Police Station.
Yelgo was taking a nap — Of course, it was not because he had no work at hand and was too idle.
He stayed up late last night to write a report. He didn't have time to go home to wash and change clothes, so he went to work wearing yesterday's clothes.
Suddenly, the door of the office was opened. Yelgo was shocked and quickly stood up straight, "Mr. Victor! I'm not slacking off! "
"That … I'm not Mr. Victor."
Yelgo was stunned. He turned around and saw a policewoman in civilian work. He suddenly opened his mouth awkwardly.
The policewoman snickered, "Well, Mr. Victor is in the coffee shop downstairs. He asked you to go there. He seems to be receiving someone. Look at his serious face … Well, but his face is not very friendly. "
"Guest?" Yelgo was stunned. Then he walked out with doubts.
He quickly ran down the stairs and found the coffee shop. In the corner, Yelgo saw Victor's back. When he walked over, he saw the 'receptionist' that the policewoman mentioned.
He had a typical oriental face, black hair, and was wearing a black coat … He was in his thirties?
The man's eyes made Yelgo feel a strange pressure.
At this time, Victor also turned around and said to Yelgo, "Don't stand there, sit down. Let me introduce, this is Mr. Ye Yan from Lyon, France. He has something to ask you, you just need to answer him honestly. "
Speaking of Lyon, France … Yelgo suddenly realized something. He looked at Victor and Ye Yan in amazement, "Mr. Victor, this …"
"Do you remember that Italian drug dealer was arrested in Moscow two years ago?" Victor smiled and said, "That was a joint operation, and that's when I got to know this guy."
"Oh …" Yelgo sat down cautiously. Although they were different systems, they were essentially doing the same thing, so Yelgo quickly adjusted his mentality, "What do you want to ask me, Mr. Ye?"
"Then I'll get straight to the point." Ye Yan smiled … Of course, he didn't know how to speak Russian.
They could only talk in English.
He was indeed Ye Yan, the Ye Yan who had rushed to Moscow from France in one night. Just because of a message from Victor, he had made such a move.
"I want to know about the 'corpse'," Ye Yan said seriously, "Mr. Yelgo, please describe the whole thing to me. Listen, Mr. Yelgo, it's very important for me, and even more important for our headquarter. I hope you can be thorough! "
Yelgo subconsciously glanced at Victor … Although Interpol sounded like a very prestigious profession, they actually didn't have the authority to directly request information from other police systems.
But Victor gave him a look of acquiescence. Yelgo hesitated and nodded, "Well, Mr. Ye, you can ask me."
"That person, why did he become like this?"
Yelgo recalled, "I remember that at that time, he seemed to take out a syringe from his body and then inserted it into his neck …"
Ye Yan's eyes suddenly brightened, "Are you sure? Did he really inject it? "
"Yes." Yelgo nodded, "His body began to swell, I'm sure of it."
Ye Yan nodded and let out a sigh of relief. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Finally … I found some clues about those guys."
Yelgo … Anyway, Yelgo was confused.
…
Ye Yan repeated the same question and the same scene more than ten times before he finally left, seemingly satisfied with what he had asked.
He said that he had other things to do.
Only Yelgo and Victor were left.
Yelgo couldn't help but hesitate, "Mr. Victor … Well, isn't it a bit … if we reveal this matter privately?"
"It's not a private disclosure." Victor calmly said, "There are a lot of things involved in this matter, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time. But you'll get to know it in the future. "
"Ah?"
Victor suddenly took out a ticket from his suit, "This is the ticket to France tomorrow, and your transfer letter."
"Ah? Mr. Victor, I don't quite understand. "
"The French side has been replenishing their manpower recently. About a month ago, when I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if I had any good guys to recommend. Of course, I just said it casually, but I recommended you. "
"Mr … Mr Victor!"
"Listen." Victor said indifferently, "Don't follow me … There's no future for following me, because I don't know how to go in the future. I may not be able to go on, but I may be able to go on forever. But no matter what, it's always good for you to go out and gain experience. Of course, you can refuse, I'm not forcing you to do anything. But if you choose to stay, I'll apply to transfer you to the evidence room. "
That was a civilian job … It was a disguised demotion.
"I … Can I think about it? I think I need some time to digest it. "
"Don't take too long."
…
…
Yakov returned home after a busy day.
He directly sat on the sofa, calling his wife's name, but there was no response. He couldn't help but look around in confusion.
When he looked back, Yakov suddenly jumped up in horror, "Who … Who are you!"
"Mr. Curator of the Art Gallery, you framed me for stealing the painting. Have you forgotten who I am?"
Black leather coat, it should be a woman, but wearing a black clown mask, he couldn't see her face.
Yakov frowned, "You … Are you a real f & c?"
He was vigilant while quietly retreating.
"If I were you, the best choice now is not to move … Otherwise, I don't know what's in the room now. Oh, I'm talking about what will happen to your wife and your children. "
"What do you want to do!" Yakov was stunned, and said in shock and anger.
"Where is the real 'The Nameless Maiden'?"
"'The Nameless Maiden'? Hasn't it been sent back to the Art Gallery? "Yakov said in cold sweat.
