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"What else do you want to know?"

I sat down next to Gao Wenyuan.

There are several big trees next to the bench, and their dense branches and leaves provide just enough shade.

The surface of the lake is sparkling, and a cool breeze blows.

Gao Wenyuan should like the lake very much, but at this moment, his expression did not show any relaxation, but instead frowned.

"How much do you know about that painting?" Gao Wenyuan stared at me and folded his hands.

"I won't tell you until I see Professor Gao." I said calmly.

"You have to come up with more information before I can let you see him!" Gao Wenyuan insisted.

"Didn't I already tell you clearly on the phone about Xuanwu and Xingxiu?" I frowned, "These two pieces of information are very crucial. Anyone who knows the painting will know what I'm talking about."

"You still want to know more. It can only mean that you don't know the meaning of that painting, but you want to know more behind Professor Gao's back."

"That's not the case!" Gao Wenyuan immediately retorted, "I will never do anything to disgrace Teacher Gao!"

"Then what are you doing now?" I smiled.

Gao Wenyuan gritted his teeth and said, "I do it for the teacher's benefit."

"It doesn't all depend on your mouth." I shrugged my shoulders, lit a cigarette, and started smoking slowly.

"To tell you frankly, it's not the first time I've seen that painting, and I don't have to communicate with you."

"Have you seen it elsewhere?" Gao Wenyuan's eyes widened and he was shocked.

"Don't believe it?" I took out my phone and pulled out the Xuanwu paintings I took on the back of the plaque of Coffin Shop No. 44.

"look by youself."

Gao Wenyuan held the phone tightly, enlarged the picture, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

It took a while before he returned the phone to me.

"I didn't expect that there really is such a painting in this world." He looked at the lake and murmured in an incredible tone.

"What does it mean? Why is the teacher so obsessed with this painting?"

I knew he would relent, so I didn't push him and waited patiently for him to speak on his own initiative.

"I really do it for the teacher's benefit. He is going crazy because of this painting." Gao Wenyuan sighed.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows.

Strangely enough, Gao Jiren was his adoptive father, but he always called him teacher.

"The teacher has been painting this kind of strange painting for a long time. I don't know when it started. I have seen him painting since I was conscious when I was a child."

"In the beginning, one painting will be taken every few years."

"Slowly it became more frequent, and it became one a year. Now, it's one every month."

"He said he had been looking for the secret of this painting, and if he couldn't find it, he would die in peace."

Gao Wenyuan turned his head and looked at me seriously.

"Li Xiaofeng, if you really know something, I beg you to tell the truth. As long as it can make the teacher better, I will do anything."

"He is the only relative I have left."

I put out the cigarette butt: "I can tell you everything I know about this painting, but first I have to meet Professor Gao."

"Otherwise, how would I know if you were lying to me?"

Gao Wenyuan was still a little confused.

"It's not that I don't want you to see the teacher, I'm afraid that you will be frightened by his current state."

I felt funny: "Such scary things in school didn't scare me. Will I be afraid of your teacher?"

"That's right, we are different. The teacher is my relative, not yours. No matter what he becomes, it will have no effect on you."

Gao Wenyuan shrugged his shoulders mockingly.

"Actually, there is one more thing. Forget it, let's not talk about this. Come with me. I hope you can keep your word."

Gao Wenyuan stood up.

In fact, I know what he is worried about.

Afraid that I would know that Professor Gao was the one who asked him to hand over the horror animation to Miao Xiaohui.

I didn't give a damn and followed him out of the park.

Gao Wenyuan took out a low-key Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot and drove me to Professor Gao's home.

Southern suburbs, Nanting Garden Villa.

The Mercedes-Benz drove directly into the garage, and Gao Wenyuan led me to the living room.

The interior style of the villa is somewhat similar to that of the gallery, which is a very high-end minimalist style.

It's not like a nouveau riche villa where you can't wait to stuff it with everything.

There are large areas of blank space everywhere, but it doesn't give people an empty feeling. The only disadvantage is that the black and white and gray style is a bit gloomy.

"Wen Yuan, you are finally back!"

A middle-aged woman who looked like a nanny ran down the stairs in a hurry when she heard the sound in the living room.

"Aunt Mei, what's wrong? Is the teacher's condition very bad?" Gao Wenyuan hurried up and asked.

"I'm having a tantrum. If I don't eat or sleep, I must stare at that painting." Nanny Aunt Mei sighed.

"What's the point of enduring like this? He's so thin that he's lost his appearance. Wenyuan, go and persuade him."

"If only he would listen to me." Gao Wenyuan was also at a loss.

"Aunt Mei, please make some more food. I brought a friend to see the teacher. I hope it can be helpful to him."

"Okay, then you guys get busy first, I'll go get ready."

Aunt Mei nodded politely to me and went to the kitchen to get busy.

"The teacher's studio is upstairs. These days, he is bored in there every day, staring at that painting in a daze."

Gao Wenyuan took me upstairs as he spoke.

Second floor.

The studio is spacious and bright, but messy.

Paint boxes and drawing papers were scattered all over the floor. There was an old man with disheveled hair sitting in the mess, staring blankly at the easel in front of him.

There is a painting on the easel, which is Xuanwu Tu.

His expression was sluggish, his cheeks were sunken, and there was an obvious dark green circle under his eyes, but the light in his eyes was abnormally hot.

"what exactly is it?"

"what exactly is it?"

The old man kept mumbling on his chapped lips.

"Teacher, you should rest for a while, your body will not be able to bear it if you continue like this." Gao Wenyuan walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man just raised his head and glanced at him, and his eyes quickly returned to the painting.

"Teacher, teacher"

"do not bother me!"

Gao Wenyuan called out twice more, but was interrupted impatiently by the old man.

Just looking at this old man with disheveled hair and body covered in paint, it is really difficult to connect him with the mysterious great painter.

Gao Wenyuan's face was full of helplessness and worry. He looked at me, took a breath, and then said: "Teacher, I brought a friend here, and he said he knew the secret of this painting."

"Does anyone know?" Professor Gao immediately raised his head and held Gao Wenyuan's hand tightly.

"Yes, that's what he said. Teacher, please don't get excited." Gao Wenyuan comforted the teacher and winked at me.

I walked over and said hello to Professor Gao.

"Hello, Professor Gao, I am Gao Wenyuan's friend."

Professor Gao interrupted me directly, anxious.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me quickly, what is the secret of this painting, I don't have time!"