Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 374 Deductive Method

In any case, Duan Mingyuan believed that if the events in the secret room were to get out, it would probably have a further adverse impact on the reputation of the deceased Saintfield VI.

It seems to have become a stereotype that every powerful person has a little boy hidden in his closet.

If we must find some good news from this messy scene...

Duan Mingyuan felt that the scene in the secret room would not remind people of dirty pictures. It was more like a biological laboratory, like the place in the movies that was specifically used for inhuman experiments and finally cultivated Frankenstein or zombies.

Everyone fell silent at the same time. It was difficult for them to explain their feelings at the moment.

When you think there was a little boy hidden in the secret room of Saintfield VI, and it turns out that the little boy was actually found there, what else can they say?
"Oil painting, found it."

September quickly got used to the little boy in the petri dish and walked straight to the oil painting covered with a layer of dust that was placed on the ground in the corner of the secret room.

As a big villain on the blue planet, how could she be scared by a little boy in a petri dish?

The painting shows the majestic expression of Saint Field VI, but apart from the dust, there are many discordant things.

The painting was wrinkled, as if someone had angrily tried to tear it off, but then suddenly realized that doing so was inappropriate and stopped in a hurry.

It can be seen that Saintfield VI was very afraid of this painting. Not only was it placed in the corner of the secret room, but it was also facing away from the entrance. This ensured that even if Saintfield VI had to enter the secret room, he would not see his face in the portrait at a glance.

"for you."

Jiu Yue handed the heavy painting to Duan Mingyuan, and then praised herself, "Well done, Jiu Yue, I'll reward you with a big chicken drumstick!"

In order to maintain her figure, Jiu Yue limited herself to three chicken legs per night, but she did something big today, so eating one more chicken leg should not be too much.

Duan Mingyuan studied the painting carefully. The image of Saint Field VI was lifelike, but that was all.

There was no strange energy, no curse cast on it, and the people in the scroll would not suddenly come to life like in a horror movie and viciously strangle him with their hands.

Therefore, in Duan Mingyuan's opinion, there is nothing to be afraid of in this painting.

“Maybe if you put it in the right place, it will have a reaction.”

The security chief was staring at the painting, unaware of his own smile. In such an atmosphere, his smile could only be described as weird.

If this character were put in Jiu Yue's favorite ghost movie, Duan Mingyuan would silently mark him because he might have been possessed by a ghost.

However, his reminder was clear enough.

After Saint-Father VI took down the painting, he threw it into the corner of the secret room. He seemed to be more afraid that the painting would appear on the wall of the studio.

"Let's go."

Duan Mingyuan said to others.

For the purpose of solving the case, he took the painting away first, and as for the little boy in the secret room, he pretended that he had never seen him.

As the saying goes, once dead, one is dead. Even if you find out the identity and cause of death of the little boy, you can't put Saintfield VI, who is already dead, on trial.

Another quarter of an hour later, they returned to the door of the studio.

At this time, the Saintfield was even quieter. Only dim lights were left along the way, and no servants were seen along the way.

After learning of the master's death, the security personnel simply gave up their jobs. Anyway, they would be fired soon, so they could enjoy the luxurious entertainment on the ship before the new master took office.

It's still the sad fact that it seems that only Duan Mingyuan and a few others care about the death of Saint Field VI.

Others including his relatives had a great evening as did the security personnel on board.

The head of security seemed a little impatient.

He was the first to enter the studio and walked straight to the place where the portrait had originally been, as if he was afraid that they would not be able to find a place to put the painting. Then, the painting of Saintfield VI was returned to its original place.

"finally!"

The security chief sighed.

Duan Mingyuan had also made preparations early on. Even if the other party suddenly revealed the secret that he was the illegitimate son of Saintfield VI, he would not be too surprised.

But the security chief said nothing.

He simply stopped to admire the painting on the wall, treating the work of art with dignity.

He stared at King Saintfield VI in the painting for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he took a step forward.

The walls and the picture frame did not stop him. He just walked straight into the frame and disappeared into the unknown.

"So this is what Saintfield VI looked like when he was young."

Jiu Yue crossed her arms over her chest and commented on the painting, "He looks like a decent person."

“It’s not a compliment.”

"It's okay. I didn't mean to praise him anyway."

Just now, Jiu Yue finished eating the fourth chicken leg.

She had consumed more calories today, so she should work as an assistant and burn off some energy. "This painting looks like it was painted by someone when he was in his 30s."

She was not yet born when Saintfield VI was in his 30s, so they were not people of the same era.

Duan Mingyuan did not reply immediately. He observed Jiu Yue carefully for a long time.

He didn't know who had the problem between him and September. Just now, the security chief walked straight into the frame and disappeared without a trace in front of them, but September didn't mention it at all. Instead, he commented on the portrait of Saint Field VI.

Then, Duan Mingyuan noticed a detail.

September had not had a single direct conversation with the head of security since they boarded the Saintfield.

She was concentrating on eating the chicken leg, but after finishing the chicken leg, they didn't have any communication.

"September."

"Ok?"

"Did you notice anything strange?"

"some."

September nodded, "You seem to be talking to someone who doesn't exist."

At first he thought Mr. Mingyuan must have been possessed by an evil spirit, but soon he understood the secret.

Mr. Ming Yuan learned a lot about the Saintfield by talking to a non-existent person.

Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on September's face.

She had seen similar methods on TV shows, and answered with determination, "It's called deduction, right?"

They said on TV that it was a high-end skill that only the top detectives could master.

(End of this chapter)