"Then what do you mean?" The fool stepped forward and asked, "You are the god of Qiaomo, don't you know who destroyed that person's soul?"
Qiao didn't lower his head and smiled slightly, and said, "There are not so many people in Qiao, how can I know everyone's whereabouts?"
"But that person should be your focus," Qin Yin shouted.
"What you said... does make sense," Qiao didn't spread his hands. "He is indeed my focus."
"Then what do you mean..."
"What he means is that he paid close attention, but still doesn't know who did it." The fool explained helplessly.
"No way..." Qin Yin said, "Who is so powerful that he can hide it from the eyes of God?"
Xiaolan looked at the bridge, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you have any clues here?"
Qiao didn't seem to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time. He immediately raised his index finger and said impatiently, "What a coincidence, I have it here."
Xiaolan rolled her eyes in her heart.
You know... No wonder you brought us in, you were waiting for us here.
"Do you have a clue?" Qin Yin was indeed hooked, stretched his neck and said, "Hurry and show us."
Qiao didn't raise his hand and pointed behind everyone, "The clues are behind you."
Everyone turned their heads and saw a painting hanging on the wall opposite.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
That is an empty painting.
"What is this, drawing paper?" Xiaolan walked closer and looked at the blank drawing at close range, "There's nothing on it...or is it just me who can't see it?"
"I can't see either," said the fool. "I can only see a blank canvas."
Several people looked towards the bridge.
"This is the clue left by Lu Shoucai," Qiao Mei said. "It is also the only clue left by Lu Shoucai."
Everyone faced the blank canvas and fell into deep thought.
This Lu Shoucai... will leave them with a mystery in the end.
What an interesting man.
"Where did this painting come from?" Qin Yin asked.
"Lu Shoucai has hardly mentioned anything related to this painting to me," Qiao Mei said. "I only know that this painting is related to his wife."
"Wife?" Xiaolan asked, "Didn't his wife pass away long ago?"
"Yes," Qiao didn't say, "Besides, according to what he said, the reason why he was able to get me as a child seems to be inseparable from this painting."
This is such a painting...
"As I said, it's not that easy to pick up a god," Qin Yin said, "It seems like this painting has a lot of background."
"Is this really blank, or has some magic been used to hide the content on it?" the fool asked.
Qiao did not say, "Anyway, over the years, I have tried my best, but I have not been able to unlock the secret of the painting. If it is a spell... it must be a very powerful spell."
"I kind of know why you let us in," Qin Yin said, "You just want us to help you decipher this painting!"
Instead of denying it, Qiao Mi smiled in a friendly manner, "Is that okay? Wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?"
"We have no other choice," Xiaolan said. "If we don't figure out the problem with the painting, we will never know who killed the murderer's coffin. Then the fool will..."
This is exactly what the fool wants to say.
For them, it may not be necessary to continue the investigation, but for a fool, if this matter is not over, he will never truly come out.
The fool wanted to show off and say something like, "I'll investigate it myself," but after careful consideration, he looked at the eyes of his companions around him and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."
"This... I'm not used to you being so polite," Qin Yin shuddered exaggeratedly, "Isn't your business our business?"
"Yes," Xiaolan said, "and Brother Fool, even if this matter has nothing to do with you, we will still investigate."
"That's right..." Qin Yin said, "Come on, first send out our first general, Wen Ling - take a look at Wen Ling, can you see anything famous?"
Wen Ling had been staring blankly at the painting for a long time. When Qin Yin asked, she shook her head blankly.
"don't know."
"Sure enough, it's not that simple," Qin Yin stretched out his hand towards the painting, "If there is no bridge, can this painting be touched?"
"Oh, sure, touch whatever you want."
Qin Yin's fingers touched the surface of the canvas. Xiaolan was about to extend his hand, but suddenly, Qin Yin suddenly retracted his hands as if he was electrocuted.
"Hey," Xiaolan's hand stopped in mid-air in fear, "Sister Xiaoyin, what's wrong with you?"
Qin Yin clenched his fingertips and his eyes shone with surprise.
"Are you okay?" The fool shook Qin Yin's shoulders, "There's no poison in this painting, right?"
As he said that, he glared at Qiaobei, who quickly raised his hands and said aggrievedly, "I'm sorry, this painting is non-toxic and harmless."
"Then how could Xiaoyin..."
Xiaolan looked at Qin Yin's appearance, turned her head, and touched the surface of the canvas.
The hand feels slightly rough, and the fingertips seem to be slightly cold. The skin of the fingers rubs against the surface of the canvas, making a "rustling" sound.
Nothing special.
"Xiaolan you..."
"Brother Fool, there seems to be nothing wrong with the painting," Xiaolan said, "If you don't believe me, come over and touch it."
The fool stretched out his hand suspiciously and groped at the painting twice.
"It's not poisonous," Qiao didn't say. "It seems that Miss Qin Yin felt something herself."
The disbelief in Qin Yin's eyes lasted for a long time. Slowly, she finally noticed the looks of other people around her.
"Xiaoyin," the fool asked softly, "what's wrong with you?"
"..."
"Yin?" Wen Lingye asked.
"Sister Xiaoyin, did you discover something?" Xiaolan looked into Qin Yin's eyes and asked, "But the look in your eyes seems more like you have remembered something."
"I...I did remember one thing," Qin Yin swallowed, "I saw Lu Shoucai's family portrait at his home."
Wen Ling said "ah".
"Wen Ling has seen it too," Qin Yin said hurriedly, "Wen Ling also found a problem in that family photo."
"What's the problem?" the fool asked.
Wen Ling pointed to his eyes and said, "Eyes."
"In that family photo, there is Lu Jieyi's mother," Qin Yin explained. "We found a figure in the reflection of Lu Jieyi's mother's eyes."
"Who is he?" Qiao didn't ask more urgently.
Wen Ling lowered his head.
Qin Yin shook his head, "I don't know, we can't see clearly."
"But what does that person... have to do with this painting?" Xiaolan asked, "Sister Xiaoyin, you suddenly retracted your hand just now because you thought about this?"
Qin Yin nodded naturally.
"I thought you remembered something terrible..."
"I just suddenly thought," Qin Yin said, "could this painting be related to the person in her eyes?"