I carefully approached and observed it for a long time.

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

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

I wondered, what exactly is Wang Leng going to do?

Out of curiosity, I opened the stove with iron tongs and found that it seemed that the burning inside was not charcoal.

Because the charcoal will turn into white ash when it burns to the end, but the ash here is black, and it is tweaked with iron pliers, and the texture is very soft.

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

After hearing what I said, Li Yuntian couldn't help but tremble all over: "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean?"

I picked up the iron tongs without saying a word, picked out the black stuff in the stove, then slowly spread it out and said, "Do you think this black slag looks like a human skin..."

Li Yuntian was shocked. He stretched out his hand and ignored the burning. He picked up a small piece of slag on his hand, then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. After a while, he said sweating profusely: "It's indeed skin tissue, but it's not ruled out that it's the animal's fur."

"Yes." I nodded: "But why does Wang Leng burn skin? This season, I will only light a big stove at home."

Yin Xinyue suddenly realized something and said, "I understand. Wang Leng must be afraid that we will recognize him, so he disfigured himself!"

I laughed out loud: "You are so funny. Even if you want to disfigure your face, there is no need to cut off your skin and burn it. What's more, no one in this world will be so cruel to you. I think the other party must have done this under the circumstance of having to, such as being forced by an executioner."

"The executioner has also been here?" When the executioner was mentioned, Yin Xinyue and Li Yuntian's faces began to change abnormally.

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

I thought about it for a long time, and finally I felt that if Wang Leng was not dead, he would definitely come back again. Because he still had to have dinner, it was impossible for him to put the antiques in the room. After careful consideration, I decided to stay tonight and wait for the rabbit.

Li Yuntian suggested that he would be with me, and I agreed. Yin Xinyue, who likes to join in the fun, naturally has to be with us.

We bought some food outside, filled our stomachs, and waited at Wang Leng's house. It was still early now, and Wang Leng would choose to come back when there was no one in the middle of the night. I was free and began to carefully observe the antiques Wang Leng collected.

Wang Leng is indeed a powerful antique businessman. His antiques are from the Warring States Period to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Although some of them are fakes, most of them are genuine products with high artistic value.

The reason why I didn't take action is probably because I came from the wrong way, right?

After all, there are not many next-generation developers who dare to digest these black antiques, so they have to deal with them one by one.

I asked Li Yuntian what the police station should do about so many antiques from wrong origins? Li Yuntian shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying that there is nothing he can do, and he doesn't have much to do. China's laws and regulations in this regard are not sound, so these guys like to take advantage of the loopholes in the law. If the police station cannot find conclusive evidence to prove that these cultural relics are from the underground, he will be helpless with Wang Leng.

I sighed deeply and thought to myself that many good treasures in China were destroyed by these scumbags!

The sky gradually darkened. Perhaps because of psychological effects, I suddenly felt that the room began to become gloomy and terrifying. Li Yuntian and Yin Xinyue also clearly felt the strange atmosphere. Their faces were not good, and they did not dare to walk around the room at will, for fear that these antiques would be "silent objects".

But I don’t think it’s very likely. Yin objects are very rare. Some antique merchants may not touch Yin objects once in their lifetime. The reason why I come into contact with them is mainly because I am an Yin objects merchant and there is a Yin object running wherever there is.

I took the two of me 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 there for a long time.

You must find the source of the ancient painting as soon as possible, otherwise even if your grandfather is alive, you will not be able to deal with the evil spirits in the painting.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in this gloomy room, I really felt like I was living like a year. This community was completely quiet at around nine o'clock, and there was not even a street light.

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

I have always been worried about what if there is an extra shadow in the room? In the darkness, will Li Yuntian or Yin Xinyue smile at me with distorted faces? Everything is unknown.

The more I think about it, the more I am afraid. This is how I scare myself!

Early in the morning, one in the morning, two in the morning...

Until four or five o'clock in the morning, the living room was still extremely quiet and there was no movement at all.

This quiet atmosphere made me feel more and more uneasy, and I always feel something is wrong. But I can't say what is wrong.

It was not until someone in the community started to get up early to work that the uneasy feeling in my heart gradually disappeared.

I waved my hands at the two of them helplessly and said, "I was considered a waste of my guard yesterday, and Wang Leng didn't come back."

After hearing what I said, Li Yuntian and Yin Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that both of them didn’t want Wang Leng to come back because we didn’t know what form Wang Leng would come back?

If we didn't come back last night, we would have to continue to guard tonight. I took the two of us downstairs for breakfast, and while we were having breakfast, Li Yuntian suddenly answered a call. After hanging up the phone, Li Yuntian's face suddenly began to become abnormal.

As soon as I saw his face, I knew something must have happened. As expected, after my questioning, Li Yuntian told me that the ancient painting was missing...

After hearing what he said, my heart thumped and I hurriedly asked when it happened? Li Yuntian shook his head and said that it must have been last night, during the routine inspection of the police this morning, and found 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 us out of the mountain, and he would steal ancient paintings by himself.

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

"Everything was normal last night, and no one even came to the third floor. But the painting disappeared for no reason..."

I immediately asked, "Are you sure no one came up last night? Is there anything strange happening when I am on duty? I have to tell me any possible details."

The guardian insisted again that everything was normal.

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

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

After entering, everything was normal, without any strange phenomena, and no footprint was left, except that the ancient painting hanging on the wall disappeared.

I looked carefully at the place where the ancient paintings were hung, but I found no clues.

Li Yuntian muttered in my ear in a low voice: "Can it be... the deceased stole Gu Hua?"

I was not sure about it either, so I had to let Li Yuntian go and 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. He pulled out the corpse, and there was nothing unusual about the corpse.
Chapter completed!