Back at the police station, Yao Guang took the scraps of paper from the painting for testing.
"Fenghuang, the fake Taoist priest we brought back has been handed over to the criminal investigation department for interrogation." Xuan Chen said. "Have you found the scroll?"
"That fake Taoist priest asked the criminal investigation to interrogate him carefully. He defrauded him of money and let him spit out as much as he could." Yao Guang nodded, then shook the scroll in his hand: "I got it back. This scroll has a lot of meaning. The strong magnetic field fluctuates, and it can mesmerize people with just one glance. This thing here is extraordinary. Come on, let's go to the conference room."
Yao Guang said as he entered the conference room, locked the door, and then glanced at the immortals who had begun to form formations on the next day and behind him: "The things in here are extraordinary, I have already drawn a seal, everyone be careful point."
As he spoke, Yaoguang unfolded the scroll bit by bit and hung it on the wall in front of the conference room.
In front of a table, a beauty is dressing up in front of a mirror. Behind it is an antique window with flowers painted on it. There is no signature on the painting. The lines are drawn very delicately, which shows the artist's superb skills. The color processing is spot on, and the painting is pleasing to the eye.
"Isn't this the picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup?" Huo Mingkun said.
"I told you it's not true. Go check the information online. The woman here looks nothing like the gorgeous Concubine Yang. Concubine Yang is a fat beauty. Look at the women in this article. She is almost as thin as a flash of lightning, and there are these clothes, Yang Guifei is from the Tang Dynasty, and these clothes are clearly from the Song Dynasty. And this headdress, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the Song Dynasty, what's wrong with you, are you arguing with Yang Guifei "Well, besides, I told you that the picture of Concubine Yang at night is just a legend. If you don't believe me, just ask Professor Zhou." Jiang Yun defended.
"Xiao Jiangyun is right. This picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup is indeed a legend. Legend has it that Concubine Yang did not die. She went to Japan, found someone to draw a picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup, and then sent it back to Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty all the way. Some people also say that Concubine Yang died, and Japanese warlocks stole her bones and made them into pigments to paint Concubine Yang's night makeup. But there are too many mysteries and legends about this painting, but no one has ever seen it. Ah." Professor Zhou said: "No matter how you look at this painting, it is from the Song Dynasty. It is also a picture of a beauty wearing her makeup at night. And ha, I looked carefully and found that this painting is a real fake. ."
"What do you mean by a real fake?" Huo Mingkun asked.
"Even if you say it's real, it's not real. If you say it's fake, it's not fake either. It's just a fake that's older, and it's spliced. The rice paper is an old thing, and the painting frame is a new thing. . Do you understand?" Professor Zhou said.
"Can you tell when this rice paper was made of?" Yao Guang asked.
"I can't tell. The paper is very thick. I don't want it to be just paper. I really think it's more like a layer of skin on an animal." Professor Zhou said.
Yaoguang scraped off a little bit with a knife and handed it to Chen Haishi: "Send it for examination."
After a while, Chen Haixie came back, "Sister, what does this painting smell like? This smell is the same as the smell in the deceased's house and the antique shop. But since the scroll was unfolded, the smell has become stronger. This smell is so strange, no It smells like ink, not like powder, nor paper. What kind of smell is this?"
"I'll unlock the seal. Let's ask the guys inside." Yao Guang said, unlocking the seal. A flash of light flashed, and a magnetic field flowed out of the painting.
"It's this magnetic field." Huo Mingkun said.
"Who are you? You show up." Yao Guang said to the painting, but the painting did not respond.
"Who are you, show up." Hua still didn't respond.
"You're not coming out, okay. Come and give me a lighter. If I burn you, you don't have to come out." Yao Guang took the lighter handed over by Huo Mingkun and slowly drove into the drawing paper.
"You dare." A voice came out.
"Why don't you dare? I dare to offend Jiuchongtian, and you, a little painting demon, are worthy of asking me if I dare." Yao Guang said with a smile.
