I played the devil's game with Yang Shou, and I got into the soul with one shot!

Su Yi didn't answer. He was minding his own business in the investigation room, picking up some bottles and jars and checking them as if there was no one else around.

"Are you a stranger who came here today?"

After seeing Su Yi turning a blind eye again, the man also understood.

"Don't worry, I'm not a town citizen with weird behavior as described in the town rules. I think we can have a chat."

"Were you brought into town by Meiyue or Aiyue?"

Su Yi still didn't answer, but while flipping things with his left hand, he muttered, "Jian Shou'an?"

"Yes, it's me."

After hearing these words, Su Yi turned his eyes to the man.

The man seemed to have well-proportioned facial features and was [-] meters tall. He should have been a handsome guy when he was young, but now he has silver hair and his face looks a bit old.

"Are you Jian Shouan, Doctor Jian?" Su Yi confirmed again.

"There is no second doctor in Wuliu Town."

Jian Shou'an stared at Su Yi closely, but the smile on his face was a bit catchy, and he said something very abruptly.

"Foreigners, if you do this, you won't survive for five days, and at the latest, the great priest will die."

"Then please tell Dr. Jian how to survive." Su Yi seemed to naturally enter into this strange topic.

"Why should I tell you?" Jian Shou'an reached out and smoothed his silver hair, still smiling.

"With you, you are also a foreigner!" Su Yi smiled slightly.

"Or should I say, a former outsider."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Jian Shouan frowned slightly, but he was quite interested.

"Because, the past life will leave traces in life."

Su Yi glanced at the oil painting hanging on the wall and walked to the painting, "Are you a painter?"

Jian Shouan remained silent.

The painting shows a willow-shaded path deep in the mountains, revealing the beauty of a golden sunset, or of course, maybe morning light.

In summary, it’s amazing.

"The brushstrokes are active, the colors are bright and gorgeous, and the contrasts are strong."

"This painting has a bit of the French Barbizon School of painting."

Su Yi stepped forward and tapped the picture lightly with his finger, and the fine golden paint suddenly stuck to his hand.

"The painting is not dry yet, so it was obviously just painted recently."

"It's just that the fog in Wuliu Town has been intruding all year round and the oil paintings have returned to fashion." Jian Shouan narrowed his eyes slightly and denied it.

Su Yi didn't answer for the time being. He suddenly took down the painting, peeled off the frame, and reached into the back of the canvas with his hand, revealing an expression as expected.

"You..." Just when Jian Shou'an wanted to stop him, Su Yi quickly finished everything and gently placed the painting on Jian Shou'an's table.

Su Yi finally sat down and faced Jian Shouan face to face.

“Typically, to protect the back of the canvas from moisture, painters would apply two coats of beeswax dissolved in turpentine to the back.”

"The quality of this painting is already very high. It is impossible for this artist to forget to paint it."

"So...this painting is not finished yet, right, Painter Jian?"

Su Yi chuckled and stared at Jian Shou'an intently.

"Maybe I just forgot about this painting I bought, who knows."

Jian Shouan also smiled at Su Yi.

"So where did you buy the oil painting of Wuliu Town?"

Jian Shouan was silent again.

"I happened to have been to this place today, what a coincidence." Su Yi had been familiar with this painting since he saw it, and just now he finally remembered where he had seen it.

This was the back hill of Wuliu Town where Su Yimeng and I were strolling in the afternoon. There were paths, Japanese-style torii gates, and wide willow trees on both sides. Only this golden light had never been seen before, and the rest were just the scenery painted in front of him.

"A gift from a tourist? I don't think so. If your cuffs were cleaner, maybe I could still believe it."

Su Yi suppressed Jian Shouan's explanation in advance and pointed to his hand hanging under the table.

"But even if I painted it, how can it prove that I am a foreigner?"

"No, I don't need to prove it. Your reaction just now told me, so why should I bother."

From Su Yi's understanding, this town is isolated from the world and has no access to the Internet. It is impossible to learn painting here.

Of course, it is also possible that he went out and then came back, just like Qiu Ningxue.

But... Jian Shouan's reaction just now when he denied that he was the one who painted this painting had already told Su Yi the answer.

"Well, you are courageous, smart, and observant. You also know how to draw. Are you a painter too?"

Jian Shouan raised his arms, and there were some stains on the cuffs.

Su Yi had indeed studied painting before, so he knew something about it.

"Yes, so, Mr. Jane, can you tell me now?"

"You are right, I was once a foreigner." Jian Shou'an narrowed his eyes and suddenly gave a weird and evil laugh.

"But I just lied to you."

Su Yi raised his eyebrows, lied to me?

"Well, I said I'm not a town citizen who behaves strangely as described in the town rules."

"But, I am actually!" Jian Shouan stood up, holding a dagger in his hand.

"You just said that I wouldn't survive five days, so if you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have said such words."

"Haha! Interesting." Jian Shouan raised his hand and the dagger retracted into his cuff.

"I don't have much to tell you. I can only tell you that you only have five days to live, so cherish it."

"By the way, I would like to advise you again, the more you know, the faster you will die."

"Don't do meaningless things."

Jian Shouan's expression gradually turned from smiling to cold.

"Aren't you curious about where I got the information about what I just said?" Seeing that Jian Shou'an couldn't get any useful information from him, Su Yi thought of how he let him in just now.

What Su Yi didn't expect was that Jian Shouan shook his head.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"It was a little boy of eight or nine years old. He was mumbling, and finally he ran near your house and disappeared." Su Yi wanted to tell Jian Shou'an to see his reaction.

Jian Shouan didn't seem shocked and let out a breath.

"If you meet him, just pretend you didn't see him."

"You go away, stranger. I hope to hear the news of your death in a few days."

"You really have nothing to say to me?" Su Yi was very confused by what the person in front of him said.

This copy is too complicated.

"Like, how did you survive?"

"Isn't luck a kind of skill?" Jian Shouan suddenly smiled.

"Boy, you can't learn this."

luck? If you tell me this, I won’t feel sleepy anymore.

I can't learn?

I'm afraid you've never seen anyone with great luck!

"Just right! I don't have any merits except good luck!"

Su Yi made a splash.

"Ha ha……"

And Jian Shouan seemed to have heard some funny joke.

"Boy, the fact that you are here is enough to prove how lucky you are."

"Good luck? Don't make me laugh. Think more about how you are going to live these days."

"Your death is imminent!"