The gallery is decorated in beautifully and European style, and looks elegant.

At this time, the smoke and fire were shaking, and the crowds outside were making noises everywhere.

But in fact, the fire has been almost controlled.

There are many wooden buildings in this area, and a lot of effort has been put into fire protection.

Concubine Li looked solemn and silently thanked the firefighters. Then she turned around and handed the scarf to Yang Yuying.

Miss Yang wiped her neck for some reason, and there were bruises and blood marks, which looked very scary.

Just as she took the scarf from Concubine Li's hand, Yang Yuying heard someone crying-"It's not me, I don't know what's going on!"

The two of them turned their heads together and saw that the security guard was staring at an aunt wearing cleaning clothes with anger on his face.

The aunt was in a state of dismay, her eyes were shed tears, her hair was burned in a mess, and her face was black.

However, no matter how she retorted, the security guard only looked angry and said loudly to JC who was rushing to the scene: "It's her, she's looking at her for more than a dozen eyes. Can there be fake?"

"That's right, Aunt Yu brought a jar into the conference room and said that she wanted to kill insects and sterilize them. She also asked everyone to go out. She took the spray head and sprayed it around for a long time. As soon as she came out, the conference room was burning."

"Although we haven't seen anything, it's definitely something that can be burned. When the investigation comes out, everyone will naturally know the cause of the fire. Aunt Yu, do you know how much the loss of our gallery is? Just wait and lose everything."

Aunt Yu's face was at a loss and her body trembled slightly, and she was already in a state of silence.

Yang Yuying rubbed her shoulders and raised her eyes to scan the surroundings.

Most of the large pieces are yellow with neutral colors, and this aunt is also a yellow name.

At least it means that it was not her setting fire. If it were her, it would have threatened Yang Yuying, and it must have been a red name.

Yang Yuying turned her head and at this time several painters were standing on the steps outside the gallery and talking.

She recognized that there were young writer Gu Yun and Gu Yun’s teacher Qin Guofang.

Just now, what she admired most in the gallery was their works, so she paid a little attention.

Although Gu Yun and Qin Guofang were just masters and apprentices, their behavior was a bit similar. At this time, their eyes were dim and they were a little decadent. They also seemed absent-minded when talking to the person in charge of the gallery.

This time, Gu Yun also participated in the exhibition, but unfortunately he was not rescued.

The Qin State was fine, but Gu Yun was a nerd and cared for every painting he drew as a child.

Especially the few paintings exhibited today are works by him when he went to field trips with his friends last year. Now the paintings have been destroyed, and even if he wants to paint them, he will not be able to draw the original things even if he has a different mood.

When he thought of it, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, and he couldn't even get up to deal with others.

It was a painter in his fifties next to him, rich in body and gold-rimmed glasses. Although he looked depressed, he still responded actively and did not give anyone a look.

In the face of the apology from the gallery head, he also comforted him quietly, saying that it was okay.

This man is also a well-known painter in China, named Tong Lang. He painted oil paintings and became famous for his delicate style. His paintings are very popular.

This art exhibition has a stunning debut with his new work, "The Night of That Night".

At the beginning of the year, Tong Lang lost his beloved wife, and his wife lost her life due to depression, and he was also heartbroken. The latest work "The Night of That Night" will also become his last work.

He has announced that he will never paint again.

It is said that his wife was his muse, and if he lost her, he would never be able to pick up his brush again.

Because of this, the painting was called for a high price of 40 million on the first day of its exhibition.

The price is dozens of times higher than his previous works.

Now the gallery is equivalent to embarrassing tens of millions of dollars. If there weren’t an insurance company, the gallery owner would have been angry to death.

Now Tong Lang has not pursued him, and the people around him praise him for being generous.

Concubine Li glanced at the man and said coldly: "When did his wife, who is in her fifties and died at the beginning of the year, get married? Judging from his outfit, he doesn't look like a widowed old man."

Anyone who has been living in the palace for many years is not a keen eye.

In her early years, Concubine Li was in the martial arts world and was trained in the palace. She looked at her and saw her with all her heart.

Not to mention anything else, this man is widowed, but he looks a little anxious, but he is sad and not hurt.

Yang Yuying saw the red name on Tong Lang's head.

She turned around and gave Concubine Li a wink. Concubine Li nodded, walked straight over, approached JC who was investigating and questioning, and whispered: "Please ask Mr. Tong Lang, we suspect that the reason for the fire this time is him."

Several police officers in charge of this matter: "..."

