Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 372 The Disappearing Painting

The security chief introduced that he helped Duan Mingyuan a lot.

Thanks to this mystery fan's hobby, he always records some strange things that happen on the ship.

The removal of the portrait of Saint-Fields VI took place more than 20 years ago, before the head of security was assigned to the ship.

It stands to reason that someone like him who does not have Semitic ancestry should not be in charge of such an important job, but this is what happened.

Saintfield VI not only removed the paintings from his studio, but also made a series of major changes.

He fired nearly everyone on the Saintfield and, more importantly, executed his own great-grandson.

"He executed his great-grandson?"

Duan Mingyuan grasped the key point.

"It was said that there was a civil unrest, and some people felt that he had stayed in this position for too long and could not wait any longer."

The security chief also looked furtive.

He had kept these mysteries in his heart all these years. He knew very well that these were taboo topics. It seemed that the original intention of Saintfield VI to fire everyone on the ship was to eliminate all those who might know the truth.

"I 'accidentally' heard some gossip. Most of the crew members who were fired died. They were deployed to various places in the universe, where it was difficult to communicate with each other. However, they encountered accidents one after another."

And today, after meeting Brother Mingyuan, the security chief decided to tell it all.

Anyway, Saint Field VI is dead. After the new head of the family takes over, these old crew members will most likely be transferred from their posts for various reasons. As for whether they will encounter accidents like the previous batch of crew members, it is unknown.

Before leaving, he hoped to solve the doubts that had troubled him for many years.

Duan Mingyuan thought for a moment and concluded, "So twenty years ago, Saintfield VI's great-grandson planned a civil strife and wanted to murder him?"

"It was a perfect murder. They had already seized control of the Saintfield and even bribed the captain. But in the end, it failed for some bizarre reason."

When saying these words, the security chief felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

If Saintfield VI was still alive, he would never have dared to bring up the past even if he had the courage.

If the accident hadn't happened, no one would know how many more years this old man could have lasted.

When Saintfield VI was 120 years old, some people in his family thought that he would not live long and were ready to take over at any time. However, when Saintfield VI turned 170, those people who were "always ready" had all laid in their coffins.

Based on this consideration, the security chief had always thought that he might die in front of Saintfield VI.

"In the end, he got stuck at the stage of forcing the emperor to abdicate. The Saintfield family has always followed tradition. An heir who has not been recognized by the previous head of the family has no legitimacy. Even if he seizes the position of head of the family, he will be driven out soon. Therefore, he needs Saintfield VI to leave a will."

The security chief spoke eloquently about the scene, as if he had been there in person and witnessed the civil unrest.

"They have made sufficient preparations. They have used hypnosis, mind-stealing drugs, witchcraft, science, and mysticism. As long as it exists in this universe, they have brought in all of them."

At this point, the security chief frowned.

To this day, he cannot explain why a man who had the upper hand and was in firm control of the situation would suddenly fail.

"In short, after the civil rebellion failed, the great-grandson had a miserable end. His tongue was cut out, his eyes were gouged out, and he was tied to a cross for public display. He died a week later. His wife was so frightened after seeing this that she went crazy and died of illness not long after."

"The most critical step was skipped."

Duan Mingyuan said.

"I can only say that maybe Saint Fielder VI is really the son of destiny, that's why he can't die." The security chief shrugged.

He told his brother Mingyuan everything that happened afterwards. He could understand the reason for replacing the crew, after all, every crew member at that time might have participated in the civil strife. The only thing he couldn't understand was that Saintfield VI removed his own portrait from the studio.

Every head of the family is displayed here. It is a symbol of glory and will be remembered forever by the Semitic people.

Now, Saintfield VI is dead, and there are no portraits commemorating him.

Perhaps the next head of the family will pretend to hang his portrait back up after taking over.

"In fact, the success of that civil strife is full of mysteries. As far as I know, Saintfield VI doesn't trust anyone. He regards anyone who might get involved in the position of the head of the family as a competitor and is wary of them everywhere, even his own children. Saintfield is his ship, and everyone on it was carefully selected by him. It is hard for me to imagine how an outsider could seize control of this ship."

The head of security suddenly stopped and stood in front of a prominent wall. "This is where the portrait of Saint Field VI was originally located."

After the portrait was removed, no other paintings were placed here, and after the civil strife, Saintfield VI never set foot in the studio again.

He developed a dislike, even a fear, of the studio.

These were the anomalies he had always observed as head of security.

It was as if there was some terrible presence hidden in this studio, and Saintfield VI wanted to lock it inside forever.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't find out anything."

The head of security looked at the bare wall.

He turned the studio upside down under the order of the master, but could not find any clues that could answer his questions.

But come to think of it, even if there were any clues left behind, they would have probably been destroyed long ago.

"What about the painting? Was it destroyed, too?"

"From what I know, the owner of the house should have hidden the painting. For the Semitic people, burning their own portraits is unlucky. He is so careful about his life that he would not do that."

"So it's possible that the portrait that was removed is still on the ship."

The two of them confirmed each other's thoughts through their eyes, which was the only clue.

Perhaps all the secrets about the civil strife are hidden in that portrait.

"But you have to be prepared."

Even so, the head of security laughed and said, "If the owner of the house deliberately hid the portrait, it must be a very secret place."

"I've been prepared."

Duan Mingyuan looked at Jiu Yue.

The little fox was sitting on a chair with his back to them, gnawing on a chicken leg intently.

"September, it's your turn."

"Appearance?"

Jiu Yue showed a confused expression, as if she had not heard their conversation at all, "What are you doing?"

"Go find the picture, the portrait of Saint Fields VI."

(End of this chapter)