Chapter 40: Denial
"Where's the address?"
In the sunny afternoon, at the gate of the alien control base, Fan Meng, the head of the Alien Crime Investigation Section, was already standing side by side with Xin Ye outside the police car. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Xin Ye took out the cigarette butt and replied, "That girl said that her family lives at No. 15 Jintian Street."
"That area is a rich man's villa area, could it be a prank by a rich child?" Fan Meng's tone was full of suspicion.
"We've heard before that Motai is most likely a superpower." The fat man opened his mouth and interjected, and after speaking, he took a sip of the iced Coke in his hand.
Fan Meng didn't look at the fat man Zhang, he directly opened the co-pilot's door and said, "Then let's go, let's go and have a look." ā
Seeing that his feng shui throne was snatched away, the fat man Zhang glanced at Xin Ye with a pleading eye, praying for some comfort, but sadly, Xin Ye did not give him the response he wanted.
Helplessly, his old partner didn't help him, so the fat man Zhang had to sit in the back seat silently.
"Bai Shixiong's case, do you need my help?" While speaking, Fan Meng had already opened the sunroof of the car.
"We found that Lan Nana has a very significant suspicion of committing the crime and sufficient time to commit the crime." The fat man glared at Fan Meng and said.
"Oh? Is it. Fan Meng took off his sunglasses and turned his head to look at Xin Ye, who was driving.
"Well, we will apply for an alien suspect investigation warrant in the near future, and I will trouble you to help us find out Lan Nana's true background when the time comes." Xin Ye responded as he drove.
Fan Meng nodded and said, "Okay." As long as your investigation order is reversed, I will fully cooperate. ā
The fat man rolled his eyes disdainfully, cursing in his heart that this Fan Meng was behaving again.
Soon, the surrounding scene became much more prosperous, and the fat man Zhang was sure that he had reached the vicinity of Jintian Street.
"According to the current house number, it seems that there is No. 15 Jintian Street in front." The fat man pointed to a garden-style villa in front of the windshield and said.
The fat man's guess was not wrong at all, and when he arrived at his destination, as soon as the car stopped, a small black dog ran out of the yard of the fifteenth day of Jintian Street, which quickly lay on the door of the car and peeked into it curiously.
"Sun, you can't do this, come here." A man with glasses of medium stature chased him out of the yard.
"It's okay, we're not afraid of dogs." Fan Meng got out of the car first, he stretched out his hand to tease the puppy, and said.
"yes, that's fine." The fat man Zhang Yinghe said.
"I'm sorry it's always so human."
The man looked at the three men vigilantly, and he silently pulled the puppy back to him, and continued in a rather unfriendly tone, "Who are you looking for?" ā
"Are you Mr. Zou Miao?" Xin Ye closed the car door, took off his glasses and asked.
Hearing that the three people who got off the police car were looking for him, Zou Miao's mood became obviously nervous.
"Shall we talk?" Fan Meng said gently.
Zou Miao thought about it, nodded and agreed to this request that could not be refused.
"Three of you, please." Zou Miao took the little black dog called the sun and walked into the yard first.
The furnishings in the room were very neat, which Fan Meng did not expect, and in his impression, people who engage in art are always not very good at repairing the edges.
Zou Miao handed the three of them high-grade mineral water imported from the planet Nieo.
"I'm sorry, this is the fastest drink to be served right now, please include more." Zou Miao said slightly apologetically.
The fat man Zhang looked at the mineral water in front of him and the simple layout around him, and suddenly felt very ironic.
"Mr. Zou may be able to adapt to a comfortable life, but considering that he still has children, he should pay attention to adding more educational fun to life."
What the fat man Zhang said was very heartfelt, but this sincerity was put here, which would inevitably arouse Zou Miao's suspicions.
"How do you know I have a daughter?" Zou Miao's hand that had just picked up the mineral water bottle seemed to be frozen, and it stayed in mid-air.
"Uh......, this one." The fat man Zhang looked at Xin Ye with some embarrassment, hoping that he could help him out of the siege quickly.
"Mr. Zou, that's right. We've received a call saying that you're providing someone with a copy of a famous painting. So we conducted a survey on your social relationships within a certain range. As far as we know, you are just an amateur painter who likes to imitate famous works, and you are still unmarried, and you only have a daughter who is in elementary school with you. Xin Ye had already thought of the countermeasures for the radical generals on the way here, but before he could find the right time, he was pitted by the fat man.
"Cut, it's a big joke to say that I imitate others."
Obviously, this trick is fatal for the talented painter.
Fan Meng glanced at Xin Ye in surprise, and his body couldn't help but shiver. As an alien with superpowers, he has been instilled with caution and cunning humans since he was a child, but he still can't help but feel a little disdain in his heart when he once again appreciates this kind of slippery skill of human beings.
Xin Ye's afterglow had already felt Fan Meng's disdain. However, the conversation he continues below proves that compared to a child who may have infinite pessimism about life, Shinno does not care about the prejudice of an alien crime investigation department chief at all.
"Oh, is it? But Mr. Zou, I found that as a painter, you don't have any masterpieces, isn't it strange? Although I don't know much about the art of painting, I think there is a common mode of work in all industries, that is, there will always be something rewarding for your work. How can an ordinary person who is not a rich second generation be idle at home every day, but can live in a villa in a high-end residential area without much effort? That doesn't sound reasonable. ā
Xin Ye put the unscrewed mineral water bottle on the coffee table made by mixing and polishing high-grade minerals and rocks, and stared intently at Zou Miao, who was sitting opposite.
may have been said a little bit of a mouthful, Zou Miao angrily smashed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and said, "What do you mean, ah!" What the hell do you want to do? ā
The corners of Xin Ye's mouth rose, he spread his arms, and said with a smile: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to remind Mr. Zou that he must stop the precipice." Because imitating other people's paintings is infringing on other people's copyrights, you really don't have any long-term social significance in producing fakes every day. Since I think I am a painter and I paint well, why don't I come up with a decent work for everyone to enjoy and evaluate? ā
After hearing these words, Zou Miao did not immediately refute. Like a deflated ball, he collapsed on the leather couch.
Xin Ye felt that some unspeakable fear had seriously devoured Zou Miao's strong self-esteem and arrogant personality.
The "substitute painter" in front of him suddenly seemed to have taken dumb medicine, and began to silently face all of Xin Ye's questions.