Chapter 564: Thoughts before solving the case.

It is strange and strange that a painting from hundreds of years ago suddenly appears here.

So when Hua Lang saw the payment of this painting, he hurriedly searched the stone house carefully, and found the secret where Duan Suxing took the painting just now.

In that place of the stone house, there is a secret passage, this picture of Wengu opera must be hidden in the secret passage, but later this place was renovated, and the stone was beaten, the secret passage was exposed, and the paintings inside naturally fell into the stone house, dancing with the dust.

Looking at the place where the painting fell, it can be seen that Yang Baoshan did not know about it, if it weren't for his son accidentally coming here to play and found this painting, then I am afraid that none of them would know the existence of this painting.

After everyone left the stone house, they returned to the living room of Yang Baoshan's house, Yang Baoshan wanted to explain more about this painting, but Duan Suxing's gesture stopped him, after all, Duan Suxing was not interested in Yang Baoshan's explanation at this time.

One corner of the painting has turned yellow due to corrosion, but the beauty in the painting has not reduced its color, Duan Suxing admired it, looked at Yang Baoshan and asked: "This painting is made by Xia Lang, but it appears in your family's stone house, could it be that this Xia Lang once lived in your house temporarily?" ”

Yang Baoshan was awkward and said: "I really don't know anything about it for such a long time, he is from our own family, so he should have lived." ”

Duan Suxing was still asking about the painting, but Hua Lang didn't say a word, his brows were tightly locked, as if he was in deep thought, when Duan Suxing finished asking, Hua Lang was still pondering, Duan Suxing saw this, so he knocked Hua Lang and said, "Does the dude still have anything to ask?" ”

Hua Lang nodded, then looked at Yang Baoshan and asked, "Have you been to the capital of Dali in the past few days?" ”

The big guys didn't understand why Hua Lang suddenly asked such a question, but since Hua Lang asked, they also listened, and Yang Baoshan smiled faintly: "I didn't go, I've been staying here for the past few days, and I haven't been to the capital of Dali." ”

Hua Lang bowed slightly, and then left with Duan Suxing and the others.

After leaving Yang Baoshan's home, Duan Suxing waved the painting in his hand and said: "This painting is not very good, but the depiction of the beauty is very expressive, and the beauty is very well painted, if the beauty in this painting is really Aunt Wen, it is no wonder that Xia Lang is willing to sacrifice his life for her." ”

Prince Duan Suxing's words are not bad at all, the beauty in the painting is indeed extremely expressive, but Duan Suxing said this, but Hua Lang didn't care, after a long time, Duan Suxing realized that Hua Lang didn't listen to his own evaluation, he was a little unhappy, and asked, "What is the playboy thinking?" ”

Hua Lang saw Duan Suxing asking, so he smiled and said, "I just feel strange about the legend of Butterfly Spring, and the deaths of Xu Yun and Xiao Awl are also strange, so I can't figure it out for a while." ”

Duan Suxing sighed and said, "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, let's come and enjoy this painting." ”

The person in the painting is a beauty, and now Duan Suxing asked Hua Lang to appreciate the painting, Wen Meng was willing to do so, and said: "What is there to appreciate a painting, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to appreciate it, don't you just take it yourself and appreciate it, why let Hua Lang also enjoy it." ”

Everyone naturally understood why Wen Meng was this, so they couldn't help laughing, Wen Meng saw everyone laughing, his face couldn't help but turn red, and at this time, Hua Lang inadvertently glanced at the painting in Duan Suxing's hand, and in that glance, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

Hua Lang took the beauty painting from Duan Suxing's hand and said, "Can I keep this painting for a while?" ”

Prince Duan Suxing was a little puzzled, and asked: "Of course you can, but I don't know what you want this painting to do, aren't you afraid that Miss Wen will be angry?" At this time, Duan Suxing was still joking, but Hua Lang didn't mean to joke at all, he smiled faintly and said, "Maybe from this painting, I can deduce what is going on, and find out the murderer who killed Xu Yun." ”

Duan Suxing saw that Hua Lang was trying to solve the case, so he hurriedly asked, "Can you deduce the murderer from this painting?" ”

Hua Lang nodded, and then waited with Duan Suxing and the others to go to Duan Suxing's other garden.

After coming to Duan Suxing's Garden, Hua Lang locked himself in the house and hung the portrait of Wen Gu in a place where the sun could shine, in addition, he asked Duan Suxing to send someone to bring some books on human geography in Dali, Hua Lang kept looking at those books in the house, and then kept figuring out the meaning of the painting.

Wen Meng, Bao Zheng and the others were no strangers to Hua Lang's behavior, they had to think about things in Hua Lang, and they were very focused on thinking about things, so they could only wait outside and didn't dare to disturb for a moment.

It's just that Wen Yanbo and Duan Suxing didn't know what Hua Lang was doing, so they looked anxious when they were waiting outside, as if they couldn't rush in immediately and ask Hua Lang what he was looking for, and he knew what clues he had got.

Miss Huiqiong's injuries have been much better, so when Duan Suxing and the others were sitting in the living room waiting, Huiqiong poured a cup of tea for each of them, and Duan Suxing pulled Huiqiong to sit beside him, but at this time, even if he had a beauty by his side, he couldn't raise the slightest interest, he was too curious about Hualang's behavior.

The sun in the afternoon of late spring is very quiet, giving people a sense of peace, some of the flowers in the courtyard of the other garden are blooming, some are defeated, Duan Suxing really can't bear this wait, so he took Huiqiong to the courtyard to enjoy the flowers, and after Duan Suxing immediately, Wen Yanbo asked: "Hua Lang locked himself in the room like this, can he really figure out the complicated murder here?" ”

Bao Zheng's dark face didn't have any expression, and after a long time, he nodded slightly: "It should be okay." ”

As soon as Bao Zheng finished speaking, Wen Meng hurriedly said: "It must be possible, I think he must have found some clues, but he couldn't figure it out a little, so he locked himself in the room to break through the little bit of incomprehension." ”

Among these people, the one who can understand Hualang the most is Wen Meng.

The sunlight in the room gradually weakened, and the paintings hanging on the wall also pulled out a long shadow, at this time Hua Lang had long stopped looking at the classics and humanities books, he just stared at the paintings hanging on the wall, and the beauties in the paintings, and the inscriptions under the paintings.

Hundreds of years have passed, the beauty in the painting is still as beautiful as it was at the beginning, her smile back does not know how many people's souls have been hooked, Hua Lang looked at Aunt Wen's bright eyes, looked at her purple clothes, and suddenly felt that when Xia Lang was painting, he must have been very excited, just like in the movie Titanic, when Jack painted a portrait of Rose.