"After reopening today, I also went to have a look." Under the clown mask, Vera sneered, "But I used some special equipment to scan it … You know, your kind of paint, if you use light, there will be some changes. It took me two whole days to test the intensity of the light. "
"I, I don't know what you're talking about!" Yakov turned his head.
"Really?" Vera continued to sneer, "Do you want me to go to the Art Gallery to take a picture of the so-called 'The Nameless Maiden'? I think something interesting is going to happen. Oh, yes, I also found some interesting things in your house, like the documents about the use of funds for the Art Gallery's repair. "
"You …" Yakov took a deep breath, "Don't, let's talk about it. You just want the real painting, but I can tell you, it's not in my hands. It's … it's Efim who blackmailed me, I had to do this! After the painting was made, I gave it to him directly! So, I don't know where the painting is now! Although I also suspect that the one in the Art Gallery may be fake, I can only pretend that I don't know. "
Vera suddenly walked to Yakov, and said with a harsh voice modified by a voice changer, "Mr. Curator, you know, I don't have a good reputation … So I can't imagine what I will do."
"I really don't know!"
"Really? Your so-called real painting … But why is it that after I got it, it's just a 'made-in-China' painting? "
"I, I don't know what you're talking about …"
Vera didn't want to continue talking, directly pressing him on the table, taking out a small knife and nailing it on the table — next to the curator's face.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! Don't kill me! I'll talk! "
Yakov was shocked at this time, and quickly said, "The painting … the painting is still with me! I, I know Efim is a guy who doesn't know anything about art, and he wouldn't think that I dared to switch the painting before giving it to him … I'm just trying my best. I really owe too much gambling debt, so I can only try my best. You know, this family is supported by my income … "
"I'm not interested in your family affairs, where is the painting?"
"The study … Behind the bookshelf in the study."
Vera caught him into the study, and asked Yakov to open the bookshelf. Sure enough, there was a painting wrapped in oil paper.
After Vera's threat, Yakov could only tear the oil paper and take out the thing inside.
But when the painting was unfolded, Yakov showed a strange expression, "How could this be! How could this be! "
He smashed the picture frame — in front of Vera!
Vera was surprised by this guy's action … Was he going to destroy the evidence? But he was willing to do this to the real "The Nameless Maiden"?
But soon, Vera finally knew why Yakov showed such a desperate expression.
On the back of the so-called real "The Nameless Maiden" he switched back, there was also "Made in China".
"How could this be! Where is my painting? Where is my painting? Where is my painting?!! Who stole my painting?! "Yakov frantically rummaged through the cupboards and chests in the study like a madman.
Vera looked for a while. Judging from this guy's appearance, it seemed that he was also fooled … Then where was the real painting?
"I have no clue at all!"
Miss Vera helplessly left through the window, and just saw Yakov's wife and children driving back. She sneered subconsciously, "You don't even know that your family is at the party today, and you still have the nerve to say that it's for your family. Alas."
At this time, Vera's phone rang.
"Boss Vera, I've found out the identity of the wolf you saved in the manor … He's called Yelgo, a little detective in Moscow. But I found that he seems to have bought a ticket to France tomorrow. "
"France?" Vera was stunned, and then suddenly smiled, "Vicar, thank you for your hard work during this time. Let's go to France for a vacation."
"… Are you sure it's for a vacation?!!!"
"I heard that the male models in France are very good."
"… Is the flight at three o 'clock in the afternoon OK?"
…
…
There was a knock on the door.
It was in front of the office of the deputy chief editor of the most gossipy magazine in the city.
Hearing the knock, Ren Ziling quickly raised her head from the pillow and wiped her saliva. When she saw Lizi coming in, she rolled her eyes, "It's you, I thought it was the old dirty chief editor."
Lizi came in with difficulty.
Why was it difficult?
It was like a mass grave, and it was full of the smell of all kinds of instant noodles.
Looking at the messy desk, Lizi couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Ren, why do I feel that your life has fallen into hell when Luo Qiu is not here these few weeks? You work overtime every day and sleep here instead of going home?"
Ren Ziling yawned, "There are five days' worth of clothes in my home that haven't been washed. Do you want to help me wash them?"
"No need!" Lizi quickly pinched her nose and waved her hand.
Ren Ziling gave Lizi the third finger, and then stretched herself, "What's the matter, say it! Nothing, go! I'll go back to sleep! Tell me in advance when the boss comes! "
"Sister Ren, you have a parcel!"
"Parcel?"
"Yes." Lizi nodded, "It seems to be a painting? It's an international express delivery from Moscow … It should be a letter from Luoqiu! "
"F * ck … Why does he send me a painting? I can't eat it! "
"Then … I'll throw it away?"
"I'll throw you away first!!"
…
Ren Ziling opened the parcel and found that it was an oil painting.
Subeditor Ren, who was drinking coffee to refresh herself, twisted her neck. She felt uncomfortable because she didn't sleep at home these days … She was energetic every day after sleeping at home. Sure enough, the bed at home was the best way to replenish her vitality!
Ren Ziling looked at the oil painting for a while but couldn't figure out anything. After wrinkling her nose, she put the oil painting under the wall of the office.
"'The Nameless Maiden'? What a strange name! "
But thinking about it, it was probably just like that.
But when she looked at her office, which was like a garbage hill, she felt that even if there was an oil painting here, it wouldn't improve much.
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