After obtaining the painting from Charlie, most of Xiao Mo's time was spent pondering it. She thought there might be hidden text or a map on it, so she employed various methods, such as exposing it to an ultraviolet lamp, using special smoke, and even cutting a small piece to soak it. After fiddling with it all day, she found no suspicious clues.
Could it really just be a painting? A simple, ordinary painting—impossible. The terrified expression on Charlie's face before he died clearly indicated there was something wrong with it.
"Beep beep..."
The computer emitted an email notification sound. A few days ago, she had paid someone to investigate that villa of Leng Xiao's in S City. When a house is bought, the real estate office would have the owner's registration details. This contact was communicating with her through email.
