Walking out of the screen and coming to the front hall of the calligraphy and painting shop, Yan Shuishui looked around again, but found nothing special.

She walked to the desk again, wanting to see if there was any possibility of finding traces of the other party creating these copybooks.

But no matter inkstone, brush, rice paper, ink ingot, or ruler, they are ordinary things.

Yan Shuishui could not see any clues, and sighed and found that there were a lot of torn waste paper thrown in the wastebasket under the desk.

She picked up one of the waste paper.

After opening it, I found that it was a small half of ink paintings, but it did not contain any rhyme. In terms of brushwork, the brushwork was not as good as the copybooks and ink paintings behind the screen. The level was obviously not on the same level.

"It seems that those copybooks and ink paintings may not be his works..."

Yan Shuishui came to this conclusion and picked up a few balls of paper from the wastebasket, intending to take it back for Master to help him see it, and perhaps he could see something different.

Just as she took away the pieces of paper and was about to put them away-

A dry, empty, stiff and a little awkward, sound suddenly sounded outside the door.

"lay down."

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Chapter completed!