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Chapter 65 The tentacle monster with constipation? [Can you hurry up, boss 6/11]

Fall in love with you and Kanshu.com, the number of people who survived this incident was 1 person

"Okay, don't be nervous. We just ask casually and make a record, and it will be fine in a while."

Sheriff Merck made his voice as friendly as possible, and he wanted to eliminate the fear of the Chinese man who was sheltered by Mr. Winslow.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Well, I'm a traveler." Chen Xuan swallowed and spoke slowly.

"Traveler?"

"It's the kind of people who go anywhere and run everywhere..."

"I understand, everyone is home, understand, everyone has a difficult time." Merck's eyes became gentle.

"It's not like that. I'm really here to find a bar, I..."

Chen Xuan was a little annoyed. Why didn't the sheriff listen to him and kept beating him?

Merck said softly and did not notice Chen Xuan's bad expression.

"Okay, Mr. Winslow is no longer holding you accountable. Everyone is making a living, and it is not easy for anyone. You can rest here and leave tomorrow morning."

"You can leave tomorrow morning?" Chen Xuan was surprised. Is this Winslow so powerful? It seems that Xiao Han has succeeded.

"Yes, this is fifty pounds, which Mr. Winslow asked me to hand over to you." Merck took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket. The banknotes were folded very flat by Merck with his hands. "Please take this money and go out to do some serious things. Someone will come to let you out tomorrow morning."

After taking the banknote that was almost approaching the brand new one, Chen Xuan nodded, lay on the cold table and fell asleep.

The picture turned to Xiao Han and Lemon, who were stunned at the back door at this moment.

“Where did we explore before?”

Xiao Han couldn't remember his previous experiences very well. After all, there were too many things that happened, and he couldn't accept it even if he changed his identity at once.

Lemon held the lemon seriously.

"We went to the bedroom and just planned to go to Winslow's studio and study, and the note came."

"Then let's go to the study room first."

Just as the two of them were about to leave, they heard a sound coming from afar, which was getting closer and closer to them.

Xiao Han looked suspiciously and found Xiang Lan walking towards them.

"Xiao Han, Lemon, we're meeting again."

"Oh, isn't this the God-Entertainment Taibao Xiang Lan? The leg is good." Lemon said sarcastically, "I remember you sprained your ankle before? Why are you running so fast now?"

"It's just a little injury, not to mention that I have always been good at running." Xiang Lan's face remained unchanged, and she still smiled.

"Run? I think I'm running away."

"Okay, stop making trouble." After soothing Lemon's mood, Xiao Han looked towards Xiang Lan, "Mr. Xiang Lan, have we agreed to meet at Elizabeth's house?"

"I was worried about your safety, so I didn't walk far away. After hearing the police car left, I walked back. Why is it okay?"

"How could it be the opponent of our detective Xiao Han? Listen to me, Xiao Han just said a few words and played the police. You didn't see the story Xiao Han made up last, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

"Just by chance, not worth mentioning."

Xiao Han really didn't want to hear Lemon's words. He was sarcastic and very real. He didn't understand what he was thinking.

"But it's a pity that Chen Xuan was taken away by these twelves and he won't be able to come out tomorrow morning. Forget the opportunity, let's go to the workshop to explore first."

The group took out the guy, lit the kerosene lamp, and walked into Winslow's house again. Winslow's workroom was on the second floor. Xiao Han and others walked through the familiar wooden stairs, walked through the corridor with paintings, and arrived at the door of the studio.

He lay carefully at the door, trying to hear the movement inside, but it disappointed Xiao Han. He could only hear the breathing of the few of them.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the door rubbing against the ground, the three of them entered Winslow's studio.

At this moment, they found that there was a person standing in the dead corner of the room, posing in strange positions and not moving.

"Hi! My friend, have a lemon for me!"

It was almost time to say that Lemon took out a lemon and threw it at a figure without hesitation.

Lemon was impartial and hit one of the people in the head, but several figures were still motionless. Lemon looked closely and found that these were four statues.

Xiang Lan still looked careless, walking towards one of the four statues, illuminating with a kerosene lamp while groping.

"This is a sculpture of four traditional ancient Greek athletes. Although the content of the work is unexpectedly normal, Winslow's artistic attainments can still be seen from the muscle texture of the sculpture. It seems that each of these four statues is worth about £400."

"My intuition thinks that these statues are the most important clues, and we should take them back and study them carefully." Xiao Han coughed a few times.

Because of the fifty pounds I just lost, Xiao Han only now felt that having a lot of money in his hands was the best choice.

"You want to rob it openly!" Lemon complained.

"Although that's the case, it would be really eye-catching if you want to move these big things back." Xiang Lan smiled, dispelling Xiao Han's idea.

"That's right, is it so rich to be an artist?"

Xiao Han talked to himself secretly, it seemed that he would still try to be an artist in the future, after all, as a detective, he would not suppress his body.

In addition, the three of them also noticed that there was an easel in the center of the room, with a sketch fixed on it, and paint buckets and brushes scattered around the easel, which seemed to be accidentally knocked down by someone in the midst of panic and panic.

Observe the sketch on the easel. This is an unfinished sketch. The author used a charcoal pen to draw a strange creature.

Using the flashlight, Xiao Han carefully observed the painting.

The creature was like David Jones with wings. He squatted on the toilet, as if thinking about something.

Compared to Winslow's other works, this painting appears ordinary and lacks novelty.

"Xiao Han, have you seen something?"

"This, this seems like a constipated tentacle monster?" Xiao Han thought for a long time before saying the exact word.

"Oh, I have to say, this is really curious." Xiang Lan smiled, "It seems that there is nothing left. Let's go downstairs and take a look."

"I always think something is wrong with this painting."

Xiao Han murmured to himself that in order to facilitate his future thinking, he decided to copy the painting with a pen and take it back to think.

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