Boss Zhou said: "After He Qingyou passed away, I went to his office once, and I didn't find any antiques hidden at that time."

"There is a dark room." I said three words.

Boss Zhou was shocked and the car pounded violently, "What do you mean?"

"If I had the opportunity to enter He Qingyou's office, I would find his secret room without knowing it, and the things inside would naturally be taken for myself." I said.

Boss Zhou stopped the car. We were at the exit of the expressway. The car was whizzing past, and there was no pedestrian on the dirt road. Boss Zhou took out a pack of cigarettes that were not open to the front and threw them at me: "Please smoke."

"What does this mean? I'll send me away?" I smiled slightly.

Boss Zhou rebooted the car and drove slowly, "He Qingyou's business company in Jiangbei has filed for bankruptcy. Now that the assets are being sold, the personnel are being dismissed, the office location will naturally no longer exist. I can take over and rent all his original office."

I hissed and sucked the air conditioner, and Lao Zhou made a big move.

"When the process is completed, you will come and help me find it." Boss Zhou said: "This is our cooperative project."

I smiled.

"In this matter, we are guarding against gentlemen and villains. No matter how we say it now, we can only see you at that time." Boss Zhou said: "From now on, don't say this matter anymore. In your words, we must do it without knowing it."

"That's best." I said: "My mouth is naturally strict, but if you leave me behind at that time...then..."

"We are all smart people, and it's boring to say something thoroughly." Boss Zhou said: "It's noon, should I sit there or something?"

I said I still have something to do, so that's it.

Boss Zhou drove to the city, but I didn't dare to take him to the community. This old fox is full of fried dough sticks, so it's better to be careful.

After leaving, I slowly walked towards my home, thinking that it was a surprise. I didn't expect that Boss Zhou had the ability to take over He Qingyou's office. If I really found the secret room left behind, I would have sent it.

I was a little excited, and my hand touched the painting in my inner pocket, and my heart accelerated a lot. I was anxious and stopped walking home slowly, so I took a taxi back.

When I returned to my home, I locked the door tightly and didn’t have time to take off my clothes. I quickly took out the painting, untied the ribbon, and unfolded it. It turned out to be Li Cheng’s painting "The Secret Mountains of the River". The one in Zhang Nanhua’s hand was just a photocopy plate. Is this one in my hand the original?

I pulled the curtains up, darkened the room, then turned on the flashlight function of my phone and used the bright light to illuminate the painting. Actually, I don’t know what the purpose of doing this is. The treasure appraisal programs on TV do this, and the viewing of the paintings must be illuminated in the dark.

After taking this picture, I felt that the paint and brushwork of the whole painting seemed to be flowing. Wherever the light shone, it was moving. I don’t know if it was dazzling in the darkness or psychological effects.

At this time, the light shines on a mountain in the painting.

There is an ancient temple halfway up the mountain, which is where Li Damin is located.

Because the paintings are too small, there are not many brushes and ink distributed in this mountain and the area is small, so I can only look closer.

I illuminated it slightly with my mobile phone. The paintings are simply amazing. The paintings are the size of a thumb cover, and the details are clear and clear.

I felt more and more that this was the original, or a miracle. I really couldn't imagine that a person's painting skills had reached such a superb level.

I quickly took out a magnifying glass bought from the street stall from the drawer, lay on the bed, looked at it with a magnifying glass, and looked at it carefully. I didn’t see anyone in the temple, but saw something unusual.

This temple is divided into two yards, front and back. Below the corridor of the backyard, there is an object smaller than lice. The corridor is dark yellow in wood, and this object is white, just a little white, so it is easy to find if you pay attention.

I used a magnifying glass to take a look. The object turned out to be a white note with brush words written on it.

I became more and more interested, but the notes were too small and the brush words on them were too small to describe in detail, and they might be smaller than hair.

Li Chengzhen is a god-like man. How did he write such small words? It is unimaginable. Even if the tip of the brush is dipped ink, it cannot be so small when it is applied to the paper. Could it be that it was written with a needle dipped ink?

I feel that I have discovered something amazing and can't see clearly with a magnifying glass. What should I do?

I suddenly had an idea and should find Zhang Nanhua's photocopy plate for comparison. The photocopy plate is more than one meter long. Correspondingly, the patterns and objects on the drawing will become larger, and maybe you can see the letter clearly.

