MTL - The Law of the Silent Gentleman-Chapter 91 clues in the painting

Giuliano climbed the stairs slowly, heavy and tired. After a busy night and returning to a safe environment, he just wanted to fall asleep. I don't know if Enzo is back. The assassin's skill is excellent, so it shouldn't be a problem to escape.

He pushed open the door of "Quiet Room", froze for a second, then slammed the door shut.

Just now... I seem to have seen something strange that would never appear in his room...

He rubbed his eyes to prevent him from hallucinating from exhaustion, and pushed the door open again.

— Enzo was sitting on the bed, with his upper body bare, his muscular back slightly arched, and his long platinum hair hanging in front of him. Giovanni sat obliquely behind him, applying ointment to a wound. There were scissors and bandages on the bed, and a few pieces of blood-stained gauze were piled up on the floor.

Giuliano throws the mask at them both!

"What the hell! Why is he here! Tell him to go! Go away! Do you hear me!"

He growled incoherently.

The mask hit Enzo on the head. He hugged his head and said "ouch". Giovanni quickly jumped out of the bed, threw away the ointment, and put one hand on his hip, "As for it? I just applied the ointment for him."

Without saying a word, Giuliano drew his dagger from his boot.

"Okay, okay, I'll just go! I've served you two!" Giovanni cursed in Vanessa dialect, walked towards the door, and when he passed by Giuliano, he whispered in a provocative tone: "You hurt him Yes, what a 'thoughtful' lover."

"you…!"

Before he could think of a clever rebuttal, Giovanni slammed the door. He had no choice but to spread his anger on Enzo.

"You and him...! You said you would never have anything to do with them again, how long have you forgotten?! Can't you control your lower body? Then what if I take care of it for you? Just cut off Eternal Jue future trouble!"

He raised the dagger, swung it down vigorously, and stabbed Enzo between the legs, just a hair's breadth away from Enzo saying goodbye to his **** forever. The assassin shrank back and looked at Giuliano in disbelief: "What's the matter with the lower body? I'm injured and I can't reach it by myself, so why ask someone to bandage it for me?"

"Why is it him?!"

"The others just don't have time! You treat the brothel as the palace, so everyone doesn't have to work?"

"Can't even hire a doctor in this broken place?!"

"I'm afraid of leaking the news! It's not that there are doctors who are familiar and tight-lipped, but they live too far away. If you go to him, you won't be able to return in time. I'm afraid you will be anxious if you don't see me when you come back."

You hurt him. Thinking of Giovanni's words before leaving, Giuliano had mixed feelings in his heart. Although he was so angry that he wanted to beat Enzo hard (by the way, he would teach that ignorant little male **** a lesson), but guilt and heartache finally prevailed. His Enzo, his handsome and gentle lover was wounded, and a new wound was added to that scarred body, which would eventually turn into a hideous scar—all because of him.

He pursed his lips, sat next to Enzo, and gently brushed his bangs away. "Does it hurt?"

"...if you go to the Yoder National Games for the discus throw event, you're guaranteed to come out on top."

"You won't hide!"

"I didn't expect you to be so cruel..."

Giuliano pulled out the dagger stuck between Enzo's legs, and with a deft movement of his fingers, he swung the blade and inserted it back into his boot.

"Now you know."

"Now I'm beginning to regret teaching you how to juggle a dagger..."

"You still have a lot to regret."

Giuliano picked up the ointment dropped by Giovanni, crawled behind Enzo, dipped a little bit with his fingers, and rubbed it on the wound on Enzo's back.

"I can't see that you are so jealous..." Enzo sighed in despair.

"It's my fault?! It's not like you're illiterate. Do you know how to write the word 'avoid suspicion'? Seeing you wearing a shirt and getting tired of your old lover, who wouldn't want to be crooked?"

He pressed heavily on the wound, and Enzo hissed in pain.

"Easy! Do you want to kill me?"

"Such a small injury will kill you, and you will lose the face of the silent one!"

"If I die, it's definitely not because of the injuries on my body, but because of being hurt by you."

"Slick tongue!"

Enzo turned his head and kissed Giuliano with a smile. "It's all true."

Giuliano pushed him away, blushing. "Stop doing this with me." He picked up the bandage and gently wrapped it around Enzo's body, "How did you get hurt?"

"When I was retreating, I was shot by an arrow from a dark place, and it was just scratched."

"You are so powerful, you will also be injured by back arrows?"

"I don't have eyes at the back of my head. Besides, if I can perfectly dodge any attack, wouldn't I be invincible?"

