Aola Star? It's Wife Star!

"Hurry, hurry up and save me."

On a big tree opposite a luxurious villa, a sloppy-looking man was entangled by vines and unable to move.

"Help, help me, I'm stuck in the tree and can't get down."

The man struggled hard, trying to attract Fang Hong's attention.

"Fang Hong, look, someone is stuck in the tree."

Ile pointed at the man and said.

The man was hanging on the tree and smiled awkwardly: "Don't mention such an obvious thing! Kind person, please save me."

"Yile flew to the man and asked curiously, "How did you get stuck in the tree?"

The man complained: "Is this the right time to talk about this? I'm so anxious. I'm the acclaimed painter Mi Gao. Be careful or my Mi fans will beat you up."

"Oh, really?" Ile smirked, grabbed the vines wrapped around Miller and began to shake them.

"I'm coming to rescue you now."

"Stop, stop, stop, I was wrong," Michael begged, "I was wrong, stop shaking, I apologize, please let me go."

"That won't work." Yile shook the vines even harder. "It's better than building a seven-story pagoda. I'm doing good deeds."

"That's good. Please stop for a moment. I'd like to invite you to the art museum to see the exhibition. The director of the art museum gave me an invitation letter. I'll take you to see it. This is an invitation letter that only a few people can get."

Seeing that he was honest, Yile was too lazy to continue playing pranks on him. With a flash of his little hand, he easily cut the vines with a few streams of light.

Michael was caught off guard, and Yi Le took the opportunity to swing his palm, rolling up a transparent airflow to cushion him. Michael looked embarrassed, but he only had some minor scratches, which was actually nothing serious.

After landing safely on the ground, Michael laughed out loud.

Fang Hong ran over and looked at the extremely excited Michael: "What are you so happy about?"

"I just watched the little bird hatch from its shell carefully from the tree. It was so exciting. But when I came down, I found that I couldn't move. Hahahaha."

Michael narrowed his eyes, seeming to be enjoying the scene.

Michael took off his beret, brushed off the dust on it, and put it on carefully.

"Come on, I'll take you to the exhibition."

Michael took the lead and walked towards the Art Square.

"Let's go?"

Fang Hong asked: "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

Michael's current image is not very good. His clothes are torn, his hair is messy, and there are small wounds on his body caused by branches when he struggled.

"Well, it's okay. I can just wash it with the fountain in the Art Square when the time comes." Michael said with a smile.

Fang Hong summoned Xiao Huadie and signaled Xiao Huadie to heal Michael.

The little butterfly released the stream of life, which watered the injured part of Michael, and soon the wound healed.

"Is this Little Flower Butterfly? What a beautiful Abi."

Michael exclaimed.

"Thank you, little flower butterfly."

……

Fang Hong followed Michael back to the Art Plaza.

The art gallery is on the north side of the Art Square. Fang Hong had noticed this building a long time ago. Unfortunately, it was closed. It was said that it was preparing for a big exhibition.

Michael opened the door and walked in with Fang Hong.

"Director Artist, I brought my friends here to play." Michael howled and walked in with a swagger. Fang Hong followed closely behind him.

The director of the art gallery, Artist, a well-dressed middle-aged man with a mustache, walked slowly down from upstairs holding a cane.

"Crazy painter Michael, why are you here with me instead of hanging around outside?"

When Michael saw the curator coming down, he smiled and said, "Today I got stuck in a tree and couldn't get down. This little Aola saved me. As a thank you, I'll bring him to the art museum."

Astra hesitated for a moment and said to Fang Hong: "Sorry, the art gallery is not open to the public now."

"Can't I do this too?" Michael looked at the curator with his big, sparkling eyes.

The curator looked at Fang Hong hesitantly, his eyes full of helplessness:

"It's not that we don't welcome you, but something happened in the museum..."

"What happened?"

Michael became serious. Normally the director was calm and composed in dealing with various things, but this time he showed signs of losing his composure. As an old friend of the director, Michael could see that the director was in trouble, and it was a big one.

"My hunch, my hunch has been proven true." The curator looked worried.

"An evil force has approached the capital of art, and has extended its claws to the great art! The evil claws covet the wealth of art. As the director of the museum, what should I do?"

Michael asked anxiously, "Director Astra, tell me, what happened?"

The curator looked sad:

"Just now, the most famous painting in the museum was stolen."

"What?" Michael was dumbfounded. "Is it that one?"

Director Astra nodded: "That's the one."

"But that painting, how is it possible, what is the security in the museum for?"

"Wait," Fang Hong interrupted their conversation, "Excuse me, which painting is that?"

"That's the one," Michael sighed, and seeing Fang Hong raising his fist towards him, he said hurriedly, "That's the painting, known as the highest masterpiece of the capital of art, a masterpiece with unparalleled spirituality - "A Smiling Woman Sitting with Her Hands Intertwined in a Plain Brown Dress." (The name of the painting is not mentioned in the game, but the painting is indeed Mona Lisa)

"Is this a normal name?" Fang Hong complained.

"Of course it's a normal name, what a good name! 'A Smiling Woman in a Plain Brown Dress Sitting with Her Hands Intertwined'."

"The problem is that the name is a bit long. If you want to write an introduction, the name of the painting will take up two lines."

"Or maybe it's a masterpiece? The name is different from that of an ordinary painting."

"Can a normal person pronounce this name?"

"Why can't you read it? I'll read it to you, "A Smiling Woman in Plain Brown Clothes with Her Hands Beautifully and Harmoniously Intertwined"

"Wait, did you pronounce that wrong?"

"Really? No, let me read it again."

……

"Stop!" The curator interrupted Fang Hong and Michael's argument, rubbed his temple, and said slowly, "Anyway, I've called the police, and they're also investigating. I think there will be results soon."

Just as they were talking, a policeman dressed in extravagant clothes ran in in a panic.

"Have you found the murderer?" the curator asked impatiently.

The policeman panted, nodded, and handed a camera to the curator: "This is the camera in the museum. The murderer's face is recorded. Wait, why are you here?"

The police looked at Michael as if he had seen a ghost.

"I've heard that some murderers would run back to the crime scene after committing a crime. I didn't expect that I would catch him today. Good boy, you're brave."

Michael was handcuffed by the police before he could figure out what was happening.