Zhao An quickly put away the picture of the car-mounted coffin, hurried out of the Danqing Museum, and immediately asked someone to notify the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen.
The outside of the Danqing Museum was full of people watching the excitement.
"Mr. Bai Yuchang was killed!"
"Who is so cruel? Killing even the painter is so inhumane."
"Yeah, what's wrong with this world? People are dying every day."
People were talking about it.
Soon Chen Qun arrived with people from the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen. Seeing that it was Zhao An who reported the case, Chen Qun didn't dare to neglect, so he immediately followed him into the Painting Museum to check the body.
The officials of Jingzhao Mansion searched the house inside and outside, but were surprised to find no murderer, not even any clues.
At this moment, a man was suddenly brought in by an official. The man tremblingly handed over a note, "Sir, someone just gave me ten taels of silver to send you a message."
Zhao An took the note, with twisted handwriting written in blood, "Stop trying to find the painter, or I will kill them all."
"Who gave you the note?" Zhao An asked the man, and the man immediately said: "A sloppy old man."
"Go find it quickly!"
Zhao An gave a loud shout, and the people from Jingzhao Mansion took action immediately.
It's a pity that a group of people rushed out and didn't even see a hair. The other party had already left.
Zhao An had no choice but to let Chen Qun take care of the rest, and then got on the carriage and returned to Tianshuiyuan.
Across the street was the Nine Worlds Hall, and Zhao Anxin thought for a while and strode over.
The old woman was in a daze at the table. Zhao An spread the scroll in front of her and said in a deep voice: "Senior, please take a look at these two paintings."
The old woman glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "There's nothing surprising."
Zhao An pointed to the scroll with Lu written on it, "Tell me, isn't this strange? Last time I was at your inn, I found a similar scroll. At that time, I took the painting to the Danqing Pavilion and showed it to Bai Yuchang. He was sure The painting comes from a hundred years ago! I just went to see him again, and he died! He died right in front of my eyes, leaving only this painting. If I am not mistaken, this painting also comes from a hundred years ago! Tell me ,Why!"
Zhao An vented his dissatisfaction in one breath like a barrage of fire, and the last sentence was almost shouted.
The old woman closed the scroll silently, returned it, and said calmly: "The old woman is just a shopkeeper, so she doesn't know anything about paintings. You can't figure it out now, but maybe you will know it later."
"It's impossible that you don't know what's going on. You are a great master, and you just came to open a longevity shop across from Tianshuiyuan. What's the matter? You want to combine swords with Tianshuiyuan? You bring longevity materials, and Tianshuiyuan brings out carriages. It's fun, right?"
"Young man, your mind is confused and you cannot see your own path clearly. Don't be fooled by appearances, just keep going."
The old woman calmly reassured.
Seeing that she still refused to say anything, Zhao An was furious and grabbed her collar, lifted her skinny body up, and said gloomily: "Old witch, do you believe that I burned down your shop?"
The old woman's dried face trembled, "Burn it. Burn one house and then open another."
"Then I will burn you to death too!"
"..."
"You think I don't dare? I am Zhao An, the factory supervisor of the black factory. I have risen to prominence. Let alone burning down your shop, even if I hack you to death in the street, Jingzhao Mansion will not even dare to fart! "Zhao An threatened fiercely, hoping to get an answer.
The old woman suddenly laughed, like an old duck whose neck was strangled. It was indescribably ghastly. The next second, Zhao An was slapped on the chest with a palm, and a mouthful of plasma flew out, and he rolled away. Lying like ground gourds on the street.
The old woman stood at the door with her hands behind her back and said coldly: "Young people, don't be impulsive. The old woman is a great master."
Zhao An ignored the crowd of people watching from a distance, struggled to his feet, angrily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then spat at her, then limped back to Tianshuiyuan with the scroll in his arms.
Xu Ruqing was relaxing in the yard. When he saw that Zhao An was covered in blood, he immediately screamed and rushed forward, "What's wrong with you!"
She shed tears because Zhao An looked so miserable now, his face was sallow and his hair was falling down.
Next, Jiuyin also came to help.
After returning to the room, Xu Ruqing opened the scroll and shuddered when she saw the coffin with "Land" written on it.
Jiuyin frowned and said, "The capital is getting weirder and weirder. It seems like someone is planning a catastrophe. Why don't we leave the capital and live in the south."
Xu Ruqing nodded hastily, she didn't want to stay in the capital either.
Money and glory are nothing but fleeting clouds. She would rather live with her beloved man at sunrise and sunset, without worrying about the affairs of the dynasty.
Zhao An gritted his teeth and said: "If I don't leave, even if I die, I will die in the capital!"
The dignified time traveler was teased like a monkey, but he couldn't see through the fog, which was simply a shame among Blue Star time travellers.
If you don't find out the evil hands, you won't be able to rest in peace even if you die!
Xu Ruqing was speechless, and finally sighed and helped put away the scroll and put it together with the previous painting.
When she was young, she cooked a bowl of soup with her own hands, sat by the bed and silently fed Zhao An to drink it.
"Yin'er is right. There should be a catastrophe in the capital. You and Yin'er should clean up and leave the capital as soon as possible."
Zhao An spoke in a low voice.
Xu Ruqing's head shook like a rattle, "I won't leave. I am your woman. I will be wherever you are. At worst, we will die together."
"What a stupid woman." Zhao An laughed at himself.
Regardless of the dream or the scroll, both indicate that there is a great horror hidden in the capital, but it has not emerged yet. If the dream indicates the future of the capital, then no one can escape by then!
"Life is so painful, death is so sad."
Luo Qingshuang suddenly smiled and raised her voice in a free and easy manner, "And this is not like you. You are not the kind of person who can't recover after receiving a little blow."
This short sentence made Zhao An stunned. When he thought about it carefully, he had indeed given up on himself just now.
You were so bold and bold in killing everyone in the literary club before, but now you suddenly feel depressed?
no!
Zhao An took a deep breath, stood up forcefully, gritted his teeth and rekindled his fighting spirit.
The time traveler cannot be defeated!
Then keep coming!
At worst, let Xincheng prepare more explosives, and the firecrackers will also be made by then.
No matter what happens in the future, no matter what kind of enemy he faces, he will be defeated directly!
"Now that you have nothing to fear, sir, what should you do next?" Xu Ruqing asked curiously.
Zhao An pondered for a moment and said, "The top priority is to deal with those patients and then send them all away."
"Aren't you worried that they will make a comeback and come back for revenge?"
"By the time they make a comeback, the day lilies will be cold."
Zhao An sneered, not caring about those Chen women at all.
