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With a brake, the car came to a steady stop in front of a single courtyard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Here it is." Chen Lin said while unbuckling his seat belt.

A few people pushed the door and got out of the car, and the biting cold air instantly hit their faces, and the huge temperature difference between inside and outside the car made the pores of several people extremely shrink at this moment.

"Hiss~ This ghost weather, it's so cold, and it doesn't let people live."

Chen Lin complained, and was slapped on the back of the head by the middle-aged criminal policeman, "The cold doesn't necessarily mean that you will freeze to death." ”

"His surname is Yang, we all call him Brother Yang," Jiang Sheng raised his chin and gestured to the middle-aged criminal policeman, turned his head and whispered to the person next to him: "Anyway, we won't work together in the future, so it doesn't matter if the name is named." ”

The man didn't speak, just nodded, and looked up at the courtyard that was surrounded by a cordon not far away.

It is said to be a single courtyard, but it is better to say that it is a miniature villa.

Pure British style architecture, no matter what the inside, standing outside, you can see the chic white vaulted roof at a glance. The courtyard was surrounded by a silver-gray wall, messily covered with the gray rhizomes of creepers, densely intertwined with each other. On the walls, shards of glass of various colors are inlaid and even broken mirrors can be seen.

After his gaze lingered on the mirrors for a moment, the man followed Jiang Sheng to the courtyard, his shoes creaking on the snow.

"What? Idlers are not allowed here. ”

As soon as he approached the cordon, he was stopped by two policemen, and one of the people who spoke frowned, and glanced at a few people, and finally affected the crowd standing on the side to watch the lively crowd, and his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

"I'm Yang Fucheng of the Criminal Investigation Team, and this is my ID." Yang Fucheng took out his documents from his pocket and handed them over, and behind him, Jiang Sheng and Yang Lin took out their documents and clamped them under the collar.

"It turned out to be Team Yang." The police saluted after handing back the documents, and then opened the cordon to let a few people in, "I'm Liu Yang, please come with me." ”

"How's the case going?"

"The forensic doctor has just done an examination and determined that he was burned to death, and he had just eaten before he died, drank some liquor, and smoked at the same time. It may be that I drank too much and accidentally overturned the wine bottle, and the wine flowed under the curtain and was sucked a lot by the curtain. Cigarette butts were thrown around, and the result was ......"

"How can you be so sure?" Jiang Sheng looked at him strangely, this reasoning sounded very reasonable.

Liu Yang smiled, "There is alcohol under the window, and there are traces of the wine flowing through, and there are some soot residues on it. Come on in. ”

Watching him enter the door, Jiang Sheng turned his head to look at this person and asked, "How is it?" ”

"Very confident reasoning." The man spoke, but his steps were stunned, as if he had discovered something, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his feet. In Jiang Sheng's puzzled gaze, his left foot moved away, and a slender rectangular wooden stick appeared in front of him.

"Matchsticks, how can there be such a thing?" Jiang Sheng, who picked it up, frowned, "Could it be ......?"

"Whether it's speculation or reasoning, you need enough evidence." Although he was skeptical, he saw the man shake his head.

"What are you two still standing here? Isn't it cold? Yang Fucheng, who had gone and returned, looked at the two of them, and looked up at the gray sky again, "Come in."

When the two walked through the door, the room was as they imagined, with British design and furniture, which perfectly matched the shape and concept of this single courtyard. The gilded wallpaper on the wall reflects the enjoyment of the wealthy, and there are many portraits of celebrities hanging on it.

- Van Gogh, Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci, Solon, Justinian, Peter I, Napoleon, Plato, Hegel...... There are too many, and even the Monel Lisa.

"Chinese don't hang Chinese paintings, but they hang paintings of Western celebrities." Chen Lin walked in front and shook his head, as if he was lamenting the country's declining humanistic spirit. With the continuous improvement of material life, people have forgotten too much while enjoying it.

Jiang Sheng didn't speak, her eyebrows and eyes raised, and the slight curvature of the corners of her mouth highlighted her approving mentality.

"Everything that exists has a necessity for its existence." The man said as if he didn't care, his gaze resting on one of the paintings for a long time.

The man in the painting is G.W.F. Hegel (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel), a portrait of him when he was 38 years old.

Hegel was born in Germany and was one of the representatives of idealist philosophy in the 19th century. The essence of advocacy lies in the fact that it is the reality of ethical ideas, and it is an absolutely self-contained rational thing.

Hegel regarded the Absolute Spirit as the primordial principle of the world. The Absolute Spirit is not something beyond the world, and nature, human society, and the spiritual phenomena of man are all manifestations of it at different stages of development. Therefore, the process of replacement, development, and eternal life of things is the Absolute Spirit itself.

His idealistic philosophical ideas are still very influential among modern people.

It's just that this painting ......

――It's too clean.

Jiang Sheng saw that this person stared at her for a long time without speaking, and turned his head to look at her, "What's so beautiful about this painting?" It's just copying. ”

"Although it is copied, it is also from the hand of a famous artist," Jiang Sheng had just finished speaking, and a voice came from behind him, a little low. Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man walking towards this side, with a polite smile on his face, "The lowest price is this Hegel, eight hundred and thirty thousand." ”

"It's a luxury." Jiang Sheng looked at the paintings, and a wisp of mockery flashed in his eyes.

The man didn't refute her sarcasm, and still smiled lightly: "Once people have money, they want to have some quality in life, and use the best in everything." Then, extravagance becomes an irresistible and irresistible habit, so it doesn't matter if someone says anything. ”

"This painting is ......"

The man interrupted his conversation with Jiang Sheng and did not look back at him.

The man's gaze fell on the painting, "This is one of my father's collections, which I bought from Stephen-Wiltshire in England five years ago. ”

The man nodded, moved the tail finger of his left hand holding the hot water bottle, and stated in a light tone: "Your father, I like this painting very much." ”

"Probably," the man's eyes darkened, "and my father has died, and this painting will go down with him to the dust." ”

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden chaotic sound outside the door.

"Unaccompanied." The man nodded slightly, turned and walked out.

"Tut-tut, what is grace, this is called grace. See, Jiang Sheng, learn more, don't be like a man all day long. Chen Lin said to Jiang Sheng ruffianly.

However, Jiang Sheng ignored him. She saw the man in front of her staring at the painting, motionless, so she also raised her eyes to look over, but she still didn't see anything except the portrait and the portrait.

But looking at this person from this angle, I can just see her unusual and plain gaze, which looks very sharp at the moment, coupled with the bright eye line, giving people an impression of alertness and decisiveness. Her chin is a little square, which also gives a sense of determination.

It's just that her eyes are usually plain, but they are always very sharp when they find some key things.

Therefore, Jiang Sheng felt that this person must have discovered something!

"Hey, Jiang Sheng," At this time, Yang Lin suddenly turned Jiang Sheng with his elbow, and raised his chin to signal to the person standing in front of him, "Who is she?" You seem to care about her. ”

"She," Jiang Sheng took a breath, his eyebrows and eyes dyed with some lightness, "Her name is Shi Jing."

- is a detective. ”