Time accelerated and it was Sunday afternoon.

Jian Jing changed into a forest-style long skirt and went to the newly opened exhibition hall of President Qin with Kang Mucheng.

The weather was not very good that day. Raindrops fell on the car window with a patter. The clouds were low and gray, like a bunch of wet toilet paper.

"Why is the exhibition hall in the wilderness?" Jian Jing propped up her head, very puzzled by the location, "It's so far away, will anyone really go there?"

"Because the building itself is a valuable collection." Kang Mucheng held the steering wheel with his left hand and tuned the channel with his right hand. The melodious light music floated in the car, "The old villa from the Republic of China period was auctioned for more than 100 million."

The road was difficult to travel on rainy days and the traffic was very congested, so he simply explained it slowly.

It turns out that Mr. Qin is the boss of an art collection company that specializes in art trading and has also opened exhibition halls around the world.

He had taken a fancy to the "Yuhui Villa" five years ago and spent a lot of money to buy it, but he did not keep it as a residence. Instead, he redesigned it to display the collected art and also as an art salon.

"Today's opening ceremony will display a lot of treasures. You are bored at home, why don't you go and have a look, just as a source of material." Kang Mucheng explained why he wanted her to go with him.

Jian Jing had to remind him: "I write a mystery novel."

"Theft and the like, aren't there often such cases?" Kang Mucheng gave her an idea, "Maybe it can be used in the next book. Do you have any inspiration?"

Jian Jing: "... No."

She also loved creation, but she didn't know if she had the talent of "her", and she had been hesitating whether to stop writing. "It's just right

. Have some fun while you have free time. Otherwise, if you start writing, I'll have to call you every day to invite you to dinner." Kang Mucheng seized the opportunity to knock on someone's daily routine. Jian Jing: Pretend not to hear. The car drove slowly through the rain curtain and finally arrived at the destination around three o'clock in the afternoon. Yuhui Villa is a typical American villa style, with red and white exterior walls and a green garden surrounding the three-story building in the center, half-hidden and very beautiful. As soon as she got off the car, Jian Jing heard a lady passing by say, "Have you heard the rumors about Yuhui Villa?" The man holding her arm asked, "What rumors?" " It is said that a murder case occurred here." The lady lowered her voice and smiled mysteriously. Jian Jing paused. The rain was getting heavier. Yuhui Villa was shrouded by dense rain curtains. It was not dark yet and all the lights in the house were on. Mr. Qin and his wife were chatting with guests on the sofa in the lobby, and Editor-in-Chief Guo was sitting on the other side, laughing and talking, without any abnormality. Jian Jing greeted them and pretended to admire the ink paintings hanging around. In fact, she secretly took out her mobile phone and started searching for "Yuhui Villa Murder Case". There was no way, the words she just heard really made her very concerned. Passersby said that a murder had happened here. The old western-style house, the past murder, the extramarital affair... According to her many years of experience watching Conan, it was definitely a sign of a case. Although the system did not issue any tasks, it is better to be prepared. There is a lot of news about Yuhui Villa, most of which are promotional materials from General Qin's company, which popularizes the long history of this old villa, how profound its cultural and artistic value is, how he transformed it, and wanted to make it the cultural center of the city, etc. It took her a lot of time to sort out the redundant information. After a long time, she found a related post in a ghost story forum. The title is very scary: The unjust case in the 818 old villa. Among them is Yuhui Villa. It is said that this was a house built by a wealthy businessman in his twilight years during the Republic of China, and he wanted to use it as a place for his family to live in. However, in the second year after moving into the villa, the family suffered a disaster. A group of bandits heard that the rich businessman had hidden treasures at home, so they colluded with servants and raided the villa on a rainy night. They killed the rich businessman and his young son, insulted his wife, took away the treasures, and fled in panic. Since then, on rainy nights, dark shadows can often be seen wandering in Yuhui Villa, and there will be some inexplicable bloodstains on the ground, and occasionally children can be heard crying. More importantly, the rich businessman was beheaded by someone, his body was left in the bedroom, but his head was never found. ... After reading the above rumors, Jian Jing felt a little relieved. This kind of horror legend can be seen everywhere, and the routines are similar. In addition, the system has never issued any tasks, so she can't help but wonder if she is too sensitive. Back in the discussion area, screenwriter Xu, who had met me once before, also asked about this matter, saying, "It is said that the bandits didn't find the treasure, so they killed people to vent their anger. Mr. Qin, when this place was renovated, did you find any old items?" "Yes, there are a lot of copper coins buried in the ground. The Feng Shui master said it was a setup to attract wealth and fortune." Mr. Qin was humorous. "As for the treasures, well, we dug three feet into the ground but didn't see a single silver dollar. Right, wife?" Mrs. Qin was in her early forties. She was not outstanding in appearance and wore plain makeup, but she was very elegant. "That's right. I personally supervised the construction, but I didn't see any good things." After a pause, she smiled, "But it's not hard to understand why there are such rumors." Writer Xu had a keen sense of smell and immediately became interested. "What do you mean?" Jian Jing also walked closer quickly, waiting to hear what was going on. Mrs. Qin said, "The villa is designed with many mechanisms and secret doors. If I hadn't measured the data, I wouldn't have discovered so many hidden spaces." "No wonder, the secret room must be used to hide something. Who knows which servant noticed it, and then the news spread out." Scriptwriter Xu flicked off a piece of cigarette ash and laughed, "Not a bad subject." Others laughed. President Qin said with a smile, "So, sometimes we have to admit that our ancestors were really capable." Writer Xu nodded in agreement and asked with regret, "Didn't you keep one or two places?" "One or two places?" President Qin laughed and put his arm around Mrs. Qin's shoulders affectionately, "You guys underestimated me. The new security in the museum is based on the original security. If any blind thief breaks in, he won't be able to find the place." "So amazing?" Editor-in-Chief Guo was surprised and glanced at Mrs. Qin. President Qin's expression was flawless and he tried hard to create a loving wife persona, "Yes, my wife has won several architectural awards, much better than me."

