Yunzhou city, Ximei gallery.
"It's too sudden," Zhang Qile's assistant, Xiao Qi, said sadly."Teacher Zhang has an art exhibition next month! And they've even invited a lot of foreign guests ..."
Xiao Qi was a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and dressed conservatively.
"Does Zhang Qile live in the gallery?" Miao Ying looked at the paintings in the room and asked the assistant.
"Yes, I am!" Xiaoqi quickly replied,"teacher Zhang likes to be free and unrestrained, so he designed a small apartment for himself on the second floor of the gallery. It's not big, but it's very modern. I ... I can take you there to see ..."
"Then ..." Miao Ying asked again,"when did you find out that you had lost contact with Zhang Qile?"
"It was ... About a week ago?" Xiaoqi recalled,"about seven or eight days ago. I called her, but she didn't pick up. Her phone was turned off!"
"Oh ..."