How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 123: The Mystery of the Painting

Lin Xiaosu stood at the entrance of the Detective Agency, watching the direction she left in, his face with a trace of mystery.

She was going to the Northwest.

She seemed to particularly like the Northwest.

She had left behind a graduate certificate from one of the top art colleges in the world, just to spend a year and a half in the Northwest.

What was in the Northwest?

He truly didn’t know before, but now, a mysterious word, just passed to him from the mouth of Blue Demon...

Kun Cang!

Both Blue Demon and Heavenly King Blood Trace once suspected him, Lin Xiaosu, suspecting that his unique abilities originated from Kun Cang, and even now on their trip to Jiangcheng, they brought the task of investigating him.

To see if Lin Xiaosu had any background related to Kun Cang.

Lin Xiaosu could bet with the Detective Agency in front of him that he absolutely had no connection with Kun Cang.

Kun Cang, a term he had only just learned.

Although Blue Demon did not elaborate on this term, he could tell it was an extremely mysterious power.

He, Lin Xiaosu, had no Kun Cang background.

So what about her?

Was Ding Ruoshui one of Kun Cang’s "World Travelers"?

Next time he met Chang Ye, they needed to delve into the topic of Kun Cang, to probe the secrets that even ranked high within the Qianlong system...

This moment was in the middle of summer, the hottest time of the year.

Fengcheng was a mountain city, covered in greenery all over the city, so the heatwave here, compared to Jiangcheng, was much milder.

A little past eight o’clock, exactly when the government officials and townspeople of the county town would take their children out for a stroll.

Pushcarts one after another, parents in pairs, laughter all around, pouring familial warmth into the streets of Fengcheng.

Girls dressed up, also walking and enjoying the breeze on the Yishui waterfront at the outskirts of the road.

Somewhat further away, a few retired old men were playing flutes, their music neither crisp nor pure, playing outdated revolutionary songs, but such mixed sounds lent the small county town’s nightlife a full sense of human life.

Lin Xiaosu took keys out of the space, opened the shutter door, and entered the Detective Agency.

Just as he entered, there came a surprised shout from behind...

Lin Xiaosu turned around, only to see two beauties run over like swallows returning to their nest, cheerfully crossing the road to stand in front of him.

Miao Ruolan and Zhou Xi.

This foray into Jiangcheng, the geographical span was quite large, from Fengcheng to Jiangcheng, from Jiangcheng to Fusang...

The time span was also quite long, ten days...

"Little Su, you’re back!" Miao Ruolan’s cheeks were flushed, even the fine sweat on the tip of her nose shimmering with excitement.

"Mhm, just got back!"

Zhou Xi called out, "What did you do? Sister Lan was terrified." freёweɓnovel_com

"Scared? What do you mean?"

Zhou Xi explained, "There were two deposits into our account, one was a commission of 300,000 from the Ding Family, the other was 1.5 million from Company 101! Also a commission..."

Lin Xiaosu smiled, "Receiving money is a good thing, why would you be scared?"

"That’s too much!" Miao Ruolan said, "I checked online, and Company 101 doesn’t seem particularly famous, what did you do for them?"

Lin Xiaosu pondered for a moment, "I’ll tell you the truth! Company 101 is not just any company, it represents the nation. I helped the police with some matters, this is a reward from the state, so accept it with peace of mind and don’t worry that I did something shameful."

A truthful explanation.

The two women were truly happy.

Doing business and making money is joyful.

But earning too much money can also be startling.

The detective business, unlike other industries, sometimes treads on the edge of the law.

They were worried about this miraculous detective doing something illegal, hasn’t it been said? These days the most lucrative and fastest money-making professions are all listed in the "Criminal Law"...

But Lin Xiaosu came clean, and they were set at ease.

It was a national reward!

What money in the world is the cleanest?

That is the state’s reward!

The words "national reward" were the strongest endorsement...

"Our earnings have far exceeded expectations this month!" said Lin Xiaosu, "Ruolan, let’s give Zhou Xi a raise."

"Sure!" Miao Ruolan readily agreed.

"Increase the base salary to ten thousand!"

"Sure!"

Zhou Xi was stunned, "Hey, hey, what did I do? Why are you spoiling me to death..."

No one knew, on this night.

An almost unimaginable wonder of the world took place at Fengcheng Detective Agency.

The boss giving an employee a raise, from proposal to implementation, took only a few seconds.

And the magnitude of the raise, straight from five thousand to ten thousand.

The employee was dumbfounded, what did I do to deserve this spoiling?

The boss playing the card of "I spoil who may I spoil," "If I’ve got the ability I’ll be capricious," what could she do?

Zhou Xi lay in bed that night, savoring the feeling of being spoiled, and swore to heavens, she had rarely been spoiled like this in her life.

In her younger years, her family was poor, her parents from humble backgrounds, they spoiled her, but that kind of spoiling was just the most basic biological support, care for warmth and cold throughout the seasons.

After the unfortunate demise of her parents, she truly experienced the cold reality of the world, her heart once dead and grey.

But at this Detective Agency, she experienced being pampered once again...

Her heart was filled with warmth.

Lin Xiaosu lay in bed, in a bed he hadn’t slept in for a long time.

