Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 395: Wang Yu’s painting
Chapter 395 Wang Yu's painting
Leng Qingxuan left in a hurry and didn't even take the incense burner away, so I had to put it away for him temporarily: "This incense is a good thing, I'll keep it for now."
Put the incense burner in the drawer casually, and when I was about to close the drawer, I suddenly saw a letter in the drawer.
The kraft paper envelope has not been opened yet.
"This is it?" I racked my brains to remember, after the trial, Tie Ningxiang and I talked about some things in the city branch office, and she handed this letter to me, saying that it was the richest man in Shanghai A personal letter from my second daughter.
"It seems to be called Li Jingyu?" The figure on the dam hanging in the fishing net appeared in my mind, and then I thought of Wang Yuchun in the killing game.
The murderer who killed Li Jingyu's father was none other than Wang Yuchun. In the dark, cause and effect are linked together, which surprised me: "It should be just a coincidence."
I opened the envelope and read it from cover to cover.
The general meaning is that Li Jingyu felt that her father's death was very strange. She suspected that her brother Li Chunqiang hired someone to murder him, so when she learned that I was a part-time private detective and accepted all kinds of gray business, she moved her mind and wanted to let me Help her find out the truth.
As for the bounty, she hopes that I can go to the new Shanghai stock market and have a detailed discussion with her face to face.
At the end of the envelope is her address and a personal phone number.
"No. 15, Haixing District? As far as I know, Haixing District is an industrial area, and most of the people living there are migrant workers. The second daughter of the richest man in Shanghai actually lives in that kind of place. It seems that she It’s really difficult.” I wrote down the phone number and address, closed my eyes and meditated: “The icing on the cake is far less than the timely help. Although she is in trouble at this time, she is the daughter of the richest man in Shanghai after all, and she should have a share in the huge family business. If I find out the evidence of Li Chunqiang's crime and help her bring down her elder brother, maybe I can open up the situation in Xinhu. As long as she and Huang Boyuan join forces, the Jiang family will never be able to stand up again."
Finding criminal evidence is a very difficult thing, but I have a ghost, so it is not too difficult for me to create criminal evidence.
"I can give it a try, as long as I don't expose myself, even if I don't succeed, it won't hurt me too much." After putting away the letter, I lit another cigarette and watched the rising smoke.
"Keeping the Jiang family is a disaster, it must be uprooted."
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After lunch, I did not contact Li Jingyu directly. I still have questions in my mind that need to be verified urgently.
Xia Chi appeared in the tenth live broadcast, and a person who should have disappeared appeared in the live broadcast in such an unexpected way, which almost overturned all my previous guesses about the underworld show.
"Originally I only knew that when the points accumulated to 10,000 points, I could return to the original point. Now it seems that there should be other ways to get rid of the underworld show." I don't know this method yet, but Xia Chi and him before The first anchor of the underworld show should know that according to their current performance, if they want to leave the underworld show, they must find a scapegoat.
"It was Xia Qingzhi who made the call to the Underworld Show and proposed the entrusted task, but basically all the people who called the Underworld Show before were dead people. The Xia Qingzhi I know is still alive and well. One of them must be false."
My reason tells me that Xia Qingzhi who led me to the underworld show to participate in the anchor interview is probably a fake, but objectively, I don't want to believe it.
"First of all, I want to determine the first question, is No. 8 really Xia Chi? Is his purpose just to inform me?"
"The second assumption is that number eight is Xia Chi. He told me that there is a person close to me who is the eyes and ears of the underworld show. Who would that person be?"
Because of my personality, my friends are few and far between, but no matter who they are, I don't want to doubt them. Losing any of them is a pity for me.
"Thirdly, on the 8th, I revealed a piece of information to me. When the official live broadcast starts, the show will have no right to interfere with the anchor's behavior. That is, during the live broadcast, the strength of the underworld show will be weakened to the minimum. time."
