Quickly wear the host and finish one after another

"Well, that's right." said Chenfeng.

They soon arrived at the home of the painter Lao Chen. He lived in a remote village in the city, so when Jianyu's luxury car drove in, it didn't fit in with the surrounding environment at all.

Three people got off the bus.

Ling Xiaoxiao called the painter, but no one answered.

"It's strange, no one answered the phone." Ling Xiaoxiao said.

Jianyu said, "What's the phone number? Let me try."

Ling Xiaoxiao told him, but the call still didn't go through.

Ling Xiaoxiao went to knock on the door. The shabby wooden door was quite old, and the brick wall seemed to tell of its age.

The door was ajar.

Ling Xiaoxiao turned around and signaled Jianyu and Chenfeng, asking them if they wanted to go in and take a look.

"I'll go in and see what the painter is up to." After Chen Feng said this, he pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

Ling Xiaoxiao said, "Chenfeng, be careful." She wanted to follow him in, but Jianyu pulled her back and said, "Wait a moment, let him test the wind first."

Chen Feng didn't know when a wooden stick appeared in his hand. It should be something he picked up at the door just now. It was one meter long and he used it for self-defense. He seemed to slow down his movements and moved forward step by step.

There is a relatively spacious hall inside, which is filled with various paintings, including flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes, architecture, human body portraits, sketches, and everything else.

It seems that this painter is quite good, as he can create so many good works, but why is his character so bad?

The morning breeze swirled around inside, but the painter was nowhere to be seen.

"Jianyu, Xiaoxiao, he's not here. You can come in and take a look." Chen Feng shouted loudly from inside.

So they both went into the house.

"Why is it so strange that he left without even locking the door?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked puzzledly.

"He went out for something urgent, it must be urgent..." Jianyu analyzed.

"Why can't I see the sketch of the rich woman Minnie?" Chen Feng looked around quickly.

"Yes, let's look for it again." Ling Xiaoxiao also joined the ranks of those looking for paintings.

They searched for about five minutes but couldn't find it.

"Let's retreat. The painter should be nearby. We arrived here at 4.10:20, which means we have been here for about minutes. Logically, he should be waiting for Ling Xiaoxiao. Could someone have gotten there before us? Hurry, let's go out and look for him." Jianyu said carefully.

"Is it Xia again? Her ghost is still lingering." Chenfeng said.

"That's also possible." Ling Xiaoxiao said. She remembered that the last time she came to pick up the painting, she was almost raped by the painter when they met. It was all thanks to Xiaya's private detective.

So the three of them quickly retreated, left the door ajar, and walked around. At a glance, there were low houses and narrow alleys everywhere.

"Jianyu, you and Xiaoxiao should be in a group. By the way, what does the painter look like? I'll go to the other end to look for him." Chenfeng said.

"He's in his 30s, a middle-aged man, about 170cm tall, with long hair, and a bit of an artistic temperament." Ling Xiaoxiao had only seen him once and could only describe his general outline.

"Okay, please contact me if you find anything." Jianyu said.

They split into two groups to look for the painter. Jianyu asked everyone he met if they had seen the painter. Some people who should have known him said they had never seen him, and some said they didn't know him.

I searched for more than 10 minutes but still couldn't find him, and I still couldn't get through to him on the phone.

Jianyu's phone rang. It was Chenfeng calling. "Come over here quickly. I saw a person lying on the ground in the woods. He looks a bit like the painter described by Ling Xiaoxiao. Come and take a look."

"Oh, is it the woods we just entered at the entrance of the village?"

"correct."

The two of them hurried over.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at him from a distance and felt that he looked like a painter. When she got closer, she was sure that he was a painter because he had a big mole at the corner of his mouth, which made him easy to recognize.

"Yes, that's him. Why is he foaming at the mouth? Did he faint? Call 120 quickly."

Chen Feng said, "I have already beaten him and called the police. Look, there is blood on the side of his head."

"Okay." Ling Xiaoxiao admired Chen Feng's wit for handling the situation so quickly.

The painter was still lying motionless on the ground, with blood still flowing from his head. He sniffed and found weak breathing.

The ambulance came and the police came too.

One of the policemen shouted, "Why are you here again?" The three of them were stunned and looked at the policeman who spoke, only to find that it was the young policeman who interrogated Chen Feng that day.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Officer Li." Jianyu greeted, "What a coincidence." Chenfeng replied in a low voice embarrassedly.

"Of course, this area is under our jurisdiction. What's going on?" Officer Li is quite young, about 25 years old, and quite handsome.

Jianyu explained the cause and effect of the matter one by one. After knowing the situation, Officer Li thanked them for providing clues.

But who the murderer is? We have to wait until the painter wakes up to find out what happened to him.

The painter was first sent to the hospital for treatment. Where did Minnie's portrait go? It really became a mystery.

That night, the painter woke up and the police learned the truth from him.

It turned out that after he threatened Ling Xiaoxiao over the phone in the afternoon, he hung another portrait on the easel.

He admired it quietly, occasionally adding strokes with a sketch pen. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became. He thought that Ling Xiaoxiao would come over in more than 10 minutes, so he opened the door.

This painting is so attractive. It is facing the gate and can be seen clearly from outside with just a glance.

At this time, a lecherous man accidentally passed by the painter's door. He was deeply attracted by the beautiful portrait and stopped to look at it for a long time. The painter was still immersed in his own world of painting. He didn't know that there was someone outside the door who had the same idea as him.

The perverted sex maniac's feet were like nails. He did not move for a long time, staring at those sexy parts with lustful eyes, his eyes shining and his saliva streaming, as if he had not seen a beautiful woman for a century.

Who made the painter's painting so enchanting, so realistic and so beautiful?

The old pervert painter continued his creation inside, and the street hooligan had slowly entered the house. He tiptoed, slowed down his pace, and was silent, so that the painter did not feel someone was behind him. The hooligan came in with a brick in his hand.

When the painter felt the wind in his ears, he turned his head to look, but it was too late. He felt something falling down. He covered his head with his hands in pain. He felt blood and saw a strange man with a lewd smile on his face. He was looking at Minnie's painting and was stunned.

Then the painting was pulled down. The painter was dizzy and squatted on the ground quietly, watching this perverted sex maniac take the painting away.

The painter was not willing to let him go and continued to try to grab him with his hands, but the pervert's lustful power was so great that he pushed him away and ran away.

"Someone come, catch the thief..." the painter shouted.