The words "Gui Jun Tu" instantly brought everyone's thoughts back to the Su mansion, to the painting in the study.

"Mrs. Su mentioned that late at night, Mr. Su heard the sound of horses' hooves." Ding Zhenzong's gaze shifted strangely among everyone, his voice muffled as if wrapped in cotton.

A study filled with horse paintings, Mr. Su's bizarre behavior, the sound of horses' hooves late at night, the disguised Japanese, and this *Gui Jun Tu*... all of this was like a massive vortex, waiting to swallow everyone whole.

After a moment, Yuan Shanyuan slowly said, "That Mr. Su's surname isn't Su, and that Mrs. Su is also Japanese, and she's in league with the Japanese in this house."

Hearing this, Fatty's brow furrowed. He didn't understand how the old gentleman could tell.

Mrs. Su spoke very fluent Chinese, with a thick regional accent, and he remembered seeing a sign with the characters "Su Mansion" hanging outside the house.

"Mr. Yuan is right," Lin Qianqian said, her previous coquettish manner gone, replaced by a serious expression. "Mrs. Su has calluses on the web between her thumb and forefinger of her right hand, as well as on the middle joint of her index finger. Would a rich woman of her status usually do such rough work?"

He Ping, who had been a bodyguard in war-torn areas, nodded upon hearing this, his voice low and hoarse. "Calluses on the web between the thumb and forefinger, and on the sides of the index finger, are marks left by holding a gun for a long time."

After speaking, He Ping held out his hand, palm up, for everyone to see. His palm was very rough, with a thin layer of light yellow calluses on the web between his thumb and forefinger, and on the sides of his index finger.

"Judging from the current situation, this Mr. Su is being protected by the Japanese, and that's why he's hiding here under an assumed name. As for why..." Li Shanru crossed her arms and sneered, "We'll have to see what guilty conscience he has, that would scare him like this."

The tricky part was that they couldn't get any more useful clues from the Su mansion. The Japanese woman disguised as Mrs. Su was clearly wary of them and unwilling to tell the truth.

There was no better option at the moment. Someone suggested that everyone split up to look for clues while it was still light.

"The most important thing now is to confirm Mr. Su's real identity." As Luo Tianhe spoke, he looked at Jiang Cheng and said in a calm tone, "Little brother Jiang, we'll have to trouble you with this."

Hearing this, everyone's attention focused on Jiang Cheng, who didn't hide anything. He simply pulled out a bit of the painting he had secretly stashed in his clothes, then quickly stuffed it back in.

Seeing this, Yao Shunyu grinned, his triangular eyes narrowed, and said in a strange tone, "I didn't expect you to have such skills. Not bad, huh? Is this how you make a living?"

Jiang Cheng ignored him and explained in a serious tone, "Someone with this level of painting skills wouldn't be an unknown figure. As long as we find a shop that mounts and sells paintings, we should be able to find out."

"We also need a team to go to the police station." Luo Tianhe shifted his gaze away from Jiang Cheng and looked at the others. "I think just hearing the sound of horses' hooves wouldn't make that Mr. Su and the Japanese so nervous. There must have been something else happening that we don't know about yet, like someone disappearing, or... dying in a very strange way."

"You make it sound so easy. You say investigate, and we investigate? Is the police station run by your family?" Li Shanru retorted mercilessly. First, Luo Tianhe's suggestion was problematic in terms of feasibility, and second, and most importantly, Li Shanru didn't like his attitude at all.

The mission had just begun, and he was already acting like a commander. She found that very annoying, even though she admitted that this man named Luo Tianhe didn't seem ordinary.

But in the last mission world, her companion had been killed by someone like him.

Luo Tianhe wasn't annoyed upon hearing this, he just glanced at her and said calmly, "Since Miss Li Shanru doesn't think she can do it, then we won't trouble you with the police station. We'll leave it to someone else."

Li Shanru narrowed her eyes, looking as if she had seen through him, and said mockingly, "Why leave it to someone else? Isn't it inconvenient for Mr. Luo to go himself? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

"I should be responsible for a more important aspect." Luo Tianhe showed absolutely no anger or dissatisfaction. On the contrary, the look in his eyes as he looked at Li Shanru was full of pity.

No one stepped forward to dissuade them. Everyone was silently observing. Luo Tianhe clearly had the upper hand in this argument. In front of him, the hot-tempered Li Shanru was like a monkey that had lost its banana, jumping up and down.

Thinking back to Li Shanru's arrogant demeanor when she had just woken up, Jiang Cheng suspected that she had survived this long mostly due to luck, or perhaps this was just a performance put on by the two of them working together.

"Mr. Luo, please continue," Zhang Shiwei said, smoothing things over. The refined and courteous Zhang Shiwei seemed to be accustomed to such scenes.

Luo Tianhe raised the newspaper in his hand. "We also need to investigate the origin of this newspaper, which newspaper reported it, and most importantly, how they obtained such detailed information."

The newspaper contained reports about both the "Ming Jing" (Mirror of the Underworld) and "Gui Jun Tu" stories, which made everyone suspect that there was some unknown connection between them.

An image slowly formed in Jiang Cheng's mind.

A man with his back to him, reading a newspaper.

"Newspaper again..."

The problem that Jiang Cheng could think of, others could think of as well. Implicitly, the way everyone looked at the newspaper changed. The unknown origin of this newspaper might be the source of all the strange events.

Soon after, Luo Tianhe's voice sounded again, as steady and reliable as ever. "I'll take responsibility for investigating the newspaper for now. As for the other aspects, I'll have to trouble everyone else."

"Then... we'll have to trouble Mr. Luo," everyone said. Hearing that Luo Tianhe had taken over this hot potato, their expressions improved a lot. Compared to Luo Tianhe's righteousness, Li Shanru seemed petty.

Luo Tianhe's suggestions were all on point, and his perspective was also sharp. None of the people standing here were ordinary. After a simple thought, they planned to do their respective jobs.

"I'll take care of the police station. I'll find a way to get some information out of them," He Ping said, taking the initiative to shoulder this task.

"I'll go with you," Ding Zhenzong said in a muffled voice.

He Ping hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

"I'm going to investigate Mr. Su's real identity." Jiang Cheng put away the newspaper and pointed at Fatty. "We're together, he's coming with me."

"Brother Jiang Cheng, let me go with you," Lin Qianqian said softly, slowly blinking her big, bright eyes.

"No need," Jiang Cheng refused flatly.