Merchant of the Underworld

I cautiously approached and watched for a long time.

Li Yuntian also discovered this big stove and took a breath of cold air and said, "Could he also use the method of burning a stove to find the footprints of the executioner in the painting?"

I immediately squatted down, hoping to find footprints, but I didn't find them.

I was just wondering, what on earth is this Wang Leng going to do?

Out of curiosity, I used iron pliers to open the stove and found that what was burning inside did not seem to be charcoal.

Because when the charcoal is burned, it will turn into white ash, but the ashes inside are black, and the texture is very soft when moved with iron pliers.

I asked Li Yuntian with a serious expression: "Officer Li, if a person is burned to death by a fire, and the outer layer of skin has not been burned away, what color will be the residue left behind?"

Hearing what I said, Li Yuntian couldn't help but trembled: "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?"

Without saying a word, I picked up the iron pliers and took out the black mass from the stove. Then I slowly spread it out and said, "Do you think this black mass looks like human skin..." "

Li Yuntian was shocked. He stretched out his hand and picked up a small piece of dregs in his hand without caring about the heat, then put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. After a moment, he said with sweating profusely: "It is indeed skin tissue, but it cannot be ruled out that it is animal fur."

"Yes." I nodded: "But why does Wang Leng burn the skin? Only idiots would light a big stove at home during this season."

Yin Xinyue suddenly said with some enlightenment: "I know, Wang Leng must be afraid of being recognized by us, so he disfigured himself!"

I laughed out loud instantly: "You are really funny. Even if you want to be disfigured, there is no need to cut off the whole face and burn it. What's more, no one in this world will be so cruel to me. I think the other party must be here. You do this only when you have no choice, such as being forced by the executioner.”

"The executioner has been here too?" When they mentioned the executioner, Yin Xinyue and Li Yuntian's expressions began to change.

However, this is obviously the most reasonable explanation at present.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that if Wang Leng had not died, he would definitely come back. Because he still needs to eat, he can't leave this house full of antiques. After careful consideration, I decided to stay tonight and wait.

Li Yuntian offered to come with me, and I agreed. Yin Xinyue, a master who loves to join in the fun, naturally wants to be with us.

We bought some food outside, filled our stomachs, and waited at Wang Leng's house. It was still early in the morning, so Wang Leng would probably choose to come back in the middle of the night when no one was around. I had nothing to do and began to carefully observe the antiques collected by Wang Leng.

Wang Leng is indeed a powerful antique businessman. The antiques he has here range from the Warring States Period to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Although there are some fakes, most of them are genuine items with high artistic value.

The reason why he didn't take action is probably because he came from a shady background, right?

After all, there are not many people who dare to digest these black antiques, so they have to be dealt with one by one.

I asked Li Yuntian, what is the police station going to do with so many antiques that come from shady sources? Li Yuntian shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying that there was nothing he could do about it and there wasn't much he could do. China's laws and regulations in this area are not sound, and these guys like to take advantage of legal loopholes. If the police station couldn't find conclusive evidence that these cultural relics came from the underground, he would have nothing to do with Wang Leng.

I let out a long sigh, thinking that so many good treasures in China were destroyed in the hands of these scumbags!

It was getting dark, maybe it was a psychological effect, but I suddenly felt that this room was starting to look eerie and scary. Li Yuntian and Yin Xinyue also clearly felt the weird atmosphere. Their expressions were not good, and they did not dare to walk around the room at will, for fear that these antiques were "devious objects".

But I think it's not very likely. Yin objects are very rare. Some antique dealers may never come across a female object once in their lives. The reason why I have frequent contact with them is mainly because I am a trader of femininity, and the femininity goes wherever there is.

I took the two of them into the bedroom and carefully observed the scene in the living room. I don’t know if Wang Leng will come back tonight? If we don't come back, we will have to stay longer.

The source of that ancient painting must be found as soon as possible, otherwise even if grandpa is alive, he will not be able to deal with the evil spirit in the painting.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it felt like living in this gloomy room felt like a year. This neighborhood was completely quiet around nine o'clock, and there weren't even street lights.

We didn't turn on the lights in the room, for fear of disturbing Wang Leng. Through the cold moonlight, I could barely distinguish the shadows of Li Yuntian and Yin Xinyue.

I have always been worried, what if there is a black shadow in the room? In the darkness, would Li Yuntian or Yin Xinyue smile at me with distorted faces? Nothing is known.

The more I think about it, the more scared I become. This is just scaring myself!

Early morning, one o'clock in the morning, two o'clock in the morning...

Until four or five o'clock in the morning, the living room was still extremely quiet, without any movement.

This quiet atmosphere made me feel more and more uneasy, and I always felt that something was wrong. But I can't tell what exactly is wrong.

It wasn't until people started getting up early to go to work in the community that the feeling of unease in my heart gradually disappeared.

I waved my hands helplessly to the two of them and said, "It was a waste of time yesterday because Wang Leng didn't come back."

After hearing what I said, Li Yuntian and Yin Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that both of them don't want Wang Leng to come back, because we don't know 'in what form' Wang Leng will come back?

If you didn't come back last night, then we have to continue to guard tonight. I took the two of them downstairs to have breakfast, and while having breakfast, Li Yuntian suddenly answered a phone call. After hanging up the phone, Li Yuntian's expression suddenly began to look abnormal.

One look at his face and I knew something was wrong. Sure enough, after my questioning, Li Yuncai told me that the ancient painting was missing...

Hearing what he said, my heart skipped a beat and I quickly asked when did it happen? Li Yuntian shook his head and said that it was probably last night and this morning during the police's routine inspection that they discovered that the ancient painting was missing.

I cursed secretly, and then asked Li Yuntian to take me to the murder scene immediately.

This might be Wang Leng's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, sending us to his house while he steals the ancient paintings.

When we arrived at the scene, several police officers were guarding the door. After seeing Li Yuntian, he immediately came up to report the situation to Li Yuntian.

"Everything was normal last night. No one even came to the third floor. But the painting disappeared inexplicably..."

I immediately asked: "Are you sure no one came up last night? Did anything strange happen while on duty? Tell me every possible detail."

The guarding policeman insisted again that everything was normal.

I took a deep breath and said, "Open the door, let me go in and take a look!"

The police immediately opened the door and I found that the door lock was intact and it was impossible to enter through the front door unless I had the key.

After entering, everything was normal, there was no abnormality, not a single footprint was left, only the ancient painting hanging on the wall was missing.

I looked carefully at the place where the ancient paintings were hung, but I didn't find any clues.

Li Yuntian whispered in my ear: "Could it be that... the deceased stole the ancient painting?"

I couldn't make up my mind, so I had to ask Li Yuntian to see if the body was still in the morgue.

Li Yuntian immediately took us to the morgue. The morgue was as cold and gloomy as ever. When the body was extracted, there was nothing unusual about it.

I took a breath, what the hell is going on?