Chapter 290 Game

The wing room was not big, and Qin Jian was completely shocked when he saw it.

No painting!

Where did the painting go?

How could it be, did they hide the painting? Qin Jian analyzed it quickly in his mind.

No, it was impossible. It was obvious that there was something wrong with the painting. Not to mention touching it, even if he looked at it a few more times, he didn't know what big trouble would be caused.

They didn't dare.

Could it be that the painting was missing!

It disappeared after Chen Xiaomeng came to find him!

Otherwise, why didn't she let him go into the house to see it the second time?

It was because she was worried that he would find out that the painting was missing.

Now everything made sense.

This is a trap.

They didn't know how to divert the ghost's attention to him, and now he was the one being targeted by the ghost!

Damn it

But the few words they said

Qin Jian's ears moved, and there was a very fast sound of footsteps outside the door, rushing here. In a hurry, he saw a small gap in the back window, and immediately pushed it open and flipped out.

"Huh——" The fat man who pushed the door open let out a long breath, and then said in a bandit voice: "Brother, no one is here."

"We can't take it lightly." Jiang Cheng walked in with a heartless pace, and then sat down on the chair, "The old man Qin Jian is not so easy to fool."

"How is Lao Liu?"

"Don't worry, brother." The fat man laughed and said, "Sixth brother said everything is stable, but those few words may give the old man some clues, and Sixth brother is worried..."

"That can't be helped." Jiang Cheng took a sip of tea, and then smashed the teacup on the table with a "bang", which scared Qin Jian who was eavesdropping outside the wall.

"There is no absolute dead end in the mission. Even if the risk is transferred to the old man, according to the rules, he will be left with a glimmer of hope." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "It depends on whether he can grasp it."

"He can't grasp it. "The fat man chuckled as if in agreement, as disgusting as he could be.

"Seventh Brother, notify the others to work together tonight and try to divert the old man's attention." Jiang Cheng rubbed the teacup with one hand and sneered, "Let's see if the death of this old man can bring us new ideas."

"Brother is wise. "

Until everyone gathered together for dinner in the evening, Qin Jian's head was still "buzzing".

Not only did he not understand those few words, but the greater surprise was the information inadvertently revealed in the communication between Hao Shuai and the fat man--

Big Brother.

The fat man called Hao Shuai Big Brother.

Then the other party called him Old Seven.

I heard there was another one called Sixth Brother.

What's more terrifying is that after they mentioned Old Six, the man who called himself Hao Shuai also mentioned to notify others.

Now the question is, how many people are they coming?

Are the seven gourd brothers all here?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Qin Jian finally understood why Hao Shuai always looked fearless. It turned out that he brought more brothers.

When Qin Jian's eyes inadvertently swept across everyone at the table, everyone looked like Hao Shuai's brother, and no one was reliable.

"Mr. Qin." An Xuan suddenly said, "Why don't you eat?"

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted. Then he showed a more natural expression and said, "I'm not very hungry. You guys eat first. "

This An Xuan is also problematic. He is probably Hao Shuai's man.

Qin Jian was alert.

Otherwise, why would he ask himself such a simple question? It was inconsistent with his usual personality.

The teacher Liao Zhi who was picking up the dishes might also have problems. He was the only one at the table who never looked at him. Was he worried that he would find out something and be exposed?

I just don't know how he can rank.

No one can believe that my way out is only those few poems, only those few poems! While thinking, Qin Jian picked up the bowl and started to put rice into his mouth.

Xia Meng picked up a piece of pickled crisp cucumber, bit it off with a "click", and then chewed it slowly. Yu Guangzhong sighed at Qin Jian. This person is not stupid, but just met the wrong person.

"Dear doctors." The middle-aged woman who was waiting outside the pavilion said in a polite but cold tone: "It's getting dark. Please go back to your room and rest as soon as possible after dinner."

"Don't delay the lake cruise tonight." The middle-aged woman said: "I disturbed the interest of the young master. "

Yuqi looked at the middle-aged woman and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He must be thinking about what to call the woman. But as the woman looked at him, he still said with a stiff upper lip: "How are we going to cruise the lake tonight?"

"I mean in what way?" he added.

Looking into the eyes of a middle-aged woman seemed to be a very courageous thing. He only looked at her for a few times and had to look away.

"Choose a bride."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the middle-aged woman's answer.

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly smiled, her thin and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised exaggeratedly. The similar expression immediately reminded them of the paper mannequin last night.

Except for the pale face and makeup, everything else is very similar.

"The young master needs the doctors to choose a bride for him. "The middle-aged woman said in a sinister voice.

It was approaching midnight.

The cold wind from the lake blew on their bodies and faces like a knife. The thin costumes had almost no ability to keep out the cold, but no one dared to take them off.

Tang Shirou's example told them that this costume might represent their skin.

What was even more strange was that even if there was wind on the lake, it could not blow away the fog that had appeared at some point and was floating on the lake.

There is no moon tonight.

The lake shrouded in mist is like a ball of ink that cannot be blurred. Just staring at it gives people a very eerie feeling.

Qin Jian stood alone in a relatively remote location, about 3 meters away from everyone. His teacher Liao Zhi was standing behind him just now, but Qin Jian then walked away.

Master Liao Zhi frowned slightly.

They already understand the rules this time. According to Chen Qiang, who knows a lot about folk customs, this is a small pre-marriage game in remote areas of Hunan.

The general idea is to select some women with similar figures, dress them up as brides, and then put a hijab on them to mix in the real brides.

Finally, let the groom, who has had three glasses of wine, choose to see who is his sweetheart.

The only difference this time is that the scene is on a lake, and they need to row a boat to choose, but the basic rules are still the same.

"Is there any punishment for making the wrong choice?" Master Liao Zhi asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing."

After hearing what Chen Qiang said, everyone's expressions improved a little.

"That is, after the wedding banquet, the bride has to take off the groom's clothes with her own hands, and then give him a few blows with a broom in front of her parents, which means to drive away."

Before he could finish speaking, the fat man's face turned pale and he took off his clothes. That would lead to this.

Isn't it peeling?