Zhen Yuhuan pestered Li Guolou and said softly: "Mike, tell me, why did you take the painting "Ode to the Peony"?"
The people around him were dishonest, and Li Guolou said helplessly: "Anita, sit still, I suspect someone is going to kill you, and this painting is the evidence. The meaning of the painting seems to be praising you, the man is protecting you, but
If a man dies, can you live? Tell me who you have offended?"
Zhen Yuhuan sat upright and said thoughtfully: "The Qingping Society is engaged in intelligence and public relations. It rarely engages in assassinations. It relies on money and beauty to pave the way. It rarely offends people. It is a matter of mutual consent for everyone. It is not a state of war now, I think.
I don’t know who will be harmful to us.”
Li Guolou looked at the expression on Zhen Yuhuan's face, but he did not see Zhen Yuhuan's lying movements. His fluttering eyelashes did not blink, and he showed off and said: "There is something wrong with the painting "Ode to the Peony". You didn't look at it carefully.
Chinese paintings should be painted with watercolors, and the scenery relies on the shades of pen and ink to highlight the artistic conception. But the petals in the middle of this painting are painted with Western oil paint. The oil paint is a thick layer, so the petals look full and dripping.
Looks like. I suspect this painting is poisonous!"
"Mike!" Zhen Yuhuan glared angrily and screamed: "You brought poison in the car! Do you want me to die early?" As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to throw the painting out. Her life was more important than solving the case.
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Li Guolou grabbed Zhen Yuhuan's hand and said anxiously: "Anita, don't be afraid, even if it is poisonous, the poisonous gas will have dissipated long ago."
"Oh -" Zhen Yuhuan sat down, almost frightened to death, and looked at the scroll on the seat next to her in horror. She was suspicious, thinking about who would do harm to her.
"It's a pity that you threw away the residue in the teacup, otherwise I would have asked a poison master to find out what kind of poison it was?" Li Guolou was a little annoyed that Zhen Yuhuan had taken it upon himself to throw away the things at the crime scene.
"I've already checked with the Poison King to see the residue, and I guarantee it's not poisonous!" Zhen Yuhuan said proudly. Her breasts were enlarged and straight to show Li Guolou that she was a real person.
"Hey!" Li Guolou sighed and said: "Anita, times have changed, and poisons have also kept pace with the times. Do you understand chemistry? The Poison King doesn't understand that poisons that are not found in the biological world can be produced in the laboratory."
"Oh - if foreigners want to kill me, it must be the French devils. Their intelligence network in the capital was cracked by me. The French devils in Annan got false information and suffered a heavy loss. Now the French and our representatives of the Qing Dynasty have already
We sat down to negotiate, grandma! The French devils even invited me to a charity dinner on Saturday, but secretly wanted to kill me." Zhen Yuhuan finally thought of who she had offended, and she gritted her teeth with hatred, like a vampire who wanted to drink human blood.
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"Oh - the Qing Dynasty won!" Li Guolou was a little excited with tears in his eyes when he heard the inspiring words. It had been many years since he heard that the Qing army had defeated the armies of the Western powers. It would be good to know the leader of the Qingping Association.
, inside information is known earlier than the public.
"Oh! Mike, I remember that there was such a painting in the study of the deceased You Gaoming. I remembered that there was also such a painting. Where did I put it?" Zhen Yuhuan was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat, recalling the strange painting "Ode to the Peony"
》Where did it go?
Li Guolou was horrified. He stared at Zhen Yuhuan, shook her shoulders and said, "Zhen Yuhuan, please tell me who painted this painting?"
"I, I, I! I can't remember anything, Mike! Am I poisoned?" Zhen Yuhuan was exhausted and leaned against Li Guolou.
Li Guolou smiled and said: "Zhen Yuhuan is braver. Fortunately, you admire foreigners and like Western decorations, so you didn't hang up this painting. If this painting is poisonous, there should be a protective film on the petals. If you like
When you look at this painting, you can't help but touch the protruding petals. The protective film will be removed by yourself, and the poisonous gas will be emitted. There may be something that triggers the poison. I need to see the person who poisoned it.
Know the answer."
"You're crazy!" Zhen Yuhuan gritted her teeth and angrily scolded Li Guolou for his crazy ideas.
Li Guolou said firmly: "Zhen Yuhuan, don't worry, I will be careful. Fighting criminals is my favorite thing to do. No matter how smart the criminal is, his flaws will be revealed."
Zhen Yuhuan shook his head and said: "Hey, Mike, I remembered who made this painting. Master Baimei of Sansheng Temple painted it. That's a royal temple, but it's a bit troublesome."
"Oh;;;;;it's this old witch, I know her." Li Guolou remained silent. Master Baimei's ancestral home is Sichuan and he is a disciple of the Tang Sect. Using poison is a piece of cake for the disciples of the Tang Sect. Baimei
Shitai converted to Buddhism and became a famous female painter in the capital, but she was still killing people. Li Guolou knew all about it and knew that he was fighting with others. The danger was coming, but he enjoyed it and couldn't extricate himself. Solving the case was like "
"Fu Shou Ointment".
