Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!Chapter 532 The Left Hand?Right hand?

Ji Yunshu went to find Master Yu!

What happened just now caused him to lose his mind. A group of students had already been dismissed by him one after another. The house was only left by the Master after Moruo returned the letter.

The record book torn by Tang Si was messed up on the ground, messy!

No one cleaned up.

Ji Yunshu stood outside the door, did not go in there, saw Confucius sitting on the table, lowering his head, holding his forehead.

Gray hair and long white beard covered his front!

Presumably, it must be uncomfortable.

She raised her hand and tapped twice on the door frame.

There was no response for a long time.

She was also a resilient person, and continued to knock.

Then Master Yu slowly raised his head and looked sideways at the little scholar standing at the door.

"Mr. Ji, is there something else?"

That voice, the vicissitudes of power, and the indescribable sadness.

Ji Yunshu stepped forward, raised his hands and bowed.

Then he asked again, "I know now that Confucius is sad about Guo He's death, but despite this, he still wants to understand and understand, but it is not to poke Confucius' heart."

Confucius Yu also seemed to look away. "As long as you can find out who the murderer is, you can ask."

"Here I want to come to the Confucius to borrow a copy of Guo He's writing."

"What's the use?"

"Solve the confusion in your heart."

Since he had said so, Yu Fuzi no longer asked much. He stood up and entered the inner room. When he came out, he held the idiom written by Guo Heduo.

Zhao Jiyun Shu passed it.

"There are a few more, if you like it, I will give it to you."

"Not for the time being, just look down."

She opened the thick idiom, her eyes looked like a scanner, and quickly scanned it, even turning pages very fast. When she turned to a page, her movements stopped, and the corner of her mouth did not move up. Sensually hooked up, and then turned up again and stopped on one of the pages.

Repeatedly, the primary school turned over the idioms in his hand.

It seems to have a sudden sense of comfort.

"Thank you Master."

She returned the book.

But Confucius was so embarrassed!

Confused.

I thought, what kind of medicine does Mr. Ji sell in the gourd?If you want to investigate the case, you should check it carefully. If you want to study, you can go to the school, and some books are for her. Why, why not turn over an idiom that is too common?

He asked, "Is there anything related to Guo He in this article?"

She nodded, "Probably, I have talked about it, but there is one more thing I want to know next. The troubled master told me that I didn't know whether Guo He used his left hand to write before he was born or the right hand?"

Huh?

"Why ask this?"

"This matter is related to his death."

Upon hearing this, Yufuzi hurried back, "With his right hand."

"So, does he also write with his left hand, but the master doesn't know?"

"I have never seen him use his left hand. I should, and I will not. I watched him grow up. If he writes with his left hand, how can I not know?"

Mr. Ji, who has just left, will come back. Although it is for the case, but after reading Guo He's Xiwen, how did he ask this boring question?

Unpredictable!

However, she continued to ask, "So, can someone write with the left hand in the college?"

"No."

Certainly not!

The knot in Ji Yunshu's heart seemed to have an answer, and a slight smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth, but it was a bit mysterious and unrecognizable.

Yu Fuzi took a small step forward and asked, "Why did Mr. Ji suddenly ask about this?"

"Not suddenly!" she said, "but because this matter is related to Guo He's death, so, he was a bit stubborn, Wang Fuzi don't mind."

"But how can the difference between left-handed and right-handed writing be related to his death?"

She raised her clear but complex eyes, her delicate eyebrows gently crumpled down a few points, and said from her thin lips, "Because I think next, that letter seems to be the letter that Guo He left before his death. Actually, it was not him."

Uh!

Where did this word come from?

There was a pale look on Yu Fuzi's vicissitudes cheek, apparently shocked!

The lip under the white beard shuddered and questioned, "Isn't it what he wrote? But the handwriting is clearly his, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"Isn't it wrong?" She laughed at the bottom of her words. "Have the master heard three sentences, the mess is imaginary, and the rain is falling, but the landing is silent."

The general meaning is that the thin thread is mixed with the rain falling from the sky, but there is no patter when the rain falls on the ground. To put it bluntly, it is to confuse the audio-visual, and to speak more carefully, it is to say that it is fake. Escape the eyes of everyone.

Yu Fuzi's already frowned eyebrows tightened a bit, and Shen Yu asked, "Maybe just say it."

"I also asked the master to lend me the letter left by Guo He."

He took it out without hesitation!

Passed it.

Ji Yunshu opened it cautiously, and the lines above rushed into her eyes again.

——Teaching kindness has no return, the heart does not return to the dove nest, Wangfei returns to the original land, and expresses gratitude.

And her eyes fell tightly on one of the words above-back.

He said, "No matter how the person writing this letter imitates, it will eventually reveal flaws."

The light smile on the corner of her lips deepened.

Confucius Yu did not see the clues in this letter, but he was convinced that it was Guo He who left it.

"The letter is not abnormal. I have watched him write and write for more than ten years. It is impossible to admit mistakes. If someone writes a ghostwriting, who will be exactly like his handwriting?"

She did not rush to answer. She looked around the room, and finally fell on a painting hanging on the wall. She stepped closer, stood under the painting, and looked up.

"This is Zhang Zhizhang's "Bamboo Forest", and the authenticity is collected in the palace, and this pair, although it is a fake, but it has a little more real life, and a little bit of the cold and proud festival of bamboo in the authenticity, It’s even more lovable.” After she finished, her eyes fell on the lower end of the painting and saw a seal on the end of the painting. She couldn’t help but sigh, “The business man who can copy the world’s calligraphy and paintings People admire the picture of "The Hundred Birds and the Phoenix" and this picture of the "Bamboo Forest". Through his hands, there are almost no flaws and flaws, and they are very expressive."

She really admires Sazua, and the man's copying ability can be compared with modern photocopiers.

Even the photocopier is not as good as him. After all, if there is no ink, or if ink is leaking, the printed calligraphy and painting will be lacking, much more.

but--

For no reason, what does Shang Zhuo's painting do?

Can we bring the focus back?Now it's about Guo He's death.

However, it was precisely because of her words that this suddenly awakened Yu Fuzi's old-fashioned head.

He was surprised, "You said... is Sazua?"