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Chapter 213 Weird Painting

Cai Yan said that the case needed to be investigated by Nangong Fan and I. Naturally, the two of us didn't say anything, so we nodded and agreed.

Cai Yan continued: "You go back and have a rest, and drive to Zizhong tomorrow morning!"

Nangong Fan and I left. When we returned to the place we rented in Chengdu, Nangong Fan said to me: "After you go back, you should adjust your breathing. The continuous use of Daoxing last night consumed too much. If you use it again this time,

When you meet a powerful master, it will inevitably be another fierce battle. If you can't keep up with your breath, you will suffer a lot."

Hearing what Nangong Fan said, I smiled and said, "Do you care about me?"

Nangong Fancong snorted and said, "I'm worried that my way to seek revenge from Mr. Yu will be ruined by you, you idiot!"

After that, Nangong Fancong ignored me.

After returning to his residence, Cai Yan sent me some other information about the case, including the address and contact information of the old man who had received the strange painting and died.

Moreover, Cai Yan also arranged a title for me, leader of the special accident investigation team. He said in the message he sent me that he would send Fang Jie to go with us before we leave tomorrow.

Moreover, Fang Jie will also bring us some documents, which can provide us with a lot of convenience in investigating the case.

I also sent a message back to Cai Yan saying that I knew.

The next morning, when Nangong Fanxing and I got up to do our morning homework, I showed her the address information sent by Cai Yan. She took a few glances and said, "Don't take these useless information from now on."

Show it to me, it’s a waste of time. If you know those places, just take me there. If I know them, there’s no use. It’s a waste of brain cells.”

I waved my hand and said, "Okay, I'm the one who's troubled."

After finishing my morning homework, I prepared breakfast. Before we started eating, Fang Jie rushed over and happened to have breakfast with us here.

He also brought over the certificates that Cai Yan prepared for us. The certificates were well made and had an official seal.

Fang Jie said that this certificate can be found in the public security system, so it is real, and our positions are also real. With this evidence, we have the right to investigate a lot of information in the public security system.

Next, Fang Jie drove, I sat in the passenger seat, and Nangong Fancong sat alone in the back seat.

It took us more than two hours to arrive at Zizhong County. When we got here, Fang Fangjie drove the car directly to the Gucheng Hotel on Yingbin Road and stopped. He said we would stay here tonight, and the three of us would have a room.

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Northeast of the Gucheng Hotel is the People's Hospital of Zizhong. After we all confirmed our rooms, we gathered in the lobby on the first floor. Fang Jie said that several elderly people in our information died of illness in the People's Hospital and asked us what we wanted.

Don't go to the hospital first to investigate and see if there is anything abnormal.

I asked Nangong Fanyong for her opinion, and she said: "You are the one who talks about the matter, you make the decision."

I then said to Fang Jie: "Let's go investigate and see if there is any problem. It's always safer to see."

Fang Jie also nodded.

When we arrived at the hospital, we went to the emergency building and checked the inpatient department, including the hospital canteen, and found no problems.

Although hospitals have experienced a lot of life and death, they generally do not contain dirty things. This is because on the one hand, hospitals have sufficient yang energy and dirty things do not want to come near them. On the other hand, hospitals are key facilities in a city, and there are also yin and odors.

Patrol here regularly to see if there are any dirty things. If you encounter any dirty things, you will be taken away immediately.

As for evil spirits, they will not harm anyone.

After walking around the hospital a few times and carefully checking to make sure there were no problems, we left. After we found a small restaurant nearby to eat something, Fang Jie took him to meet the family members of an old lady who had recently died.

The community was on Lotus Pond Street. When he got to the door of the community, Fang Fangjie made a phone call. The person who answered the phone was a middle-aged man in his forties.

After Fang Jie revealed his identity, the middle-aged man asked us to wait at the gate of the community while he came out to find us.

Soon a slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a black suit and a black coat slowly walked over. He didn't look very fat, but he started to pant when he came to us, and we didn't see him running.

Ah, I started to pant after walking a few steps. My physical fitness must be too poor.

After saying hello, the middle-aged man said: "My surname is Ye. There is some chaos in my family right now. Let's go to the small teahouse at the door to talk."

