Our mobile phones and computers did not record evidence. If the theater asks us, we have nothing to say. It seems that there is something wrong with our brains.

We were running around in the cinema and behaved strangely. If we stayed there, the security guard would come and invite us out.

After walking out of the theater, Chen Qinghan clicked on his phone and booked tickets for the midnight event tomorrow.

"Let's come tomorrow? Let's disguise yourself?" If we appear in the same theater for three consecutive days and act strangely, it would be too eye-catching.

"No, let the buns and the wind come tomorrow."

"Sure, let's go back and see if they have gained something today."

We were both in the cinema for a day, and Baozi took the new generation of tracking master named Shi Zhi to run outside for a day.

When we returned to the office, the buns were having dinner, and were still staring at the ancient paintings while we were still watching them, but we didn’t see anyone else.

"What's wrong, no progress?" I walked into the office and first looked at whether the ancient painting was there. I was in a good mood when I saw that it had not disappeared.

"Yes, sister, I just came back for ten minutes, and I was so tired today!" Baozi is now an adult who can stand alone, but as long as he sees me and Chen Qinghan, he will become a spoiled baby in seconds.

"Then you two go to leisure and entertainment tomorrow, Lao Chen bought all the tickets." I walked to the ancient painting to see if it had changed.

"Okay! I've been glaring at my eyes for a day, and I'm almost cataracts. I have to rest." Shunfeng applauded. He moved the chair next to Gu Hua, and really guarded him, staring at the painting to prevent it from running away.

Chen Qinghan sent the ticket purchase code to Shunfeng and asked them to go to the cinema to collect tickets by themselves tomorrow.

"Brother, sister, you guys see this!" Baozi put down his chopsticks, took out a cloth bag from his pocket and put it on his desk.

"What?" I asked.

"Today's harvest." Baozi said proudly.

I opened the cloth bag and it was a brush inside.

"Tell me." Chen Qinghan sat at the wind's desk.

There are only two desks in the room, one for Shunfeng and Baozi each. The two tables are arranged side by side, so four people can actually sit, but now the buns are cleaned up so that they only look like two people are working.

There is no computer on the desk, no landline phone, only a file box.

We never put important things on the table. The most common purpose of this table is to eat and be used as a dining table.

The dinner of the buns was very rich, even a little too rich. I saw that everything I had was double portions, and the food box occupied two-thirds of the space on the table.

"Shi Cai and I collected clues from Master Ma's house. Shi Cai is truly a master of a master. With such a little clue, we tracked down what we were looking for...thing!" Baozi looked at the brush when he said something.

"You mean, this is the person in the painting we are looking for?" I asked with a finger on the brush.

"Yeah!" Baozi nodded vigorously.

"No, is it? Brush essence?" I looked closely at the brush on the table. It was really ordinary, with a bamboo pole hair, but the tip of the pen was dyed red, as if it had been stained with red pigment.

"We followed the clues and chased to the junction of the two provinces before we caught up. It really went north."

"When you catch up with it, it's like this?" I can't imagine a brush running hard.

"No, it looks like Master Ma. Fortunately, it doesn't know how to take the train, otherwise we might not be able to catch up with it."

"How does it appear?" I asked.

"Oh, it's history. He chased after him and beat the fake master up, and it turned back into a brush."

"That's it?" I couldn't believe it.
Chapter completed!