Zhen Yuhuan pestered Li Guolou and said softly: "Mike, tell me why you took the painting "Ode to the Peony"."
The people around him were dishonest. Li Guolou said helplessly: "Anita, sit tight. I suspect someone is going to kill you. This painting is the evidence. The meaning of the painting seems to be praising you. The man is protecting you in the middle. But The man is dead. Can you live? Tell me who you have offended."
Zhen Yuhuan sat upright. He thought deeply and said: "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. He did not notice Zhen Yuhuan's lying movements. His fluttering eyelashes did not blink. 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. 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 plump and dripping. Looks like. I suspect this painting is poisonous."
"Mike." Zhen Yuhuan glared angrily and screamed strangely: "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. many.
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 on her buttocks. She was almost frightened to death. She looked at the scroll on the seat next to her in horror. She was suspicious in her heart, 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 the initiative and threw away the things at the crime scene.
"I have already checked with the Poison King to see the residue. I guarantee it is 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. Poisons have also kept pace with the times. Do you understand chemistry? The Poison King does not understand that poisons that are not found in the biological world can be produced in the laboratory."
"Oh...if foreigners want to kill me, they must be the French devils. Their intelligence network in the capital was cracked by me. The French devils in Annan got false news and suffered a heavy loss. Now the French and our representatives of the Qing Dynasty have already We sat down and negotiated. Grandma, the French devil invited me to attend a charity dinner on Saturday. But secretly, he wanted to kill me." Zhen Yuhuan finally thought of who she had offended. She gritted her teeth with hatred. She was like a vampire who wants to drink human blood. .
"Oh... the Qing Dynasty won." Li Guolou heard the inspiring words. He was a little excited with tears in his eyes. It has been many years since he heard that the Qing army defeated the armies of the Western powers. It is 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. She recalled 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 think about 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. You didn't hang this painting up. 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 is removed by your own touch, and the poisonous gas is emitted. There may be something that triggers the poison. I have to meet 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. 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 the royal temple. It's a bit troublesome."
"Oh...it's this old witch. I know her." Li Guolou kept 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. She was still killing people. Li Guolou knew it all and knew that he was fighting with him. 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. People who cheat are Masters. No wonder she 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 great certainty. Only in this way can things make sense.
"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, he stopped playing and playing because he was bound by his heart.
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 this man. There will be many women competing for a good man. It's better to find an ordinary man. 1 One hand involuntarily held Li Guolou's hand. She didn't want to let go. She leaned on Li Guolou's shoulder and closed her eyes.
Li Guolou opened his eyes, smiled proudly, and surrendered to this "Beautiful Beauty". He would be able to avoid many detours. The "female publicist" would open up a new world for his career.
When b1 3kanwang/b arrived at the General's Mansion, he raised his head and looked at "Ode to the Peony". He felt a little worried. He took out a handkerchief and covered his nose. No matter whether it was of any use or not.
Li Guolou laid out two "Ode to Peony" paintings on the floor tiles. He carefully looked at the differences between the two paintings. He was the only one in the study. 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. 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. He thought 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. Such a "poisonous spider" talent should not die.
Li Guolou held two pieces of "Ode to Peonies" under his armpits. He entered the living room, shook his head and said, "President Zhen, let's go."
Li Guolou didn't give any face to the people in the general's mansion. He didn't even greet the widow Wu Wu. He was now afraid of the widow and would never be able to 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. She 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. .”
This is the General's Mansion. It is not the home of ordinary people. Who dares not to give her this face? Li Guolou held a bowl and ate two large dumplings. One of the dumplings in Zhen Yuhuan's bowl accidentally fell into his bowl. Li Guolou Stomach acid appeared. I forced myself to eat the glutinous rice dumplings that stuck to my mouth.
"Captain Li, you have to avenge my husband." The widow You Wu stood beside Li Guolou and said through gritted teeth.
Seeing the crying You Wu, Li Guolou felt sad. Human relationships were both warm and cold. The backbone of the family was dead. The general's mansion fell immediately.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Wu. My condolences. I will do my best to catch the murderer." Li Guolou finally swallowed the third glutinous rice dumpling and said some comforting words.
Mrs. Youwu 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. She will not be able to get military pay from corruption. The family is about to be torn apart. The concubines will take away a fortune and leave home to find another husband. But she can only stay with Gudeng. No matter what happens, you will have to remain 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 personally." Before leaving, You Wu said a sad word. His pitiful look made people feel distressed.
"Okay." Li Guolou lowered his head and left the living room. He didn't dare to look at You Wu. You Wu was a beautiful woman dressed in plain clothes.
"Mike, you still haven't admitted your longevity medicine. The first time I saw you, I was ready to marry you with my family property." Zhen Yuhuan couldn't help but express her judgment on the carriage. She can't solve the case. She depends on 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 am warning you. Don't use such vicious metaphors to talk 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. Everyone likes Fuwa." Zhen Yuhuan put her little mouth on her. This is the only thing she can do at such a close distance.
Li Guolou was excited. His lovers called him Fuwa at home. He was also proud of himself. It turned out that he was saying that he was a "luck and longevity ointment". Another mystery was solved by him.