Fatal temptation

"Sun Yaohu was born to you?"

"Yes."

"Have you gotten close in recent years?"

"Yes... Hey, I'm talking about the police officer. Is there anyone who doesn't get close? Just ask whatever you want. My time is precious."

"...Okay, then let's talk about the oil painting."

"What oil painting?"

"The one you put at the entrance of the exhibition hall, did it look like this?" The police put the oil painting on the table for Zhan Qi to identify.

Zhan Qi sat on the chair carelessly, glanced at it, and said nonchalantly, "I don't know."

"Think about it carefully..."

"Officer, there are at least tens of thousands of paintings hanging in my exhibition hall, can't I recognize every one of them?"

"Then according to what you said, you are very familiar with Sun Yaohu. Have you ever seen the paintings he paid a deposit for?"

"..."

"say!"

"Who do you think you're talking to!"

"I know, the grandson of Marshal Zhan, the son of Minister Zhan."

"It's good to know." Zhan Qi relaxed and slumped on the back of the chair again.

"However, before someone came to pick you up, you were just an ordinary person who was questioned by me."

"..." Zhan Qi glanced at the man's badge, "Chen Qiao, right? I remember you."

"Now let's talk, do you recognize this oil painting?"

"know."

"What did it look like?"

"Nothing has changed except the black car and the man lying in a pool of blood."

"Then why did it have these two extra things? Did it add some special paint?"

"How do I know this? You should ask the author!"

"Then do you know the author?"

"..."

"do you know it?!"

"Yes, he is Jiang Yiran's senior brother."

"Who is Jiang Yiran?"

"Please! Police officer, don't you care about the news in the art world? Don't you know the popular painter?"

"Who is he from you?"

"Small."

"You're also a child?"

"That's right...I said, officer, what do you mean? Is it interesting to keep holding on to this painting?"

"The surveillance in your exhibition hall told me that Sun Yaohu just happened to be in a car accident when this painting became like this. Tell me, should I hold on to it?"

"It's just a coincidence, maybe it's someone's prank."

"A prank? If it's really a prank, then I'll also charge him with the crime of disturbing the peace."

"Then you go and sue! What are you doing with me?"

"Mr. Zhan, I think you need to recognize the fact that this is the police station, not your military compound. Do you know that I have the right to detain you based on your behavior just now?"

"Then come here! I want to see if you have the ability?" Zhan Qi simply put both hands on the table, waiting for the police to come and handcuff him.

"..." The police officer was very angry, but there was nothing he could do, because he had received a notice from above that he was not allowed to touch this Mr. Zhan.

Therefore, even if he wanted to eat him alive at this moment, he had no choice but to sit down and finish the rest of the process.

Chen Qiao knew that nothing could be pried out of this person's mouth, so he just asked some unimportant questions.

I didn't mean to avoid the important ones, but I just felt that instead of wasting time on such thorny people, it would be better to start investigating directly.

Chen Qiao circled the names of two people in the notebook, Jiang Yiran and Gu Feifei.

These two people have direct or indirect relationship with this oil painting.

Check, must check.

As for Sun Yaohu's home in Changjing, he will also go there.

Chen Qiao tapped the table with his index finger and sighed.He had a hunch that the truth behind the car accident would definitely surprise everyone.

"This is just the beginning." He remembered the letter from that mysterious man not long ago.

What did he want to tell himself?