Psychic

Jun Chengzong couldn't understand at all, he couldn't understand what this woman Zhen Xuelan was thinking.

Zhen Xuelan took Jun Chengzong out of the hotel and went to a rather high-end restaurant, which they called a late night snack.

In the restaurant, the dim, warm-toned lighting paired with elegant and soothing piano music casts a layer of eroticism on the people dining here.

At this time, most of the people still dining here are couples.

They whispered quietly, and the whole restaurant was filled with the smell of love, except for one couple of course.

After Jun Chengzong and Zhen Xuelan sat down, they didn't say anything for a long time. Zhen Xuelan just kept staring at Jun Chengzong, with a mysterious smile on her face that made Jun Chengzong uneasy.

"Don't you want to say something?" Zhen Xuelan elegantly placed her hands on the table in front of her, leaning forward slightly, looking at Jun Chengzong who looked very embarrassed, and said.

Say, say what?

Jun Chengzong frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I apologize to you for what she did in the exhibition hall before, and I hope you can forgive her."

Zhen Xuelan smiled slightly, waved her hand and said, "No, that matter is over. I embarrassed you once, you embarrassed me once, and we are even."

Jun Chengzong squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly he didn't quite understand what the woman in front of him was going to do.

However, this time, Zhen Xuelan spoke first to break the awkwardness between them.

"Is that girl your girlfriend?" Zhen Xuelan picked up the wine glass in front of her, took a sip, and asked Jun Chengzong.

"Ah?" Jun Chengzong obviously didn't expect Zhen Xuelan to ask this suddenly, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, I understood when I saw your expression." Zhen Xuelan put down the wine glass in her hand, with no wavering expression on her face.

After Zhen Xuelan put down her wine glass, she changed her posture and continued to stare directly at Jun Chengzong, asking: "Mr. Jun, I hope you can explain why you used false identity information to enter my auction house. ?”

really.

From the moment Jun Chengzong and Zhen Xuelan came out, he had been guessing why Zhen Xuelan came to see him since she had already found out his identity.

The crux is here,

Zhen Xuelan also couldn't figure out why Jun Chengzong and the others used false identities to sneak into her auction house.

This time, Jun Chengzong didn't know what to say.

Do you want to tell her the real situation?

Not very good, not to mention whether telling a layman these things would cause any panic. Even if it didn't cause panic, would she believe it?

However, if you don't tell her the truth, how can you explain this behavior?

There is simply no single behavior that can explain their previous behavior.

Two people stole other people's invitations and used other people's identities to sneak into an art exhibition with the purpose of final auction. There is no other explanation for this kind of thing.

In other words, at this time, Zhen Xuelan would ask Jun Chengzong to sit here and tell her that it was already open to the public, otherwise she would just call the police without saying anything else.

what to do?

Jun Chengzong fell into silence for a moment, still weighing what method to use to explain.

However, at this moment, Zhen Xuelan spoke first.

"Mr. Jun, you just need to tell the truth. I have investigated your information, so no matter what you say, I won't be too surprised."

kindness?

Jun Chengzong didn't expect Zhen Xuelan to say this at all. He looked up and saw that Zhen Xuelan had put away the smile on her face and turned into a serious face.

"I'm serious, I hope you can tell the truth." Zhen Xuelan said with a straight face, without any intention of joking.

In fact, Zhen Xuelan didn't find much, because Jun Chengzong's information had been kept confidential, and even Wang Guanlin couldn't find anything useful.

She only found Jun Chengzong's spiritual body reaction studio, and the following videos taken by some students when Jun Chengzong gave lectures at Jinhai University.

In fact, these things can already explain many problems.

Facing Zhen Xuelan like this, Jun Chengzong didn't say anything else. Instead, he sighed softly, as if he had made up his mind, and said: "You know what happened to the previous owner of the "The Barber" ?"

Zhen Xuelan frowned slightly when she heard Jun Chengzong say this.

Of course she knew that Huo Wenxing was her friend, and she also went to express condolences at Huo Wenxing's funeral. How could she not know?

Seeing Zhen Xuelan nodding, Jun Chengzong continued: "We suspect that the person who killed Huo Wenxing was not a living person, but an edge spirit, which is what you call a ghost."

Zhen Xuelan didn't speak, but it could be seen from her expression that she didn't particularly believe what Jun Chengzong said.

Jun Chengzong had already expected this outcome, so he continued: "We suspected that the edge spirit that killed Huo Wenxing and the others was attached to something around them, so we traced it all the way to your auction house. inside."

Zhen Xuelan nodded and muttered: "Then you pretended to be other people and sneaked into my exhibition hall, and walked around with that instrument, just to find the thing with... the edge spirit attached to it?"

Jun Chengzong was noncommittal on this point.

This time, it was Zhen Xuelan's turn to be silent.

Although she was prepared in advance, when these things were really put in front of her, Zhen Xuelan still found it difficult to accept them.

It is definitely not easy for anyone to have a person who has been immersed in materialist education for more than 20 years suddenly accept that there are ghosts in the world.

This kind of thing not only involves her auction house, but also her friends.

If there is really something wrong with this painting "The Barber", wouldn't it be equivalent to Zhen Xuelan indirectly pushing her friend's family into a pit of fire?

Zhen Xuelan took a deep breath, looked up at Jun Chengzong, and asked, "Are you sure there is really an edge spirit on that painting?"

Jun Chengzong nodded, showed Zhen Xuelan the string of dice on his wrist, and replied: "I can feel the very subtle breath of the mysterious spirit. I can clearly feel that in the painting "The Barber" There is definitely an edge spirit attached to it."

"However, it's not clear whether it was the fringe spirit who killed Huo Wenxing." Jun Chengzong said truthfully.

Zhen Xuelan reached out to touch the wine glass on the table in front of her, and thought of the question again: "Then if that painting is placed in my exhibition hall, will there be any problems?"

"If there is no one around, there shouldn't be any big problem..."

However, before Jun Chengzong finished speaking, Zhen Xuelan's cell phone suddenly rang.

Zhen Xuelan gave Jun Chengzong an apologetic expression and then picked up the phone.

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