There are still fake antiques circulating in the market!?"

Lin Xiaozhi was shocked after listening to Li Chunhong's relay, immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand, thought for a while, frowned, looked at Li Chunhong and said, "Brother Li, do you know the specific location of those shops that sell fake antiques?"

Li Chunhong nodded: "In a while, the people from the police station will send it to my mailbox, come, Xiaozhi, don't worry, eat first, they will send the address over in a while, and we will go over immediately." ”

"Good. Lin Xiaozhi nodded, but as soon as he heard that there were fake antiques on the market, where could Lin Xiaozhi eat, Li Chunhong also had a sad face.

Fortunately, the people at the police station were quite efficient, and after about two minutes, the specific location of the antique store selling fake antiques was sent to Li Chunhong's mobile phone.

"Did you send it?" Lin Xiaozhi stood up from his chair and looked at Li Chunhong and asked.

"Well," Li Chunhong nodded: "It's sent over, and the antique shops that sell fake antiques are all on Caikuang Road." ”

"Okay, then we'll get there. ”

As soon as Lin Xiaozhi's voice fell, Li Chunhong, Zhou Wan'er and Lin Xiaozhi drove to Caikuang Road.

At this time, the people from the police station also happened to arrive, and the deputy director of the police station saw Li Chunhong get out of the car, and immediately greeted him and said, "Teacher Li, you are here." ”

"Hmm. Li Chunhong nodded, then was a little puzzled, and said: "I see that the antique shops on this entire street have been blocked by our police, but why haven't I seen anyone go in and destroy fake antiques?"

"Alas......" The deputy director of the police station sighed helplessly, and continued: "Isn't this waiting for you to come over, we laymen will not identify which ones are real antiques and which ones are fake, and we dare not touch them casually......"

In the interval between Li Chunhong and the deputy director of the police station, Lin Xiaozhi had already walked into an antique store closest to him.

This shop is called Wanbaoge, at this time, the owner of Wanbaoge is standing aside, looking at the store that was blocked by the police, with a panicked face, after seeing Lin Xiaozhi walk in, he nodded respectfully, and then wiped the cold sweat on his head.

Lin Xiaozhi directly ignored the actions and expressions of the owner of Wanbaoge, and after entering the store, he directly activated the different pupils and began to search in the store.

This is true, this is also this.

Lin Xiaozhi searched around and found that the antiques in the store were mixed and fake, so he instructed the police officers beside him: "You two will follow me for a while, and you will smash whichever I ask you to smash......"

"Yes!"

"Good!!"

"This, smash!" Lin Xiaozhi pointed to an imitation of a chrysanthemum-picking blue and white porcelain vase under the east fence.

I saw that after the police officer who was following Lin Xiaozhi heard Lin Xiaozhi's order, he picked up the blue and white porcelain vase under the chrysanthemum east fence on the counter and threw it on the ground with a "snap", and the fake porcelain vase was smashed for a while.

"And this, this, and that painting hanging on the wall. All of them were also destroyed. Lin Xiaozhi pointed to the two bronzes in front of him and a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

The police officers on the side saw that the two police officers who were following Lin Xiaozhi were too busy to help, and after a while, all the fakes pointed out by Lin Xiaozhi were destroyed by them.

The boss of Wanbao Pavilion looked at Lin Xiaozhi and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on his head, shocked in his heart.

Who is this young man? All the ones he chose were fakes, and not even one of them was the real thing......

However, seeing those fakes being smashed and damaged, the owner of Wanbao Pavilion almost fell to the ground under his legs, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and held the showcase next to him in time.

Lin Xiaozhi saw that all the fakes and antiques in the Wanbao Pavilion had been damaged, nodded with satisfaction, walked out of the shop, first glanced at Li Chunhong and nodded, and then fell on the deputy director of the police station.

"Deputy Director, I have let your police destroy the fakes in the Wanbao Pavilion, and the next thing is not within my control, as for what the boss of the Wanbao Pavilion does, it depends on you. ”

After saying that, he nodded politely and plunged into another antique shop.

The deputy director looked at the back of Lin Xiaozhi leaving, looked at Li Chunhong with some suspicion, and pointed to Lin Xiaozhi's back: "Teacher Li, who is this!?"

"It is not an exaggeration to say that he can distinguish the real from the fake at a glance. Li Chunhong smiled, then withdrew his gaze from the back of Lin Xiaozhi leaving to look at the deputy director of the police station, and said: "Deputy director, the matter about antiques will be handed over to us, and we will not be able to interfere in other legal matters......"

"Well, I understand, don't worry, when this is done, there will definitely be no words in my closing report about the destruction of physical evidence. ”

The deputy director nodded understandingly.

It stands to reason that these fake antiques should not be destroyed in situ as physical evidence, but he also knows what Li Chunhong is thinking, so he turns a blind eye, anyway, solving such a big fake antique sales case is only good for him, and there is no harm to him.

Let's talk about Lin Xiaozhi's side, the second store that Lin Xiaozhi entered was called Qianwuwu, when Lin Xiaozhi entered Qianwuwu, the owner of Qianwuwu stopped him directly, and looked at Lin Xiaozhi with a strong face: "Who are you?"

"Officer. Lin Xiaozhi said lightly: "We now have evidence to prove that your antique shop sells high-imitation fakes, so we came to search." ”

"Search?" After hearing Lin Xiaozhi's words, a trace of unnaturalness immediately appeared on his face, this is his own sale of fake antiques has been exposed?

Thinking about it, the owner of the Qianwu House glanced at Lin Xiaozhi with a scrutinizing gaze, and looked at the young police officer in front of him, who should not know how to identify antiques.

Moreover, the fake antiques he sells are all imitations, which are enough to confuse the real with the fake, and even a real archaeologist may not be able to see it, let alone a small police officer in a police station.

Thinking that the owner of Qianwu House got out of the way of Lin Xiaozhi, he said with a disdainful face: "Okay, you said that I was selling fake antiques, then you should search and search, but there is one thing we have to make clear,"

After speaking, the owner of the Thousand Things House paused and continued: "If you can't find any fake antiques or fakes, I will sue you for slander!!

"Whatever you want. Lin Xiaozhi said lightly, and then walked into the Qianwu House with a few police officers behind him and began to search.

Lin Xiaozhi casually picked up a fan with a Kunlun diagram in his hand and frowned.

The owner of Qianwu House called Lin Xiaozhi and was the first to pick up the high imitation Kunlun fan, and a little cold sweat couldn't help but ooze on his forehead.

No, it should be a coincidence, how can he be a small police officer to identify the authenticity of the Kunlun fan.

Thinking that the owner of the Qianwu House had arrived at Lin Xiaozhi's side, he snatched the Kunlun fan from Lin Xiaozhi's hand angrily and scolded

"Don't touch it, this is the Qiankun Kunlun Wujin Fan of the Song Dynasty Wei Mourning Prince, if you break your salary as a small police officer, will you pay for it?"