But when I contacted Zhang Nanhua, I was a little hesitant and wanted to see the painting for no reason. This kid was too smart to smell this smell, and he couldn't leak it out.

In fact, there is another choice now, which is to give Li Damin's painting to Zhang Nanhua, and we will discuss it together. But I intuitively feel that I can't do this. In my heart, I still look to my old friend Li Damin. Even if he kidnapped Xiaoxue, I think if I find him, he can sell me a face to put Xiaoxue back. If Zhang Nanhua is mixed with people like Zhang Nanhua, or even unlock the bell, this matter will become complicated and no one can do it.

Before things are clear, I will do it myself.

I practiced my words very fluently, and then called Zhang Nanhua, mainly because I wanted to see the electronic version of this painting and I had to think about it carefully.

Zhang Nanhua didn't say anything on the phone, and asked what the email address was. I told him the email address. Zhang Nanhua told me that he would go to the email to check later and he sent me the electronic version.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I opened the computer and found the email address. There was a strange email. After opening it, it was indeed Zhang Nanhua, and I left a message to check it out. When I saw the size of the attachment, it was a compressed version, which was dozens of megabytes.

There is fiber optic, and the download speed is still very fast. Open the compression package and click the drawing. The pixels of the drawing are too high and extremely realistic. You need to load a little bit after opening it.

I was patient and finally successfully loaded successfully. I quickly went to see it. I first magnified the painting part, including the mountains, ancient temples, and backyard... When I zoomed in to the backyard, I was stunned and rubbed my eyes hard, not believing in my eyes.

There are no notes under the corridor in the backyard, it is empty.

I quickly picked up my paintings and put them in front of the computer screen for comparison. The others were almost the same, with the focus on the backyard. The electronic version sent to me by Zhang Nanhua did not have any notes, and the copy given to me by Li Damin had a note with a brush on it.

I was stupid and I don’t know what happened. Is there a difference between genuine works and fake works? This is the anti-counterfeiting logo that Li Cheng made when he was painting?

For some reason, I felt creepy in broad daylight. There was no sound in the room, and I could hear the sound of my heart pounding.

The key point now must be on this weird note, it would be great if I could see the words on it.

I thought about it, rolled the scroll back, hid it in my inner pocket, and hurried out. This time I went to Wenhua Street and bought an oversized magnifying glass at a stationery store. They all caught the size of my palm and then hurried back home.

Lock the door and pull the curtains, light the desk lamp, and slowly unfold the scroll on the table.

In the light, I used a magnifying glass to look at it. This time the note was enlarged and the words on it gradually became clearer. To be honest, I could only squint my eyes and try to read it as much as possible.

After seeing the above words, I was so stupid that I was thundering.

The words "Lin Cong reads personally" are actually written on it!

Was this letter written to me? Or was it said that someone called Lin Cong during the Northern Song Dynasty?

My heart was pounding, and I quickly continued to watch. After reading it all, I sat quietly, with the shock in my heart being indescribable.

The letter reads: Lin Cong, I believe your intelligence and talent will definitely notice this letter, but I don’t know how long it will take. No matter how long it will take, I will wait for you here, come quickly after reading it. Li Damin.

My mind was buzzing, and at this time I had reached a conclusion that Li Damin didn't go anywhere, he just hid it in this painting!

I picked up this painting and looked at the light of the desk lamp. This painting was extremely lively and vividly appeared on the paper. But it is unimaginable to say that it has become a world or a realm.

I have traveled through many different worlds, including parallel worlds, bardo realms, and creation realms of the sky that never sleep. These are all understandable and cognizable, but today Li Damin really puzzled me, he actually hid in a painting.

No wonder no one can find him. Even though he knows that he can't go far, he is just under his nose, but there is no trace to be found.

Zhao Xiaowen's prediction of the future is indeed good. Li Damin held Xiaoxue hostage and hid it in the ancient temple. Everyone thought it was a place in reality, but who would have thought it was a world in a painting?

I looked at my wrist golden talisman. This talisman can travel through all realms, including paintings. Thinking of this, I carefully checked the doors and windows, and confirmed that it was closed tightly, and the curtains were pulled.

I turned off the table lamp, sat upright on the bed, and kept sitting cross-legged, and the painting was spread on my knees. I slowly closed my eyes, began to visualize the golden talisman, and prepared to enter the world in the painting.
Chapter completed!