Zhen Yuhuan remembered where she met Master Baimei. It was at a charity dinner hosted by the French Minister. Master Baimei's white eyebrows were dyed white. If you are a faker, it is no wonder that you will become a spy for the French.
"I know that Master Baimei was forced to enter Buddhism. She must have found a French concubine." Zhen Yuhuan said with certainty. Only in this way can things make sense.
"If we don't talk about it, let's go see the crime scene." Li Guolou closed his eyes and wanted to rest on the carriage for a while.
The carriage fell silent, everyone was thinking about their own ideas, thinking that the murderer had not yet been brought to justice, so he was restrained from playing around anymore.
Zhen Yuhuan couldn't help but feel sad when she thought about breaking up with Li Guolou today. She squinted at Li Guolou, who was dozing off with his eyes closed. He should forget about this man. There will be many women competing for a good man, so it's better to find an ordinary man. One
She couldn't help but squeeze Li Guolou's hand. She didn't want to let go, so she leaned on Li Guolou's shoulder and closed her eyes.
Li Guolou opened his eyes and smiled proudly. By surrendering to this "Beautiful Beauty", he would be able to avoid many detours, and the "female publicist" would open up a new world for his career.
Arriving at the study room of the General's Mansion, Li Guolou looked up at "Ode to the Peony". Feeling a little worried, he took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, regardless of whether it was of any use.
Li Guolou laid out two "Ode to Peony" paintings on the floor tiles and carefully looked at the differences between the two paintings. He was the only one in the study, and Zhen Yuhuan, who was afraid of death, did not want to look at the poisonous "Ode to Peony" again.
, stay in the living room and wait for him.
"The painting is a masterpiece, but it's a pity that it's poisonous!" Li Guolou saw something fishy. He touched his chin proudly and admired the masterpiece. He expected that the toxicity of the oil paint had dissipated and it could be collected and passed down to future generations. Thinking of the future of Master Baimei, Li Guolou
I can't help but feel sorry for such an innovative female painter. She is so talented and such a "poisonous spider" talent should not die.
Li Guolou held two paintings of "Ode to Peonies" under his arm, entered the living room, shook his head and said: "President Zhen, let's go."
Li Guolou didn't show any respect to the people in the general's mansion, nor did he greet the widow You Wu. He was now afraid of the widow and would never get rid of her.
Fortunately, the widow You Wu already knew that there was something wrong with the "Ode to the Peony" in Li Guolou's hand, and did not argue with Li Guolou. She said slowly: "Since you two are here, you must eat the dumplings. Sit down and eat well before leaving.
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This is a general's mansion, not a home for ordinary people. Who dares not to give her this face? Li Guolou was holding a bowl and eating two large dumplings. One of the dumplings in Zhen Yuhuan's bowl accidentally fell into his bowl. Li Guolou
I felt stomach acid, so I forced myself to eat the glutinous rice dumplings that were sticky to my mouth.
"Captain Li, you want to avenge my husband!" The widow You Wu stood beside Li Guolou and said through gritted teeth.
Seeing the weeping Mrs. You Wu, Li Guolou felt sad. Human relations were both warm and cold. The backbone of the family was dead, and the general's mansion fell immediately.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Wu. My condolences are with you. I will do my best to catch the murderer." Li Guolou finally swallowed the third dumpling and said some comforting words.
Mrs. You Wu has experienced the pain of losing her husband in her prime. In the future, she will not be able to take advantage of the country, and she will not be able to get military pay from corruption. The family will be torn apart. The concubines will take away a fortune and leave home to find another husband. But she can only stay with Lone Deng.
, no matter what happens, she still has to be a widow for three years. Ms. You Wu couldn't help but peek at Li Guolou curiously, why is this little man not afraid of the widow Kefu?
"Captain Li, if there is news, you have to come and inform me in person!" Before leaving, You Wu said something sad and pitiful, which made people feel heartbroken.
"Okay!" Li Guolou lowered his head and left the living room, not even daring to look at Mrs. You Wu, who was a pretty lady dressed in plain clothes.
"Mike, you still haven't admitted your longevity medicine. The first time I saw you, I was going to take my family property and marry you." Zhen Yuhuan couldn't help but express her judgment on the carriage. She couldn't solve the case and looked at people.
She has long been as innocent as fire and will not take her eyes off her.
"I am not a longevity pill. I was written badly by the great journalist Eugene. Now Eugene has realized that he was wrong and has begun to redress my grievances. Finally, I would like to warn you not to use such vicious metaphors about me." Li Guolou was very sad.
Not satisfied, he moved his face in front of Zhen Yuhuan, as if he wanted to see clearly the wrinkles on Zhen Yuhuan's face.
"Oh! Then I will call you Fuwa in bed from now on, the Fuwa that everyone likes." Zhen Yuhuan put her little mouth on her, and this was the only thing she could do at such a close distance.
Li Guolou was so excited that his lovers called him Fuwa at home, and he was even proud of himself. It turned out that they were saying that he was a "lucky and long-lasting ointment." Another mystery was solved by him.