Fu Mingrui entered the room and found that the floor was covered with dust, proving that no one had entered the room for several days. This made some marks clearer. It was obvious that there was only one adult male footprint in the room.
Then, he saw a chair that had been moved to the front of a wall, facing the painting that Wang Laonu had mentioned!
Fu Mingrui walked to the chair, and he could already imagine Wang Yi sitting on the chair, staring at the painting in front of him. If he just wanted to appreciate it, he could just stand there, why would he need to move a chair over
Because when people sit down, the viewing angle of the painting will be lower, and the viewing angle will be poor. Therefore, the only explanation is, as the old slave Wang said, Wang Yi is too obsessed with this painting, and he will look at it for half a day. He will feel tired if he stands for a long time, so he needs to sit down.
Fu Mingrui couldn't help but look at the painting. What on earth could make Wang Yi so obsessed with this painting? His eyes swept across the painting in front of him, and he felt that the colors were extremely bright, and the bright colors seemed to have been painted just yesterday.
As we all know, if a painting is kept for a long time, it will lose some of its color and will never be as bright as when it was first painted.
But the painting in front of him, Fu Mingrui only felt that the colors were bright and moist. He took a look at the signature, it was the Taoist of Huangshan, he was slightly surprised, this Taoist of Huangshan has been gone for 60 years, how could this painting be preserved so vividly? Especially the red plum blossoms, they were so lifelike, as if the bright red plum blossoms of winter were directly printed on the scroll.
The white figure among the red plum blossoms is also particularly eye-catching. Her long hair half covers her face, making people curious whether she is a man or a woman, and what kind of stunning beauty she is.
But Fu Mingrui is a straight man, so he has no interest in beauties. In his eyes, this is just a painting. He doesn't care who the person in white is or how beautiful she is. But he is also full of admiration for the painting skills.
"Butler Wang, does your master like calligraphy and painting?" Fu Mingrui glanced at the painting in front of him and turned to look at Wang Lao Nu.
Wang Laonu looked embarrassed: "To be honest, sir, my master has never liked calligraphy and painting. This painting was bought to show off his culture and to communicate with dignitaries in the capital. Since the painting was bought, many masters who love painting have come to appreciate it." Wang Laonu stopped talking here.
When Fu Mingrui heard this, he also understood the purpose of this painting.
"But..." Wang Laonu suddenly spoke again, looking confused, "Later, the master gradually disliked others coming to appreciate the painting, so he refused other masters to come to appreciate it on the grounds that the painting needed to be maintained. After that, he closed the door and sat in front of the painting alone to appreciate it."
When Fu Mingrui heard this, he felt that the whole thing was indeed quite strange. A person who didn't like painting suddenly became unhappy because others were looking at his paintings, and then refused others to watch them and closed the door to watch them alone. This was obviously unreasonable and a little abnormal.
Fu Mingrui thought for a moment and looked at Wang Laonu: "This painting is very important. I want to take it away."
"Please do as you wish, sir!" Wang Laonu was extremely excited, as if he couldn't wait for Fu Mingrui to take away this painting that made their sir look weird.
Fu Mingrui raised his hand to take the painting, but when he got closer, he felt that the smell of blood became stronger. A trace of doubt flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but step forward and take a deep sniff. Sure enough, he smelled a strange smell of blood on this painting!
His heart tightened and he immediately took down the painting and held it up to the sunlight. The painting had been framed and no clues could be seen, but the smell of blood was real.
He rolled up the painting and looked at Wang Laonu solemnly: "Butler Wang, do you know where your master bought this painting?"
"Oh, I bought it from Yazangxuan in Beijing."
When Wang Laonu mentioned Yazangxuan, Fu Mingrui's forehead tightened and his temples ached. He knew that it was his elder brother's shop, and he also knew the purpose of Wang Yi buying paintings from his elder brother.
His heartbeat quickened a little, and the inexplicable guilt made him lose his composure in an instant, and he became upset. Could it be that Wang Yi's disappearance was related to his elder brother
Should we continue investigating this case
What he feared most was that the case in his hands would suddenly be related to his elder brother and father. He could not disown his relatives, so this would put him in a difficult situation where he had to make a choice between loyalty and righteousness.
“My lord, please make sure to find me~~~” Yin Yin cried in front of Fu Mingrui, tears streaming down her face, “Without you, my humble concubine… I really don’t know how to live…” Yin Yin cried and blinked tears at Fu Mingrui.
Wang Lao Nu looked on and shook his head, then bowed to Ming Rui and said, "Thank you, sir."
Fu Mingrui looked at Wang Laonu solemnly: "I have accepted the case and will investigate it. If you have any clues, you must report to the Eight Gates in time from now on!"
"Yes! Yes!" Wang Laonu nodded repeatedly.
"Also, please don't spread the news that your adult is missing outside to avoid causing rumors and panic." Fu Mingrui explained seriously.
"Don't worry, sir. I understand. I will also keep a close eye on the servants at home." Wang Laonu was a very reliable old servant.
When Fu Mingrui came out of Wang Yi's house, his concubine Yin Yin was still looking forward to him, and was pulled in by Wang Launu.
"I think if Wang Yi doesn't come back, this concubine will have an affair." Sun Peng couldn't help but joked.
"It's because our master is so handsome. I forgot that someone proposed to him last time." Wu Guang and others laughed secretly behind Fu Mingrui.
Fu Mingrui turned around and looked at the four of them with a stern face. The four of them immediately lowered their heads and put away the smiles on their faces. They dared not laugh or speak again under Fu Mingrui's majestic and angry gaze.
"Sir, we know we were wrong!" The four of them lowered their heads and said in unison. A look of regret appeared on their faces. During the investigation, no one was allowed to laugh or talk. This was discipline.
"This won't happen again!" Fu Mingrui shouted, turned around and continued forward with a gloomy face.
The four of them looked at each other, not daring to speak anymore, and followed Fu Mingrui obediently and seriously.
Fu Mingrui held the scroll in his hand, but he felt like he was holding a soldering iron that had just been taken out of the stove. It burned his palm so much that it hurt. This was a hot potato.
The missing officials in the capital were reported to the Eight Gates, and there was nothing wrong with the procedure. But Wang Yi happened to be his father's man, and the painting was sold by his eldest brother. This made Wang Yi's disappearance always have many connections with their family.
If Fu Mingrui didn't investigate in order to avoid suspicion, it would seem that the Fu family was the cause of Wang Yi's disappearance. But if he continued to investigate, Fu Mingrui felt a little uneasy. What if it was really related to his eldest brother and father
"Sir! Young Master Fu!" Zhao Cheng had sharp eyes and saw the person in front of him.
Fu Mingrui raised his head and saw his elder brother Fu Mingsu walking out of an empty house with a familiar man. He recognized the man with his elder brother as Yi Jixuan, his sister-in-law's elder brother!
He was a little surprised. When did Yi Jixuan come to the capital? He felt that he was too indifferent to the affairs of his family. (To be continued)