"Humph. Just come out." After the voice came out, he saw the woman in the painting move, and then walked out of the painting faintly.
"What's your name?" Yao Guang asked.
"I don't have a name. You can call me whatever you want," the flower demon said.
"Did you kill this person?" Yaoguang showed it the photo of the deceased.
"Yes, I sucked his yang energy." The painting demon said without any secret.
"Haha, you are so happy." Yao Guang said with a smile: "Why did you want to kill him? Did you choose the target randomly or with a purpose?"
"Of course I have a purpose. I'm a demon, but I won't kill people randomly. Didn't I do anything to that fat man in the tavern?" said the painting demon.
"You can't kill him, right? That person is not an ordinary person." Jiang Yun said.
"It's not what ordinary people can do. As long as you enter my illusion, I can find a solution. That fat man has wisdom, but he is not my enemy. Why should I kill him?" said the painting demon.
"Why are Jiang Junrong and Feng Zhisheng your enemies?" Yao Guang asked.
"Let me tell you the original story, and you will know." The painting demon took a breath and said: "I was originally a little fox in the mountains. I longed to go to the human world, because women in the human world They were all very beautiful, so I practiced very hard, very hard. I just wanted to become a human earlier, so that I could see the human world, wear human clothes, and wear human jewelry. For more than five hundred and ninety years , I finally turned into a human being, I came to the human world, but I was a fox, a fox that didn’t understand anything. I didn’t understand the love in the world, and I didn’t understand the dangers of the human heart. I was bullied in the human world, and then I was saved by others. I followed that person back home. He was very kind to me. I wanted to continue practicing and become a human being so that I could always be with him. But for some reason, the place where we lived was haunted. After someone died, a Taoist priest came to catch ghosts. However, the Taoist priest did not catch the ghost that was doing harm to people, but instead caught me. He also slandered me and said that I had killed people and ruined my cultivation. I turned back into a fox, but that wasn't the end. The Taoist priest actually hung me up with me, skinned me alive, shaved off my flesh, ground my bones into powder, and mixed them with Paint, use my inner skin to make drawing paper, use my bones and blood to make paint, and draw this beautiful picture, still based on my human form. Then sell this picture and my fur , sold it for a good price, they bought a big house and took in their mother-in-law, but I, my soul was imprisoned in this painting, passed from hand to hand. I fell asleep in the painting, I don’t know when, I discovered I could move, in the world of paintings, so I started to practice again. Finally, I became a charm, a demon. I still remember my hatred. I started to look for my enemies, even though they have been reincarnated. But no matter how I reincarnate, I still remember that disgusting smell." The painting demon said, showing a fierce look. "Feng Zhisheng is my him, and Jiang Junrong is the Taoist priest. So, I killed Jiang Junrong first, because he was the one who skinned me and cramped me, so I wanted to kill her first. Feng Zhisheng just painted, so I killed her later. But I didn't expect that you would discover it and save Feng Zhisheng." Hua Yao said.
"I know, this strange smell turns out to be the smell of your bones." Chen Hai said sympathetically.
"So that's it. Where is Jiang Junrong's soul?" Yaoguang asked.
"No more. I sucked his yang energy and swallowed his soul. He has become my nourishment. Hehe, even though he killed one, it doesn't matter. This revenge can be regarded as revenge." The painting demon said.
"You could have cultivated it again, but you destroyed your future with hatred, hatred again." Yaoguang sighed.
"Why don't you hate me? I can't wait to peel off their skin and cramp them too." The painting demon said fiercely.
"You're pitiful too, how about I save you?" Yao Guang said.
"I don't, I don't, there are so many of you, it's enough for me. Hahaha." In an instant, the painting demon pounced on the nearest Jiang Yun.
"Bastard." The Qingyou Sword Spirit on Jiang Yun flew out and slapped the painting demon.
