Yuan Fenqi said: "I am going to fly to Japan and stay in Japan for a while. I will come back when the incident is over."

Zhang Yang went there for more than half an hour before he came back. Gu Yangyang was a little impatient. As soon as Zhang Yang came to her, she couldn't help but complain, "Why have you been there for so long?"

Zhang Yang said: "I chatted with Yuan Fenqi for a few words. He was so nagging, and he was so nagging with me from all over the world."

Gu Yangyang always believed what Zhang Yang said unconditionally. Zhang Yang first took her to the hotel, and then called Yu Qianghua. Through Yu Qianghua, he confirmed that the person who fell to death in the ancient tower of Chaoyun Mountain was indeed Andyon.

That night, Zhang Yang came to the hotel where Qishan was staying. Qishan wanted to invite him to have dinner together, but Zhang Yang said something was wrong and came directly to his room at 8 o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Yang sat down on the sofa in the living room, looked around the place where Qishan lived, and sighed: "It's good to have money. You can live in the presidential suite and you don't frown."

Qishan said: "I am a person who doesn't care much about food and accommodation. The reason I chose this place is because I like quietness and don't like being disturbed by others."

Zhang Yang said: "I'm a little unpopular, so I'm a little unpopular."

Qishan said: "Just kidding, I'm turning down other social engagements, just to wait for you Secretary Zhang, a VIP." Qishan handed Zhang Yang a glass of red wine.

Zhang Yang took the red wine and took a sip and said, "What's wrong with you when you come to Beijing this time?"

Qishan smiled and said, "You won't be interested in business matters and business secrets."

Zhang Yang said: "A murder occurred in the Painter Village last night. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Qishan was slightly stunned. I wonder why Zhang Yang suddenly mentioned this matter. He immediately became alert and smiled and said, "The capital is so big, this kind of thing happens every day. I am a businessman and not a policeman, so I have no interest in these things."

Zhang Yang said: "It was Andean who died. You should know him. The one who donated a lot of money to Qiuxia Temple."

Qishan said: "Of course I know that Andyon is the leader of Taiwan's Xinyi Society, so he naturally has many enemies." Qishan's expression was calm.

Zhang Yang said: "From you see, who hates him so much?"

Qi Shan smiled indifferently and said, "To be honest, Andyon is not familiar with me, and his life and death do not mean much to me." He stared at Zhang Yang's eyes: "Don't you think I'm related to this matter, right?"

Zhang Yang still has a good understanding of Qishan and knows that the background of Qishan is very complicated. Looking at the years, the relationship between him and Qishan has been both enemies and friends, and they have a relationship of mutual appreciation but also guarding against each other. From the beginning, Qishan was unwilling to be enemies with him. At the beginning, his younger brother Qi Feng opposed him repeatedly, and Qishan wisely chose to give in.

Zhang Yang did not answer Qishan's question and whispered: "According to the police, this incident is likely to be a revenge killing in the world."

Qishan nodded and said, "Although I have always been skeptical about the police's ability to handle cases, this time it still sounds a bit reliable. Andyn Deyuan was born in a gangster, and not to mention his own enemies, there are countless enemies of his family alone. I remember the bloody incident at the An Lao birthday party a few years ago. Many people died in the An family that time. Later, the power of the An family was directly handed over to his grandson Andaven, which caused another bloody storm in Hong Kong because of this incident. "

Zhang Yang was the one who experienced the bloody incident himself. He whispered: "That thing was done by Andheng, the fifth brother of the An family."

Qishan said: "An Deheng mysteriously disappeared after Andaven took power. The outside world said he was dead, but no one saw his body with his own eyes." He turned to Zhang Yang and said: "You said that if this person was still alive, would he have to eradicate the An family to calm down the hatred in his heart?"

Zhang Yang slowly put down the wine glass, then took out the avatar painted by Yuan Fenqi and placed it on the coffee table.

Qishan's eyes fell on the portrait, and his heart skipped a beat. He thought that this thing was foolproof, but he didn't expect that it was still a secret. The portrait Zhang Yang took out was clearly Pang Qingshan. The portrait was painted vividly. You can tell at a glance that it was definitely everyone's work. Qishan still has some appreciation of art. He almost thought through the reason in an instant. Pang Qingshan must have been seen when he was acting last night, and that person was a painting master who firmly remembered Pang Qingshan's appearance and drew his avatar.

