After a while, he came out with an oil painting in his arms.

Klein casually scanned the portrait on the oil painting, and saw that the first baron wearing a white curly wig had soft features, bronze skin, and indescribable vicissitudes hidden in his eyes.

This looks like Mr. Ards! Klein's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously looked at the right earlobe of the so-called first baron.

Then, he saw an inconspicuous mole nearby.

This is exactly the same position as the black mole of Teacher Azik!

No way... Could it be that Mr. Ards is the so-called first Baron Ramud? This is a character from 1,400 to 500 years ago... No, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Ramud... Klein stared at the oil painting, his mind was confused, as if he suddenly realized that all the people around him Turned into a monster, or the whole world is just a dream of the gods.

He raised his head suddenly, stared at the middle-aged man with yellow hair in front of him, reached out and took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and said in a deep voice: "This is not an antique. If you don't explain the situation clearly, I will arrest you for fraud and prosecute you!" "

He doesn't care whether the prosecution belongs to the police department or not. He has only one purpose, which is to intimidate the other party and obtain information!

At the same time, Klein tapped his left teeth twice, activated his spiritual vision, and monitored the change of the target's emotional color.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair was startled, and replied vaguely in horror: "No, I don't know if it is an antique, no, I heard that it is an antique, but I don't understand it, I really don't understand it, I don't even know it. How many words, um, words."

He rolled his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted to call for help.

But at this moment, he saw Klein adjust the wheel and trigger, as if he was going to kill the resisting suspect.

He straightened his back with a brush, and no longer dared to look around.

"Where did you get this oil painting?" Klein asked with a heavy heart.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair moved his lips and said with a flattering smile: "Officer, my grandfather found this from the old castle. More than forty years ago, the outer wall and the room on the second floor collapsed there, and some items appeared. The previous people failed to find it." Among the items found, there is this oil painting, no, no, no, it is not this oil painting, the original oil painting is already very tattered, and it cannot be preserved at all, so my grandfather asked someone to imitate and draw one, um, it is you just now I didn�t lie to you about the one I saw, the oil painting from more than 40 years ago can indeed be regarded as an antique..."

"Then are you sure this is the portrait of the first Baron Ramud?" Klein rubbed the trigger, preventing the other party's gaze from moving in the slightest.

The middle-aged man with yellow hair chuckled and said, "I'm not sure, but I guess it is."

"Reason?" Klein was almost amused by the other party's shamelessness.

"Because there is no name on the oil painting." The yellow-haired middle-aged man replied with rare seriousness, "It's like I was called Rascal Gray, my father was called Curly-haired Gray, and only my grandpa is the real Gray."

�Klein silently exhaled, "Where's your grandfather?"

"In the cemetery, he has been buried there for almost twenty years. Beside him is my father, who was buried three years ago." The middle-aged man with yellow hair replied very honestly.

After Klein asked for a while from another angle, he adjusted the revolver of the pistol in front of the yellow-haired middle-aged man, and put it back into the gun pouch under his arm.

Putting away the police officer's ID, he turned around in a thin black windbreaker, walked towards the hotel with his hands in his pockets, and walked silently in the faint lights from the houses on both sides.

"I'm not sure if the portrait belongs to the first Baron Ramud... I don't know if there are any exact historical records of the castle in the town..."

"But no matter what, the gentleman in the portrait must be an ancient person, at least a thousand years ago..."

"He and Mr. Ards are almost identical except for his hairstyle. Is this the so-called reincarnation?"

"When Mr. Ards gave up his position in other universities in Backlund and came to Tingen, it may be driven by residual instinct..."

"Well, there are other possibilities. For example, the one on the portrait is Mr. Azik, and Mr. Azik is him!"

Thinking of this, Klein was startled and almost tripped over the steps ahead.

He paced back and forth a few steps under the destroyed gas street lamp, combined with the knowledge of the era of information explosion, and made a further analysis based on the guess just now: "Mr. Azik has become an undead creature for some reason, such as Vampires, so they have lived from ancient times to the present?" JrNovels.com