"The fourth is to return to Xia Qingzhi. Xia Qingzhi in the underworld show phone call is lonely and afraid, and entrusts me to find her brother. After seeing No. 8, No. 8 begged me to go find him again. My younger sister, which of the two brothers and sisters is the problem?"
"The last point, my memory is missing a very critical part, and I need to open nine locks to restore it, so here comes the question, who put these nine locks in my body, and how can I restore them?" Turn it on?"
The kidney orifice belongs to water, and hosts the infant spirit. When the three-eyed infant spirit grows to a certain level, the water will come naturally, and the road lock of the kidney orifice will be opened.
But this is only one of the nine locks, and there is still a long way to go.
Compared to giants like the underworld show, I seem very passive, but as my strength continues to improve, this passivity is slowly changing.
"Xia Qingzhi is the only clue I know now, and also the only breakthrough. Before she can react, I need to get enough clues from her." Starting from everything that happened with Xia Qingzhi, every bit of memory went through in her mind, no matter which direction she looked at, she was no different from a normal girl.
Practicing the Miaozhen method in the store, I went to Jingying Sanatorium in the afternoon, and Wang Yu's condition did not improve, except for Bai Qi, he treated everyone with a cold look.
I asked the psychiatrist who was in charge of him, and the doctor was also very distressed. He said that he could not feel any vitality that a child should have from Wang Yu, like an overused tool that can be mechanically obeyed The adults ordered to do anything, but no one could touch his heart, his thoughts were trapped by a huge prison, and the space in the prison was the world in his eyes.
Sitting in the garden and watching Bai Qi and Wang Yu repeat the boring game of throwing things, I propped my chin and fell into deep thought.
The news of the ghost mother has been passed back to Maoshan by Leng Qingxuan. In the future, there will definitely be a celestial master who will come to Jiangcheng to kill the ghost mother. Once the ghost mother is suppressed, there will probably be no one in this world who really cares about Wang Yu. .
For some reason, watching Wang Yu reminded me of the live broadcast of No. 3 Bridge Crematorium, where Yiyi and her mother met for the last time. One way is guarding.
"Ghost characters and Gui have the same pronunciation, maybe because of these."
"What... are you thinking about?" The crisp voice was like ice cubes being put into champagne, and the instant the sound could even bring back a sweet and sour memory.
"Ghosts are the embodiment of obsession. If there are ghosts in the world, can I also meet the person I want to see the most?" , wearing a light-colored dress, looks quiet and beautiful, her name is Huang Xue.
Hearing my words, Huang Xue was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, she silently sat on the stone chair next to me: "Who is the person you most want to see in your memory?"
"It's hard to say." I took out a five-dollar cigarette and tapped it on the high-end marble table: "Aren't you still in a wheelchair when we met last time? It looks like you've gotten better since falling asleep with me?"
When it comes to dreaming, Huang Xue's cheeks flush slightly: "How can you chat like this? I thought you were nice before."
Shaking my head and smiling, I stopped talking and got up to leave.
"Wait a minute." Huang Xue took out a few paintings from the bag she was carrying and handed them to me.
Pencil sketches, all of which are a heroic and domineering "earth dog".
"Bai Qi?" From appearance to demeanor, I can tell at a glance that this painting is Bai Qi.
"That kid in your family is a drawing genius, and he did all these pencil sketches."
"Drawn by Wang Yu?!" I suddenly thought of those strawberry color strokes in the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, which may also be Wang Yu's works: "This kid is hiding deep enough, if you like to draw, let him draw. The world in his eyes may be different from ours."
I picked up two pencil drawings and stuffed them into my pocket: "I have to put these away, and I will show her mother if I have a chance, maybe it will save my life."
"Her mother?" There was a rippling in Huang Xue's bright eyes, her tiger teeth bit her lips lightly, and she asked ruthlessly, "Gao Jian, from what you mean, you have an extraordinary relationship with Wang Yu's mother, right? "