"Hmph." The painting demon snorted coldly and rushed towards Huo Mingkun. Huo Mingkun reacted quickly and shot out a beam of light after making a finger gesture.
"Oops." The painting demon narrowly dodged: "Hehe, I'm not afraid of you." He turned around and rushed towards Chen Haijie, who was faster and had already shot out a magic talisman.
I have to admit that this painting demon is really not a vegetarian. He dodges very fast. Seeing that these people are not easy to mess with, he pounces directly on Professor Zhou. Professor Zhou is so scared that he retreats and hides behind Tian Tian.
"Presumptuous." Yao Guang said angrily. A ray of light shot out and hit the painting demon. The painting demon was slapped to the ground. Yao Guang said coldly: "I'm asking you again whether you will accept my transformation. "
"I don't, I don't, I don't." The painting demon got up and wanted to attack. The formation arranged by the immortals was activated, and the painting demon was shot to the ground again like a kitten. "Why are you arresting me, why are you?" the painting demon shouted: "I want to suck you dry, I want to suck you dry."
"Oh, that's not a bad tone, Phoenix. This little demon wants to suck a god like you dry. He's not afraid of indigestion." Xuan Chen said with a smile.
"Zunshen, you are Zunshen." The painting demon was surprised, and then cursed: "Zunshen is amazing, I am not afraid of you."
"Hahaha." Everyone laughed at her fierce look.
"You are too noisy, little thing. I think you are a pitiful person. I will not kill you. In this case, I will seal you in this painting and then send you to Guishan Temple. You can just listen to the scriptures." Yao Guang said.
"You can't do this." Hua Yao shouted.
"And your painting doesn't look good, please change it." Yaoguang used his hands hard, and the style of painting turned into a cute and fat Fuwa.
"You've gone too far." Hua Yao shouted.
"It's too much. I'm too much. I didn't kill anyone. If you don't go too far, you kill someone. Okay, you're too noisy." After Yaoguang said that, he bent down, picked up the painting demon, and threw it into the painting.
"With my god and Feng'er's soul, Feng." A golden light shot toward the screen. The painting fell off the wall.
Yao Guang rolled up the scroll and handed it to Chen Haixie: "Send this to Guishan Temple and tell the old guy to keep this under the Sanqing."
"Okay sister, hey, sister, why don't you seal this painting demon inside and keep her alive? What if she runs out one day?" Chen Hai said sympathetically.
"You can't escape. The seal I used is a prison that no one can break. The aura of Guishan Temple will make the prison stronger and stronger. Slowly, the painting demon will become weaker and weaker, and finally it will be like the painting. Melted into one, this is just a painting. Seeing her pity me for not doing anything, this punishment can be regarded as a kind of heavenly punishment." Yao Guang said.
"Yes, but how to explain to the family of the deceased that her husband was killed by a painting demon? Can she believe it?" Xuan Chen said.
"Of course not. Let Lele change the report and say that the deceased had a genetic defect. Computer software designers can stay up late without asking, because long-term staying up late and other uncertain factors can lead to genetic mutations, leading to acute cell aging and failure. Then report it to the case. Seal it. This case cannot be announced." Yao Guang said and walked out of the conference room.
"Phoenix, how's it going? The test results are out, and the two scraps of paper are consistent." Team Song came in with the report.
"Close the case. Lele's third autopsy showed that the deceased had a rare genetic defect that caused rapid cell aging. Inform the family to collect the body." Yao Guang said.
"Then, what are you going to do with that charlatan?" Captain Song asked.
"This is up to you, how to try the case how to judge, how to judge how to sentence, tell him to spit out the money, or let him sit in jail." Yao Guang said.
"Okay, you caught it anyway, it's up to you, okay, thank you this time, let's go." Captain Song said and left.
Yao Guang sat on the stool feeling depressed and filled with hatred. Hatred was so terrible that he would never forget it for thousands of years. . . .
