C18 Does Your Brother Need a Sweeper in His Archives

When nothing had happened to Miss Mishima, there had been a red maple tree in the front yard. It wasn't a particularly expensive tree, but she had transplanted it from her hometown in Kyoto.

The tree had lived for ten years and three months.

She was gone.

But that wasn't important.

Black Blind hugged his knees as he lay on the tatami. His gaze moved from Jiang Tang's face to Wei Baiyu's face and then to the maple tree in the front yard. "The restorer and Liang Qi, he..."

After thinking for a while, he decided to shut his mouth.

Liang Qi's background was more complicated than Liang Su's, and the inner court of the tavern was the resting place of Manager Bai Mu. He would be able to find some small secrets if he searched like a needle in a haystack.

On the other hand, Wei Baiyu.

He kicked his red-brown leather shoes and spoke like a ruffian, "Can you look at the information of the ancient painter?"

Wei Baiyu pursed his lips and stared at him with his black and white eyes.

This pair of eyes made him feel like he was at a disadvantage. They were too bright and pure and didn't seem like they were from the temple in Fuan Lane.

He slammed the wooden table and threw Wei Jingyu's seal.

Then, he crossed his long legs and put his hand on Jiang Tang's thin shoulder. He smiled and said:

"Wei Jingyu was arranged to go to the archive some time ago. The higher-ups gave him something to prove his identity. If you want to investigate the group of restorers from the Hal Chamber of Commerce..."

"Alright, shut up." Blacky picked up his seal.

The seal was specially chosen with a gold-plated name card. The satin was decorated with golden lines of a Pixiu and a Taotie, and the four empty corners were stacked together to form a square.

It looked simple, but in reality, it had been carefully designed.

It was said that everyone's was different.

Black Blind clicked his tongue and said, "Does your brother still need a cleaner in his archive?" He did not have any special hobbies except for some clever gadgets.

Wei Baiyu, on the other hand, jumped up as if he had been stabbed.

He pulled Jiang Tang and ran out. The Black Blind Man seemed to have thought of something and rushed to the window to take a look.

A door opened on the left side of the red maple tree. Liang Qi was holding a candle and lantern as he stood there. His eyes, which were as dark as ink in the day, seemed to be shining with stars.

He looked at his position with twinkling eyes.

Hello, I'm blind. He greeted him politely.

Black Blind did not hear his voice. He lifted his cotton-wrapped leg and leaned against the frame of the mahogany window, leaning against the wall as if his skeleton had been removed.

"Do you know the restorer? I have a painting of a court lady with the surname Zhou from the Tang Dynasty."

Liang Qi smiled. "The painting of a court lady with the surname Zhou from the Xuan Prefecture?"

Blankly looking at the night wind blowing up the curtains and wrapping around Qing Niang, he took out a rusty smoke pot from who knows where and said: "It's Zhou Fang's flower burying painting."

Liang Qi glanced at the smoke pot that he was looking at the moon with.

It was a fashionable style from many years ago, imported from Russia. Before Wei Jingyu's identity was exposed, he had given it to the repairmen in charge of ancient paintings.

"Your tobacco pot is pretty good," he praised very seriously.

The black haired blind man closed his eyes and wiped his fingertips on the smoke pot, revealing the small words on the right side of the mouth. He smiled at Liang Xi and said, "I picked it up, guess who it belongs to."

Liang Qi ignored him.

He was just flipping through the records of the restorers.

Douge Street was previously leased to Russia by the government, so for a long time, this place was under the jurisdiction of Russia. The smuggling of murals was theft, and the Ministry of Industry was very strict about it.

Therefore, not long after Miss Mishima opened her shop, she was controlled by the Chamber of Commerce.

Liang Qi grinned, "Do you know the city's secretary-general, Wei Jingyu?"

Of course, he was blind... He hid Wei Jingyu's seal in the inner layer of his clothes and looked at Liang Qi with sincerity and innocence. "Wei Baiyu is only one word away from him."

Is that true? Liang Qi retracted his gaze.

Even more fake than Wei Jingyu. These people...