"Oh, don't say that." Mrs. Qin shook her head and humbly changed the subject, "I'll take you upstairs to have a look."

Editor-in-Chief Guo smiled and said, "I just arrived and I've already taken a look around. You guys go ahead and I'll have a cup of coffee." Then, she pointed to the coffee shop at the other end of the hall.

Mrs. Qin smiled and nodded, and greeted Kang Mucheng: "I was in France a few days ago and didn't have time to attend the anniversary celebration of Jinwu. How is your mother?" "

Everything is fine." Kang Mucheng replied.

"When I'm free at the end of the year, I'll ask her out for a vacation." Mrs. Qin changed the subject and said softly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Mucheng. When are you going to get a girlfriend? I have a female student who is pretty and talented. Do you want me to introduce you to her?"

Kang Mucheng said, "I'm busy with work, so I'm not considering it for now."

"Boss Kang has been busy with the film and television department recently, and he's been close to several female stars." Writer Xu revealed, "Many people have asked me about him." Boss

Qin smiled, "Mucheng is so lucky now."

Jian Jing noticed that Mrs. Qin's brows were slightly wrinkled, but she quickly relaxed and said nonchalantly, "I'll introduce you to each other when I have the chance. Here we are."

She walked to the second floor and opened a door, "This is the sculpture, next door is the painting, and opposite is the porcelain."

"There's not much, please feel free to look around." Mr. Qin said a few humble words, then suddenly took out his cell phone to look at it, "I've got a phone call, wife, I'm going to leave for a moment, you entertain the guests."

"Go ahead, leave it to me." Mrs. Qin didn't care, and helped Jian Jing, who was at the end of the list, and said gently, "Be careful with the steps."

Jian Jing put her arm around her, "Thank you

, ma'am." "You're welcome, you're Jingjing," Mrs. Qin praised, "You're beautiful and talented, really amazing."

Jian Jing was embarrassed by her compliments, "You're too kind."

Mrs. Qin smiled slightly, "You're such a likable child, come, I'll take you for a walk."

The host was so polite that Jian Jing couldn't refuse, so she had to follow her around to visit. However, this was not such a difficult process. Compared to the two-faced Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin was generous and gentle. She introduced the exhibits in a very clear and logical way, and it was not boring at all.

Jian Jing knew nothing about art, but after listening to her explanation, many of his doubts were solved.

After visiting several theme pavilions on the second floor, Mrs. Qin led them to the third floor, saying that Mr. Qin had collected a lot of film movies and invited everyone to watch them together.

Jian Jing's legs were sore from visiting, so he quickly agreed.

The private cinema was very small, with only seven or eight seats, but the chairs were very comfortable. At the back was an old-fashioned projector that had disappeared a long time ago, which immediately brought the atmosphere back to the cinemas of 20 or 30 years ago.

Old people like Writer Xu have already started to reminisce: "I haven't watched a film for a long time. What films does Mr. Qin have collected?"

"A lot," Mrs. Qin pulled out a roll and joked with a smile, "Let me see, how about Nezha Trouble the Dragon King?"

"Okay." Writer Xu lowered the back of his chair, "It's a film from the 1970s, I wasn't born then. Mucheng, have you seen this?"

Kang Mucheng said, "Yes."

"What about Jingjing? You definitely haven't seen it." Writer Xu said.

Jian Jing said, "Well, I haven't seen it."

"Then you should take a good look. The technology in the past was not good, but the films made now are not bad at all." Writer Xu made the same mistake as most middle-aged men and couldn't help but talk about it.

Jian Jing remained silent politely.

"Look, I'll bring you some drinks." Mrs. Qin said, and reminded them specifically, "By the way, if you change the film, remember to put it back to its original position. It's all arranged in order." "

Got it." Everyone responded casually.

Mrs. Qin left, and a quarter of an hour later, she brought coffee and milk tea, and sat down with them, watching patiently.

During this time, Mr. Qin didn't come back, and Editor-in-Chief Guo was naturally nowhere to be seen.

Jian Jing suspected that they had gone on a tryst.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Qin was sitting next to her and noticed her subtle expression.

Jian Jing covered up and said, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Come with me." Mrs. Qin stood up and led her way.

Jian Jing was surprised by her enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, so she had to follow.

The bathroom was on the other side of the third floor. Mrs. Qin said as she walked, "The rain outside is getting heavier. You won't be able to go back for a while. I'm really sorry for choosing such a day."

"It's nothing. It's worth coming." Jian Jing was polite, but she was quite concerned about the rainstorm. It

was already pitch black outside. Under the street lights, the rain curtains were as dense as white curtains. There was only the sound of "wow" rain between heaven and earth. The weather was so bad that I really didn't know how to drive back later.

Boom.

Blue lightning streaked across the sky.