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When I returned to Xiyan Pavilion, it was already afternoon. The sunlight had lost its earlier intensity and now lazily spread across the ground.
Zhou Fan did not accompany me back. In his own words, he said, "I’m going to find the second puzzle piece."
As he spoke, a determined light flickered in his eyes, as if that elusive piece was hidden in some corner, waiting for him to discover it.
Despite being located on the bustling and busy Fourth Ring Road, Xiyan Pavilion remained surprisingly quiet and desolate inside, forming a stark contrast to the clamor outside.
I entered the exhibition room carrying a tightly wrapped oil painting, my footsteps echoing clearly in the silent space.
A sharp-eyed sales associate quickly approached me with a bright smile, enthusiastically asking, "Sir, are you here to sell a painting?"
I shook my head and replied calmly, "I’m a detective for your boss, Employment. I’d like to see him."
The sales associate nodded slightly and said, "Please wait a moment."
She then hurried to the side and picked up the phone to inquire about my visit.
After making the call, the sales associate led me upstairs to the door of the Chairman's Office. I raised my hand and knocked on the door with steady and polite movements.
"Come in," came Wang Anyi's steady and powerful voice from inside.
I pushed the door open and walked in, finding Wang Anyi seated at his desk, focused intently on a document as the sound of his pen scratching against the paper filled the room.
He lifted his head and saw the oil painting bag I was carrying, a look of mixed surprise and joy instantly spreading across his face. His eyes brightened, and he eagerly asked, "Did you find it?"
I smiled but did not answer immediately. Instead, I set down the painting and slowly began to unwrap the canvas.
In an instant, the scene of the American Western Country Church unfolded before Wang Anyi.
I keenly noticed that his expression darkened in a split second; the anticipation vanished, replaced by a hint of panic and confusion.
"What does this mean?" Wang Anyi said with remarkable calmness, his voice low and imbued with a powerful presence that seemed to convey his inner dissatisfaction and doubt.
"Are you really not interested in this oil painting worth one million?" I asked with a smile, my expression laced with curiosity as I tried to glean more from his reaction.
"What do you want? Just say it," he asked directly, his gaze fixed on me as if trying to see through my thoughts.
"The truth. Zhou Fan and I hope you can think carefully about this," I said seriously, my expression grave.
Upon hearing my words, the old man seemed to lose all his spirit in an instant; his momentum dissipated completely. He slumped into his chair, rubbing his nose with his right hand, falling into silence. The office was so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.
Half an hour later, Zhou Fan returned to Xiyan Pavilion as well, moving briskly with an air of fatigue about him.
When he entered the Chairman's Office, he had a stack of printed papers tucked under his arm, which swayed slightly with his movements.
Wang Anyi looked at Zhou Fan, who smiled back at him. There seemed to be a secret hidden within that smile, elusive and hard to decipher.
"I'm sorry, but there are some things I cannot tell you," Wang Anyi said with a hint of regret in his voice, laced with a touch of helplessness. "I can offer you double the agreed payment if you would just refrain from getting involved in this matter."
"Refrain from getting involved? And then find another detective who can kill?" Zhou Fan replied, feigning surprise. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his face displaying an exaggerated expression, yet his eyes were fixed intently on Wang Anyi, scrutinizing every reaction.
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