There were very few painters like Xu Qingming. Moreover, there was no official position of such a painter in Jingzhao Mansion at that time. Xu Qingming was a clerk, who was a small official who was recording and then asked the witnesses to sign and seal the documents.

The scene of this painting is purely his personal preference.

Some prosecutors and coroners recognized this and let him go in and out to paint a picture; some did not like this, so they would not let him intervene. Jingzhao Mansion is an important place, with many people coming from south to north, so cases are naturally frequent.

Therefore, even during Xu Qingming's time in Jingzhao Mansion, not every case had a painting scene. It was precisely because of the few that his painting skills were amazing, so as long as he had seen them, he would definitely leave a very deep impression.

Zhou Xian recalled casually and could remember what Xu Qingming's paintings were in the files he had read.

There was indeed nothing in the butcher murder case.

Xu Qingming was a little confused. He stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "Maybe he was lost? This case from more than ten years ago, and it is possible that it was lost in the file. But mine did draw it."

"It seems that nothing special..."

Chi Shi shook his head, "You said you were practicing painting at that time, and then a murder occurred suddenly. The pictures on the scene were all after the person died, and the paintings in the file were gone now. So before the incident, is the painting you used to practice still there?"

Xu Qingming's eyes lit up, "I'm at home! Although I don't understand why you want this painting, I can take you to see it. My house is not far from where I wrote my letters before."

Xu Qingming said, standing up in high spirits. Although his leg was injured by Chi Shi and he was a little limping, he walked up so quickly.

Chi Shi and Zhou Xian followed him out to play and watch the lights. After walking around for a while, they arrived in front of Xu Qingming's house.

Xu Qingming trembled and opened the lock, pushed the door open and entered, and blushed as soon as he entered the door, "I live alone, and I don't have a wife and a child. This house is messy, don't be surprised. Find a place to sit down first, and I'll get it now!"

As soon as Chi Shi entered the room, he couldn't help but hold his breath, turned around and ran out again. Zhou Xian, who was standing beside him, could no longer hold it in his arms, almost vomiting when he held the little tree.

Xu Qingming's house was not just a mess, there was not even a place to stand. There was still food on the table that had been stored for unknown lengths. It was suffocating to smell the smell.

"Ah, someone came to flip over my stuff!" Xu Qingming suddenly screamed.

Chi Shi hurriedly looked at his room. It should be a study room, with books, paper and pens throwing around everywhere on the bed, table and floor. "You are like a robbed scene, aren't it the same if you haven't flipped it?"

Xu Qingming shook his head, "What's the same? When I went out in the morning, the Book of Songs was pressed on the Analects of Confucius, and the University covered the word "Zizhi Tongjian". Now the Analects of Confucius was pressed on the Book of Songs, and the University covered the word "Zijian"! It was obvious that a thief was coming!"

Zhou Xian, who had been relieved, looked at him and was speechless and was simply sick!

"I understand what you said. As soon as I entered the door, my family's Xumi could just glance at me with the outside of my eyes. If someone touched him and the angle was different, I would also notice it!" Chi Shi nodded in agreement.

Zhou Xian has all the diseases!

"Is the painting still there?" he asked.

Xu Qingming nodded, sniffed to the palm of his hand, jumped up suddenly, pulled up to the wall, and took out a ball of paper, "I remember it here. It's all the blame for the story of chiseling the wall and stealing light. The boy from the neighbor's house made a hole in my wall."

"I don't have the spare money to repair it, so I just stuffed the painting there, which is better than nothing. There are so many pictures, and that one should be here too."

He said, from the ball of paper, he took out a painting and ran towards Chi Shi and Zhou Xian happily, "I found it, but fortunately I was not stolen by the thief!"

"Thanks to the dry north, you wrapped it in oil paper outside, so you can barely see it. My uncle used to hide the silver notes and embed them in the wall. During the rainy season in the south, they all rotted and grew mushrooms." Chi Shi sighed and took the painting.

Xu Qingmingru was hit hard and looked at Chi Shi in disbelief, "Your uncle's family has used silver notes to cover the wall?"

Chi Shi didn't raise his head, "That's not, he just had a little private money. He used all the other things to buy industries. If the silver bills were placed in the warehouse, it would be a tide. He had to worry about a mouse being bitten. Even if it didn't, it would still get moldy after being piled up for a long time."

Xu Qingming's voice suddenly weakened, "I can't light the light, so the child next door did not steal light from me."

Chi Shi ignored him and looked at the painting carefully with Zhou Xian. Because there were too many creases, some people's faces and details were a little blurred, and the whole paper was also yellowed.

Xu Qingming painted the market in the early morning, a scarlet stool, a butcher holding a pig-killing knife, a woman holding a meat into the basket; a steaming bun, a hawker shouting, a little girl sitting on the stool drinking mutton soup and eating buns, and a dog waving his tail around.

There were also people coming and going, because it was the Lantern Festival soon, and the people on the street were smiling. This was a very lively painting. Chi Shi looked at it and his hands knocked on the painting, "Did you see this child?"

Next to the steamer, a little boy stood, tilting his head, looking at the steaming steamed bun.

Zhou Xian nodded, "In the first month of the year, this child was wearing single clothes, barefoot, and looked dirty, like a little beggar."

"But this child is definitely not a beggar," Chi Shi said seriously. "You can only see a little in your eyes, but there is a red rope tied around the child's neck. Although it is hidden in the clothes, the white middle cloak is a bit transparent."

"This is obviously a golden pendant that looks like a lightning pattern. It's like begging with a golden bowl."

"Chi Jiu, look here, what is this? Half blocked by a dog." Zhou Xian said, pointing his hand at the child's feet.

Chi Shi frowned. The child's feet were dirty and dark, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Let me see, let me see!" Xu Qingming stretched his head and squeezed over, "It's a dog bastard! You've never visited the market. There are so many dogs there waiting to eat the residue that others can't finish, the broken bones thrown away by the butcher..."

"Beasts are disobedient and they are rushing everywhere!"

Zhou Xian's face turned dark and quietly moved the fan higher, blocking half of his face.

Chi Shi glanced at him quietly and curled the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that the key figure is very likely to be this child," Chi Shi said.
Chapter completed!