After wrapping up the bandage, Giuliano carefully touched an old wound on Enzo's back. Enzo seemed to feel itchy, twisting his body to avoid his touch.

"How is your progress? What clues have you found?"

"Don't mention it, I didn't find anything. Time is too tight to investigate one by one. The most hateful thing is that Boniwell actually auctioned off most of my family's property! It's unreasonable! Fortunately, I rescued a little, otherwise There is really not a single tile left in my house.”

He took out the paper package from his inner coat, cut the ribbon with the scissors used for bandages, and removed the waterproof greaseproof paper outside. Inside the paper bag was a stack of paperwork. Enzo picked up the top one and looked it over several times.

"House deed? This is what you rescued?"

"What kind of expression do you have? This is my ancestral house, how could it fall into the hands of outsiders."

Enzo put down the house deed and flipped through the other documents: "It's all house deed and land deed. You...I don't know whether to praise you or scold you..."

"Hmph, you are so rich, you don't know how many real estates you have in Vanessa, you probably don't care about my old houses."

"I understand the importance of these things to you, but Giuliano, our goal is to find out why your family was killed, not to conspire to take back your property..."

He turned to the bottom of the document, "What is this?"

A sheet of linen lay under a stack of title deeds. Enzo opened it curiously, then let out a burst of earth-shattering laughter, and rolled under the bed. Giuliano, flushing and pale, frantically hid the linen behind his back.

"What are you laughing at! Is it so funny! Be careful to laugh until your wounds burst!"

Enzo put one hand on the edge of the bed, and tried his best to prop up his body with the other, "Is that an impromptu 'masterpiece' when you were young? It's full of childlike fun, let me feast my eyes..."

"enough!"

On the linen was a cloud of colorful paint, and many children's handprints. From the shape of the paint, it can be judged that the painting is a family portrait. The triangle and square at the top represent a house, and there are three small figures waving tentacles below. The left and right two are tall, and the middle one is short, representing parents and children.

This is an immature graffiti drawn by Giuliano when he first discovered the fun of paint when he was a child. Of course, every time a parent sees his child develop an interest in a field, he will inexplicably feel unfounded pride: he must be a genius in this field! Giuliano's parents couldn't help but think (and wishfully) that maybe their son would one day be a great painter. The children's graffiti was framed by Vito Sacon, and hung high in the room as the Virgo of the future great painter. And Giuliano himself... When he grows up to a certain age and acquires basic aesthetics, every time he sees his graffiti, he can't wait to jump into the Derain River, and he will never face anyone again.

Enzo laughed weakly. "Oh, your parents must love you very much. They put your work and the deed together, which shows how much they value you... You even rescued this 'great work'. It's really hard for you. Think that thing can be sold for an astronomical price..."

"Say a few words, can't you! I didn't know it would be put there! It was hung elsewhere! God knows what's wrong with my dad's brain to take it down, and put it together with the deed of the house!"

Enzo stopped laughing: "Show me."

"don't want!"

The playful smile disappeared from the assassin's face. He instantly became serious, as if the joy just now was just a passing illusion.

"Show me," he repeated.

Giuliano was taken aback and obediently handed over the painting. The linen has been pinched by him for a long time, and there are cracks one after another on the painting. Enzo unfolded the canvas, and his fingers moved along the edge of the fabric, turning the canvas over and over again.

"It used to be hung in a frame?"

"Uh...yes...why ask this?"

Enzo held up a corner of the canvas and showed Giuliano the thread on the edge of the fabric: "It was cut off. If your parents cherished this painting in their hearts, they would not be so rough."

"You mean my parents actually hate me? Oh, why did you hit me!"

Enzo rewarded him with a chestnut.

"They must have done it on purpose, maybe this is a clue that only you can understand."

"Really? Maybe it's just a coincidence..."

"Just think about it, what can you think of about this painting?"

"Suddenly, I can't think of anything..."

"Think carefully!" Enzo snapped, "It won't appear for no reason. Your parents must have a reason for hiding it under the contract."

"But it's really nothing special... This is my graffiti when I was a child. I can't remember when I drew it, maybe four or five years old? Who remembers what happened so long ago."

Enzo picked up the canvas and paced the room anxiously.

"There must be something hidden in it that only you can understand...what the hell...why is it here..."

"Ah! I thought of it!" Giuliano clapped his fists.

Enzo's eyes lit up: "Have you got a clue?"

"No! I can't remember exactly when I was a child, but one person may remember."

The assassin suddenly showed a embarrassed expression: "Could it be that what you said..."

Theodora picked up the canvas, cast a quick glance, then raised her head to rest on Giuliano's face.

"Of course I do," she said.