The best perspective expert

Chapter 234
The inkstone is simple and clean, oval in shape, like a large cobblestone slice. It is the Duan inkstone of the four famous inkstones, carved from Duanshi.The bottom is smoothed, and most of the front is dug into an ink pool, leaving only a small part to outline a clump of orchid grass with shallow carving techniques, which looks particularly elegant.

This inkstone is inconspicuous, but it left a very deep impression on Han Zhenyang. At first, he used this inkstone to grind ink for Mr. Xue, and then he learned the original technique of cracking brushes created by Xue.

Not only that, but this inkstone is also a valuable antique. It contains a thick ink-colored aura, like a ball of ink surging inside. The ink in the water is very flavorful.

He said at that time that this inkstone is the most tasteful piece in Mr. Xue's collection.It's just that after a few months, Mr. Xue had an accident, and this Duan inkstone fell into the hands of someone like Li Deshou.

Therefore, Han Zhenyang was extremely angry, and his gaze also became serious. He stared at Li Deshou firmly, suppressing the anger in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you come from?"

"Shut, it's none of your business?" Li Deshou wanted to call the police to scare Han Zhenyang, but when he saw Han Zhenyang's indifference, he panicked, and Han Zhenyang asked him about the origin of the inkstone, making him even more rookie.

"Don't tell me, right?" Han Zhenyang grinned, showing a cruel smile, handed the inkstone to Wang Xiaoyao who was beside him, grabbed Li Deshou's baseball bat and weighed it lightly, then slammed it down, and with a "poof", it fell directly on the ground. On the soles of Li Deshou's feet, he rushed up and covered Li Deshou's mouth, blocking Li Deshou's screams.

"puff--"

"Snapped--"

"Crack-"

Han Zhenyang looked like a tiger, swinging a baseball bat made of solid wood and smashing Li Deshou's head and face. After three blows, the baseball bat couldn't bear his huge strength and broke with a click.Li Deshou, who was hit three times, twitched from the pain and almost fainted.

But Han Zhenyang still refused to give up, grabbed Li Deshou's head and slammed it against the wall. The huge impact shook the whole small building, until Wang Xiaoyao rushed over and grabbed him, "You are crazy, will kill him."

"You deserve it!" Han Zhenyang threw Li Deshou to the ground, clenched his fists hard, his knuckles made a sound like roasted beans, and punched Li Deshou's stomach again, but it made Li Deshou go from convulsions to Waking up from a coma.

The sober Li Deshou opened his mouth and shouted, but he was slapped again without shouting, the firm slap sent his shouting back into his stomach.Only at this time did Li Deshou realize that the young man in front of him was a ruthless character, and he gritted his teeth tightly, fearing that if he shouted out loud, he would be killed.

Seeing that Li Deshou was honest, Han Zhenyang asked coldly, "Where did the inkstone come from?"

"Xue, old man Xue's house..."

"Steal it?"

"No, no, no, I took it," Li Deshou replied tremblingly.

Han Zhenyang laughed out of breath, "Take it?" He raised his fist again as he spoke.

"Don't hit me, I said, I said, I stole it, stole it," Li Deshou saw that Han Zhenyang had a disagreement and was about to strike, and hurriedly confessed honestly.

"When?"

"last night……"

"What time?"

"Around three o'clock in the middle of the night."

Li Deshou endured the pain and honestly explained what happened. According to him, he woke up in the middle of the night last night and saw that the lights in Mr. Xue's house were on, but he couldn't see anyone walking around. He felt something was wrong, so he went for a walk I went to look around and saw that the door was ajar but no one was there, and I saw some antiques piled up in the room, so I was greedy, so I quietly stole some back.

After I came back, I felt guilty all the time. I waited until about five o'clock and went to look around again. Seeing that Mr. Xue was still not at home, I took the initiative to report to the police that Mr. Xue was missing. I wanted to avoid the suspicion of the police. In fact, the police did not suspect him much. .

After hearing Li Deshou's explanation, Han Zhenyang sneered, "You mean, something happened to Mr. Xue around three o'clock last night?"

"Yes, it is."

"Some of the things in the room are missing, but you still have so much left?" Han Zhenyang raised his hand and slapped him, "Be honest, did you and the robbers collude and murder Mr. Xue?"

"No, I really don't know any robbers," Li Deshou cried out hastily.

"Then let me ask you, how did you get this cigarette?" Han Zhenyang tore open Li Deshou's pocket, and shook out the remaining half box of Gutian Seven Wolves.

"Here, this was given to me by a tenant."

"What kind of tenant?"

"Male, in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, a bit dark, with a southern accent," Li Deshou stammered.

"Where are you now?"

"Moved away."

"Moved away?" Han Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slowly, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, then stared at Li Deshou and said coldly: "Do you know what happens when you lie to me?"

Li Deshou was already terrified when he thought of Han Zhenyang's crazy energy just now, and cried and shouted: "I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you, he lives in the room on the east side downstairs, and moved out a few days ago." , leave me two of these cigarettes when you leave."

"That is to say, you are the only one who has this cigarette in Xiaowangzhuang, right?"

"Yes, yes," Li Deshou thought for a while, then nodded. He felt that this question should be fine.

Han Zhenyang smiled, and suddenly became violent, and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand directly on Li Deshou's neck. Lao Wang, who had just been sucked by the sparks on the cigarette butt, even made a slight sizzling sound when he pressed it on Li Deshou's neck , the hot Li Deshou groaned, twisted and struggled vigorously until the cigarette butt was wrung out.

"You, what do you want to know?" Li Deshou was startled and frightened, curled up in the corner and looked at Han Zhenyang in horror. He was really afraid of the young man in front of him who didn't follow the rules.

"I just don't want to be fooled by you like a fool," Han Zhenyang sneered, and slapped his backhand again, "Before you were outside, you told me that the last time you saw Mr. Xue was three or four days ago, so who was it yesterday afternoon? Went to Mr. Xue's house to smoke?"

"You, how do you know?" Li Deshou suddenly shuddered.

"If you want people not to know, unless you do nothing yourself, don't you even understand this truth?" Han Zhenyang stared into Li Deshou's eyes and said coldly: "Do you still want me to do it?"

"I, I..." Li Deshou was terrified by Han Zhenyang's cold eyes. When he saw Han Zhenyang's tightly clenched fists, he couldn't hold it anymore, collapsed instantly, and wept bitterly about what happened yesterday afternoon. After telling it again.

Han Zhenyang kept watching Li Deshou's eyes, and after listening to it, he was silent for a moment, "You mean, when he went to Mr. Xue's house yesterday afternoon, he had a guest? It happened that the two of them were quarreling? When you left, Mr. Xue gave you a gift A painting?"

(End of this chapter)