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Chapter 129 The weird nursery rhyme is here again

 There are characters in all the paintings sold by Shen Bin.

It’s a figure painting, a market painting, so I won’t mention it. It’s normal to have figures.

However, in landscape, flower and bird paintings, there are also figures on them.

Although these characters are well integrated into the scene by Shen Bin, they are not obtrusive.

But thinking about the previous case of the ghost in the painting, Qin Shaoyou couldn't help but wonder, what was Shen Bin's intention when he painted a person in every painting?

Will these people be like the female ghosts in previous erotic books who ran out of the painting in the middle of the night and asked for a hug because they were cold?

Qin Shaoyou focused on Shen Bin because he suspected that he was related to the case of the ghost in the painting.

The current situation of these paintings has further deepened Qin Shaoyou's suspicion.

The reason why Shen Bin was not immediately brought back to the Demon Suppression Division for interrogation was because his reputation had already been established, and it was not easy to arrest him without sufficient evidence, otherwise it would easily arouse public resentment and anger.

Qin Shaoyou pondered for a moment, turned to look at Zhu Xiucai, and found that the other person was also looking at him.

There were three parts doubt in his eyes, and... seven parts excitement.

Before Qin Shaoyou asked, Zhu Xiucai lowered his voice and said, "Sir, do you want me to arrange manpower to keep an eye on these people buying paintings?"

Qin Shaoyou nodded and agreed to his arrangement, and said: "There are many people buying paintings, and our team alone is simply not enough to keep an eye on them.

First, let your eyeliner follow the person who bought the painting to determine their identity and residence. Then summarize this information and send someone back to the Demon Suppression Department to report it to Lord Baihu, and let him arrange manpower to monitor and protect the person who bought the painting. .”

"Yes." Zhu Xiucai nodded in agreement and was about to make arrangements.

However, Qin Shaoyou stopped him and added: "When reporting this matter to Mr. Bai Hu, remember to remind him that you must not only monitor whether the people who buy paintings are sick, in danger, etc., but also record their various changes. , especially the changes in Yang Qi and blood Qi.”

He was reminded of the incident in the ancient temple village where the tiger's men secretly sucked the yang energy of the villagers.

Zhu Xiucai nodded again: "I understand, do you have any other instructions?"

After making sure that Qin Shaoyou had no other instructions, he took a few steps back, took advantage of the crowd's cover, waved to a beggar on the roadside, and whispered a few instructions.

The beggar nodded repeatedly, then blended into the crowd and disappeared.

But Qin Shaoyou clearly saw that every time someone bought Shen Bin's scroll and left, a beggar would quietly follow him.

After Zhu Xiucai returned to Qin Shaoyou, he made a suggestion: "Sir, should we also buy a painting by Shen Bin and check if there is anything wrong with it?"

Qin Shaoyou glanced at him and asked: "Didn't you say that if the ghost in the painting hides in the painting and doesn't show up, it won't be discovered?"

“In the previous erotic books, it was because the manipulators behind the scenes of the ghosts in the paintings were alert, so they were restrained.

But the situation now is different.

If there is really a problem with Shen Bin and the paintings he sells, then they will definitely do something.

Maybe we can wait and catch the ghost in the painting, thus confirming that there is something wrong with Shen Bin!"

Zhu Xiucai's analysis made Qin Shaoyou feel that it made sense.

Although he knew very well that Zhu Xiucai probably had other plans when he bought the painting, he still nodded in agreement.

"You're right, you can indeed buy a painting and wait for it."

"Then I'll go buy it now?"

Zhu Xiucai asked hurriedly, with a positive attitude.

Qin Shaoyou was about to nod in agreement, but as he spoke, he changed his mind: "Don't go, find an ordinary person to buy paintings for you."

Zhu Xiucai was stunned for a moment, then understood what Qin Shaoyou meant and nodded in agreement.

He went to the roadside, found an idle man, gave some instructions, and gave him a sum of money.

The idle man got the money and quickly squeezed into the crowd. It didn't take long to take out a painting.

Zhu Xiucai opened the scroll, took a look at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

After closing the scroll, he returned to Qin Shaoyou's side, winked at a group of warriors, and said to take credit: "I specially asked someone to choose a painting of ladies on a spring outing."

It's a pity that several of the strong men looked blank and obviously didn't understand what he meant.

Zhu Xiucai had to add: "There are the most women in this painting!"

"Oh, oh oh."

Only then did the warriors suddenly realize, and they all laughed tacitly.

Zhu Xiucai laughed twice and said with some heartache: "Shen Bin's paintings are really good in technique, but they are too expensive."

Qin Shaoyou comforted him and said, "It's okay. When I get back, I'll ask Master Baihu to reimburse you."

Zhu Xiucai immediately beamed: "Thank you, sir."

Zhu Xiucai is not the only one who thinks Shen Bin's paintings are expensive.

Among the people watching Shen Bin, many were hesitant because the price of the paintings was too expensive.

Others questioned the price and asked if it could be cheaper.

As a result, before Shen Bin could say anything, several people who bought the painting beside him actually helped him to retort: ​​"Is it too expensive? This painting skill and the meaning of the painting are already very cheap at this price, even if it is sold at a higher price. , and it’s worth it.”

Someone else said: "The money Shen Bin gets from selling paintings is donated to the temple to pray for people who died in vain. So what you give is not money to buy paintings, but money to do good deeds. This painting is yours A gift from doing good deeds.”

Shen Bin also spoke at this time, his voice was very dry and hoarse: "My dear friends are right, everyone is doing good deeds by buying these paintings. And if you do good deeds, you will be rewarded with good things."

After listening to what they said, many people felt that these paintings were indeed not expensive.

Even if you think about it again, you can get a masterpiece by donating money for charity, which is really a waste of money.

As a result, many people who were still hesitant before started spending money to buy paintings.

The idle man who helped Zhu Xiucai buy a painting was squatting on the side of the road counting the rewards he had received.

Hearing Shen Bin's words, he glanced up and muttered disdainfully: "What kind of reward can I get? Can you also give me a wife?"

Zhu Xiucai and the warriors glanced at him and said nothing, but replied in their hearts: Maybe it is true... but it will be very cold.

At this time, Qin Shaoyou made arrangements:

"Old Xu, please work harder and continue to follow Shen Bin. Xiucai, find someone to help check the few people who are helping Shen Bin speak. The rest of the people, don't rush back to the Demon Town Division, follow me to Shen Bin Take a look at your home.”

"yes."

Everyone took the order in a low voice.

Xu Lishi blended into the crowd and continued to follow.

Zhu Xiucai recruited informants and asked them to inquire about the people who bought the paintings.

Qin Shaoyou led the horse and was about to head to the west of the city with everyone, when the strange nursery rhyme suddenly sounded in his ears again.

I don’t know if it’s because he has reached the seventh-level refining realm, but Qin Shaoyou heard more nursery rhymes this time than before.

The song is: "Red umbrella, white pole, after eating, my mother and I lie down on the board. Lying on the board, we sleep in the coffin. There is a pen holder inside, and it is painful to dip in ink every day..."


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