Lin Han and the camera brother: “…”

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Tong Lang was communicating with the staff of the gallery at this time, and glanced at the gallery from time to time. Before he could turn around, he heard Concubine Li shouting in her particularly moving voice: "Teacher Tong, it's not easy for Aunt Yu, don't let her take the blame for you, come and admit it yourself."

All the onlookers were stunned.

The gallery leader was even more surprised.

Tong Lang was shocked, turned to look at Concubine Li, with a wry smile on his face, and his expression was dark: "The little girl is really good at joking. You can't say this nonsense. Slandering others is a crime."

"Um."

Li Fei blinked and changed the topic, "You have a perfume smell. I'm not very familiar with these, but I just happened to smell this one, little daisy? It smells very good. I just wanted to give a perfume to our boss, so I went to try it out."

"I think this perfume is more suitable for girls in their twenties. Are you in your fifties this year?"

Tong Lang frowned: "What do you want to say!"

"I just want to say that you may not be suitable for being a role model." Concubine Li smiled.

The camera that fell to a farther place behind me felt like I was about to be unable to hold the camera.

Tong Lang was obviously very angry, but he was alert and had already swept the camera behind him.

He also felt familiar with Concubine Li.

I murmured in my heart, and I felt a little more kind: "Miss, it is not a good habit to slander others casually. I have to tell you about evidence. It is both absurd and outrageous for you to put the blame on me."

"Why should I go to the gallery? My paintings are also exhibited today. You may not know that my last painting is the one I cherish the most. To destroy it... I am the real loss."

Others should be.

"Teacher Tong really has no motivation. You can't say this nonsense."

"That's right, what does Teacher Tong burn his own paintings? No one can't get over money... Could it be, for insurance?"

"Although there is an insurance company, the compensation from the insurance company is far from worth of 'Night'."

The gallery head sighed, "The insurance company only has 10 million yuan, but Mr. Brown had said that if he wanted to buy this painting, he had a bid of 40 million yuan. If nothing unexpected happens, the deal has been reached."

Young painter Gu Yun suddenly spoke, "'Night' is like a magnificent illusion, it is the most soulful painting among all Teacher Tong's works. It is extremely beautiful and may be passed down for generations. Its destruction is the loss of the entire art world."

Most of the people watching in front of the gallery are interested in painting and understand the personalities of various masters in the art world.

Gu Yun is very young and is not as famous as those old painters in terms of qualifications, but his popularity is not low.

Everyone knows that he is a little cold and speaks directly, and he doesn't catch a cold about Teacher Tong.

Gu Yun even publicly said that Teacher Tong’s paintings are very good but his character is not good, so he is not someone to be friends with.

At this time, Gu Yun actually spoke for Tong Lang, and no one expected this.

Even Aunt Yu, who was accused of being the culprit at the beginning, looked panicked and didn't believe that Teacher Tong would do such a thing.

She worked in the gallery for more than a year, but others turned a blind eye to her. I am afraid she didn't even know her. Only Teacher Tong, who met yesterday, said a few words to her and chatted for a while.

Teacher Tong has a very easy-going personality and is a good person.

Tong Lang sighed: "I'm tired, this farce is annoying. Xiao Li, let's go."

As he said that, he was about to leave and said coldly to Concubine Li, "If it was me, please feel free to use evidence."

"Try evidence?"

Concubine Li smiled and said, "That's the policeman's business. Although surveillance may be useless, it may not be easy to find evidence."

Before Tong Lang could leave impatiently, Concubine Li looked back at Yang Yuying and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Yang Yuying squeezed in from outside, held a painting board in her hand, and placed it on the open space.

Tong Lang paused and his expression changed suddenly.

The others were confused: "What is this?"

The drawing board is a twisted picture with dazzling colors and a very impactful feeling.

Gu Yun and Qin Guofang, and two other painters, one middle-aged man and the other old man, stopped together and turned to look here.

Qin State Fang smiled and said, "It's interesting."

Gu Yun blinked: "This is a corner of 'Night'."

Tong Lang took a step back, then took a deep breath, walked over and reached out to tear off the canvas.

Concubine Li inadvertently reached out and pointed his waist and abdomen. With just a moment, Tong Lang groaned, sweating in pain, and his whole body was weak.

Yang Yuying smiled and said, "What to tear it? You tear it once, I can draw it again, it's useless if you tear it a hundred times."

Tong Lang took a deep breath and barely calmed down: "Don't imitate my paintings casually, they imitate them so badly, not at all."
To be continued...