When we arrived at the small teahouse, Mr. Ye ordered some tea and a few snacks and said, "Let's chat while we're at it."

I went straight to the point and asked Mr. Ye: "Do you still have the painting that your mother received before she died? Can you show it to me?"

Mr. Ye shook his head and said: "It has been burned a long time ago. When we received the painting, we felt very depressed and burned it directly. My mother was still in the hospital at that time, and the doctor said there was still hope.

I was rescued, but the day after I received the painting, my mother's condition took a turn for the worse, and she died on the fourth day. When she closed her eyes, she looked exactly the same as in the painting, although that painting I

I only took a glance at it, but I remember the scene very clearly."

After saying a few words, Mr. Ye started to pant again. After taking a few breaths, he took another sip of tea.

I did not continue to ask about the painting, but asked Mr. Ye: "Are you not in good health?"

Mr. Ye said: "When I was thirty years old, I had a lung disease. Since then, I have been short of breath. It will be better in a while. It has been an old problem for ten years!"

I carefully investigated Mr. Ye's situation and found that he had a yin energy. He seemed to be entangled in something dirty recently.

I continued to ask: "Have you encountered any strange phenomena recently?"

Mr. Ye said: "It's just my mother's painting that is about things, and nothing else..."

As he spoke, Mr. Ye seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became a little unnatural.

Mr. Ye continued: "Actually, there is one thing that is a bit strange. Last night, the policeman near us came to me and said that today, the higher-ups would send someone to investigate the painting before my mother died. He was right.

It’s you!”

I nodded, and then asked Mr. Ye what strange thing happened when the policeman notified him.

Mr. Ye continued: "Our community is considered an old community, and there are not many parking spaces in the community, so when the policeman notified me, it was when I was parking on the side of the road. He notified me, and I chatted with him for a while.

I waited until the chat was over and he left. It happened to be evening at that time. Now it gets dark early in winter. When I was preparing to go back to the community, I went to check whether the car door was locked, but when I looked at my car

When I was driving, I noticed a woman sitting in the passenger seat through the glass. She was wearing a red dress and looking at me blankly."

"I was shocked at the time, but when I blinked and looked carefully, I found that there was nothing inside. Later, I thought it might be the reflection of the glass, which gave me an illusion, so I didn't pay too much attention."

"Now you suddenly ask me if I have encountered anything weird. I think this thing is still a bit weird."

I nodded and said, "This is a bit strange. Where is your car parked? Can you take us to see it?"

Mr. Ye looked at me and asked curiously: "You are all members of the government, but you also believe in ghosts and gods?"

I said to Mr. Ye: "We are a special accident investigation team that specializes in solving these supernatural incidents. There may not necessarily be a ghost behind it, but since it is supernatural, there must be a special reason. We are here to find the reason behind it."

What I said was very official, and Mr. Ye nodded.

We drank tea here for a while and chatted for a while, and then Mr. Ye led us to where he parked his car.

The car was parked on the side of the road. When he got here, he pressed the car key and unlocked it.

When I was still dozens of meters away from the car, I started to frown, because the area around the car was very dark, and it was obvious that dirty things had already used Mr. Ye's car as a nest.

I looked at Nangong Fanxing, and she also frowned slightly.

Fang Jie has a calm expression on his face. He has probably handled more cases than Nangong Fancong and I, and has experienced more things. He may have become accustomed to keeping his expression on his face.

Mr. Ye asked me if there was anything wrong with the car and if it had any supernatural elements.

When he said this, Mr. Ye still used a half-joking tone. It was obvious that he did not believe in ghosts at all. He may even think that his mother's painting was just a prank, and we are here to investigate the truth of the prank.

, not to catch ghosts.

I looked at Mr. Ye and said solemnly: "Whether you believe it or not, you'd better not drive this car in the near future, otherwise you will be in bad luck!"

Mr. Ye was stunned for a moment and said: "Little brother, don't be joking!"

Before I could say anything, Nangong Fanxong climbed up the car window and pointed to the seat in the cab and said, "There is a painting there. Did you leave it in the car?"

Mr. Ye was stunned again and asked: "What painting!"

While talking, he opened the car door and took out the painting. The person in the painting was none other than Mr. Ye. The content was that he died at the scene of a car accident, covered in blood... (To be continued)


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