Qishan picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully. If he said that he did not know the person in the portrait, he was inferior. Qishan knew Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang always valued loyalty and feelings. Even if they were not a friend who was loyal, he had helped him many times, and Zhang Yang would not be heartless to him. He should have guessed something, but it seems that there is no definite evidence yet. Even if he has evidence, there is something that Qishan can conclude that Zhang Yang did not tell the police what he knew, otherwise the police would be sitting opposite him now.

Qishan said: "Isn't this Lao Pang? It's painted so much, it's so eye-catching. Where did you get this portrait?"

Zhang Yang looked at Qishan with a smile. Although they had known each other for a long time, Zhang Yang still admired Qishan's calmness. Under this situation, he did not show any panic. With Zhang Daguanren's realm, he could not hear any changes in his heartbeat and breathing. This proves that Qishan's mentality was super-satisfactory. Zhang Yang said: "Painter Village!" is the truth, but Zhang Yang could not tell him who the person who painted was.

Qishan said: "It's so good." He took the portrait and admired it very seriously.

Zhang Yang said: "It is difficult to draw bones when painting tigers and skins. The most rare thing about this painting is that it not only draws the appearance very similar, but also accurately grasps the expression."

Qishan smiled and said, "It seems that you only went to Lao Pang's place with me for a meal, so that you can remember him so clearly?" But he understood in his heart that the next sentence of Zhang Yang's words was that people knew each other but not their hearts. Zhang Yang should have speculated that he had a direct relationship with Andeyuan's death, so he came to visit.

Zhang Yang said meaningfully: "Some people, as long as they take a look, I know what they are thinking and what they have done."

Qishan nodded, looked at Zhang Yang's eyes without fear and said, "Then look at me and tell me what I am thinking now?"

Zhang Yang said: "You are wondering, where did I get this avatar?"

Qishan smiled and nodded.

Zhang Yang said again: "The portrait has just been completed. Someone saw Pang Qingshan in the Painter Village last night, so he painted his appearance."

Qishan said: "This doesn't seem to be a good thing for Lao Pang."

Zhang Yang said: "It's not a good thing to you, after all, Lao Pang is your friend."

Qishan said: "It's a long time since I saw him."

Zhang Yang said: "I am in the capital, you said you have never met before. Do you think I will believe it?"

Qishan said: "Can you ask you a question?"

Zhang Yang nodded.

Qishan said: "In this world, do you believe in axioms or justice? Do you believe that evil cannot overcome justice? Do you believe that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil?"

Zhang Yang said: "I believe in myself!"

Qishan shouted: "So am I!"

The two of them looked at each other, and they both tried to see through each other's hearts.

Zhang Yang said: "I have principles!"

Qishan said: "Everyone has principles. When your relatives are hurt, when your friends are threatened, when your interests are violated, what will you do? Should you just sit there and wait, wait for the cycle of heaven, and wait for God to retribution for the evil people? Or should you fight back and use your own hands to fight back against your opponent and enemies?"

Zhang Yang said: "Don't forget that there is still law!"

Qishan said: "I have long since no one believes in these things. Since ancient times, anyone and any class have only served for a specific group. The interests they want to protect must be closely related to themselves. No one will sacrifice themselves to help others."

"You think people's hearts too sinister."

"That's the case, Zhang Yang, if I'm going to hurt your loved ones, are you going to call the police to protect them, or do you solve this problem in person."

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "No one in this world dares to do this!"

Qishan said: "Where is Gu Jiatong?"

Zhang Yang was heavily poked onto the weak point by Qishan. His face turned pale in an instant and his heart felt cramped.

Qishan did not deliberately sprinkle salt on Zhang Yang's wounds. He wanted to prove to Zhang Yang that when something really happened, the so-called fairness and justice still depend on himself to maintain it.

Qishan whispered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't mention this. I only have one younger brother. I swore in front of my parents that I would raise him and grow up, and that I would let him live a happy and stable life. I wanted him to have food and clothing, but I didn't do it, and I couldn't even protect him."

"That's because you took the wrong path from the beginning!"

Qishan said: "Yes, I took the wrong path, but it should be me who will pay the price for the mistake, not my brother. Whoever kills my younger brother will pay the price of bleeding!"

Zhang Yang said: "Did Qi Feng kill Qi Feng by the An family?"

Qishan did not answer Zhang Yang's question because he could not answer it. If he nodded, it was equivalent to admitting that Andyon's work was done by himself. If he shook his head, it seemed that there was no need.

Zhang Yang stood up and said, "I'm leaving. If you like this painting, keep it. Just treat it as a gift for us to get to know each other. It's a lonely book. There will be no second copy in this world."
Chapter completed!