He suddenly recalled a phrase...

What Ding Ruoshui said when she left: "If you miss me, use the painting I left behind; despite the distance, thoughts will be conveyed."

Painting!

She had once left him a painting!

In their interactions, the painting actually had low presence.

Over the seven or eight days and nights in Jiangcheng, among countless interactions with Ding Ruoshui, the painting was never mentioned.

He had almost forgotten about this painting.

But before she left, she specifically mentioned...

What does that mean?

This painting is not one of longing.

Why not?

Because the person in the painting is me, Lin Xiaosu.

It’s definitely not Ding Ruoshui.

Looking at this portrait of myself, what kind of longing could I be sending?

Narcissism?

Lin Xiaosu suddenly had a feeling that this painting might contain some hidden message.

Where’s the painting?

Lin Xiaosu got out of bed in his pajamas and checked the table, which had only a few books on it, no painting.

Nor in the drawer.

He bent down to check under the bed, it was clean and tidy, not there either.

Could it be that Ruolan took it?

She’s basically the one cleaning this room...

Lin Xiaosu left his room and headed towards Ruoshui’s.

At this time, Zhou Xi was a little distracted.

After she joined the Detective Agency, Lin Xiaosu hadn’t spent much time here; his last visit left a deep impression on her as he hadn’t emerged for days and nights.

Because that night, Ruolan had entered his room and come out only after two hours.

Tonight?

Would Ruolan sneak in again, carrying her shoes, and stage an unseen, unheard, but guessable mosaic of human drama in the room?

Tonight, Ruolan took a bath and went to her room.

She didn’t come out.

But she knew this didn’t mean anything; the night wasn’t over yet, who knows what the next moment would bring...

The next moment, Lin Xiaosu went to Miao Ruolan’s room.

He knocked gently.

Zhou Xi’s cheeks flushed in an instant.

The answer was clear: tonight, Sister Lan didn’t go to his room; he took the initiative to go to her room, the sparks were undeniable...

Just as I said, since they’ve been intimate before, how could they not continue?

Miao Ruolan was performing her nightly routine, pressing her lips against the painting before sleep.

She had just kissed it and closed her eyes when the door sounded with knocks.

Ruolan got up and opened the door.

Outside stood Lin Xiaosu.

Ruolan unconsciously clutched her chest, which was a bit protruding. She even felt that after joining the Detective Agency, it was becoming more obvious; she was too embarrassed to let loose during the day, but at night, it was time to set free, so her pajamas were very loose.

If it was Zhou Xi coming to visit, no big deal; Zhou Xi herself was well-endowed and free-spirited.

But it was him.

"Planning to go to sleep?" Lin Xiaosu said.

"Um."

"Ding Ruoshui once gave me a painting, and I can’t find it now. Have you seen it?"

Miao Ruolan said, "It’s here with me, I put it away for you."

"Oh, let me have a look!"

Miao Ruolan’s heart almost leapt out of her chest.

Look at the painting now?

It’s beside my pillow, will he think too much?

But they were already face to face, avoiding and hiding it would be more awkward.

She tried to maintain a calm demeanor and handed the painting to Lin Xiaosu from beside her pillow.

Lin Xiaosu stared at the painting, a bit stunned.

Why does the portrait of myself have a slight wetness at the lips?

What’s going on?

He invoked his Reverse Time...

Just now!

Just now, Miao Ruolan looked at this painting with deep affection and pressed her lips to the portrait’s.

Oh my God...

Miao Ruolan was also looking at the painting next to him, her heart beating ten times faster than Lin Xiaosu’s.

From this angle, one could indeed see the slight wetness on the painting, which was her lipstick mark, a testament to how much she liked him to the core.

He won’t notice it, right?

His expression seems vacant, probably not; depending on the angle, one focuses on different things, this slight wet trace is visible from her side, he, looking at the front of the painting, probably won’t notice.

Lin Xiaosu’s gaze focused, it was on the upper part of the painting, thankfully not on that embarrassing detail.

Miao Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaosu’s eyes lit up slightly, a sign of a discovery, and Miao Ruolan’s heart raced once again...

Lin Xiaosu said, "There’s indeed a secret!"

It’s over, he’s found out...

Miao Ruolan felt so embarrassed she almost wanted to crawl under the bed.

But Lin Xiaosu’s next words were, "This is a map!"

"A map?" Miao Ruolan was surprised, what does a lipstick mark have to do with a map?

"Look!" Lin Xiaosu said, "The painting is called ’Window’, so let’s focus on what’s outside the window. What’s there? Roads! There are some lines on it that seem abstract, but if we ignore the surrounding vehicles and pedestrians and just look at these lines, they are very similar to the mountains and rivers on a map."

"A map of where?"

Lin Xiaosu slowly looked up: "Combining the orientation of the mountains and rivers, it should be Kunlun Mountain."

"This... What does it mean?" Miao Ruolan didn’t understand.

"I don’t know what she meant by it yet."

"Why don’t you just call her and find out?" Miao Ruolan said.

"If things are as I expect, the call probably won’t go through. She’s gone to the Northwest, and maybe it’s to Kunlun..." Lin Xiaosu said.

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