Then look at the mention of the word on the seal, still can't see clearly, I don't know which calligrapher mentioned the word, people write wild grass, Xiao Man and Ma Chengfeng's cultural level is half a catty and eight taels, it is really difficult to identify.

"Mother-in-law, can you see any clues? What exactly does Choi Yaojo mean? What's wrong with this painting? Ma Chengfeng asked Granny Shui.

Granny Shui shook her head slightly, and said: "The focus should not be on this painting, the old man looks at Fang Cai Yaozu's meaning as if he wants to take down this painting and give it to us, is there anything special about the material of this painting scroll?" ”

Granny Cui understands the saying in these ancient arts, in the old rivers and lakes in the past, there is a very special paper, painting on this kind of paper, on the surface it looks plain, but if you sprinkle water on the scroll again, or pour wine, then the scroll will show another scene, to put it bluntly, there is a chemical reaction between water and wine and this special paper.

"Mother-in-law, do you think this painting is worth it?" Ma Chengfeng grinned, and he didn't dare to find water to splash it up, for fear that he wouldn't be able to afford it.

Antiques should be worth it if you say it's valuable, and if you say it's a waste product, it's useless, and you have to see who you want to see. For example, if you take a red bottle of cowpea from Kangxi's official kiln and give it to a vendor who sells fresh pickles in the market, people will use it as a pickle jar. Kangxi official kiln cowpea red, less than 10 utensils handed down in the world, each of which is at least 2 million yuan. The antique calligraphy and painting are more exaggerated than cowpea red, and none of the three of them know how to do it, so he doesn't dare to move easily.

"Cheng Feng, even if he is not a famous person, at least it has been more than a thousand years, I think ...... Don't we move around? Xiao Man swallowed his saliva, no one's money is blown by the wind. After all, Cui Yaozu didn't say that he wanted to give them this ancient painting just now.

Ma Chengfeng stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and was not in a hurry to study this old painting, first drank the tea in the cup, and then walked to the painting, pinched it, and sniffed it.

"I'll take it off first, and we'll study it slowly. You two will give me a witness, did Cui Yaozu plan to take it down and give it to us just now? I'm not stealing, am I? With that, he turned around and looked at Cui Yaozu who had fallen to the ground and was staring blankly. Don't blame the seniors, you said that you are dead, and no one in the family can help you take care of these celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and the younger generations are brave, so I will help you collect them first, and after we study the secrets in the painting, we will burn him to you at that time, okay? ”

"Hehe, you call this psychological hypnosis." Xiao Man raised his foot and stretched out his hand to take off the painting, although this kind of behavior is not very glorious, but when the Cui family comes back to collect the body, they can't allow them outsiders to take away a stitch and thread.

After Xiao Man took down the landscape painting on the wall, he suddenly looked at the wall with his eyes open, and saw that the wall was originally plastered with cement, but only the small piece of the painting was red brick, and there were brick joints, which were not built at all.

"Cheng Feng? You see! There must be something hidden in the back! Xiao Man exclaimed.

The three of them hurriedly opened the wall, and soon, a dark compartment was revealed behind them, and the space inside was not large, that is, eight or nine bungalows, and Ma Chengfeng asked them to stay outside.

He stepped in, it was too small to hide anything, or rather, it was a hidden compartment for hiding things, and the wall and painting in front of it were enough to hide people's eyes.

There is an offering table in the room, the upper part of the offering table is the candlestick of worshipping ghosts and gods, the middle is an offering shelf, and on the shelf is a very flat and flat small box, the small box is antique, and the word "Cui" is engraved below.

The box was not locked, Ma Chengfeng knew in his heart that it was impossible for the Cui family to hide ordinary objects in such a hidden location, it must be a treasure, since it was a treasure, what was there to pay attention to in this box, such as a mechanism, or smeared with poison or something? He kept an eye on it, and did not touch it directly with his hands, but pulled out the Seven Star Blade, probed it with the tip of the knife, and gently picked it up, and the lid of the box snapped open.

He leaned against the wall, waited for a long time, and saw no vision in the box, and then he relaxed and went to take a closer look.

The box contained a large piece of silk, and the silk knew at a glance that it was the handiwork of Su embroidery, as thin as cicada wings, Ma Chengfeng took out the silk silk and unfolded it for a look, ouch...... The silk silk was folded into sixteen bundles, all unfolded to a meter square. The top is densely embroidered with straight lines, arcs, and intersecting straight lines, which looks like a labyrinth.

"Cheng Feng, someone is here!" At this time, Xiao Man's shout came from outside.

Ma Chengfeng hurriedly folded the silk and put it away and ran out.

The police worked very quickly, first asking about the process of the case, and then making a record of the three of them one by one.

The three of them didn't have anything to hide, to tell the truth, they said that Old Man Cui was beaten to death by a female servant in the family with a secret weapon. It's just that this dark grid...... What Ma Chengfeng said was that they had been smashed open when they came in, and Old Man Cui suspected that the unidentified maid had done it, so he called her over to confront her, but unexpectedly, the maid directly shot a hidden weapon, and then committed suicide by swallowing poison!

When the police saw that the case involved rivers and lakes, they could only make a record, take the body away temporarily, and wait for the Cui family to come back to collect the body. It is estimated that it is another unsolved case.

In the old days, China's legal system was not perfect, and there was an unwritten rule on the official side: as long as the case involved the rivers and lakes, then it could only be handled by the rivers and lakes, and the people in the rivers and lakes themselves would handle it. This has the advantage of not getting too involved and not asking for trouble.

Ma Chengfeng returned to the hotel and called everyone over, and everyone studied around this old silk.

"Cheng Feng, this is not a silk, this should be an ancient engineering drawing, you see, these small grids are all separate rooms." Park Lao Fu judged and said. Ancient engineering drawings are different from modern ones, and they can be seen at a glance without any abstract thinking and professional knowledge.

"Engineering drawings? It's a bit interesting if you analyze it like this, the Cui family is doing this old craft, there must be no doubt about the drawings, but you see, such a big drawing, what kind of project does this have to be? Good guy, although I have never been to the Forbidden City, I think that if there is such a big project in the world, the scale will definitely be larger than our small Potala Palace in Rehe, and it was more than a thousand years ago? Ma Chengfeng exclaimed.

(End of chapter)