In any case, the three Fang Yi's works were carried out of the house in broad daylight, and no one knew what they were doing. It wasn't until Wei Jin took small square steps with a round head and a flat head that he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard step by step.

"A chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right hand, and a fat doll on my back!" Wei Jinle hummed a small tune, sang and went back to his parents' house and entered the courtyard. It's not just about singing such an old song for what is so interesting today. While singing, he shook his head and looked intoxicated.

Walking to the door of the living room, the round head and the flat head smelled the scent of Mo Shengren, and wagged their tails along the smell and walked down the stairs of the painting room.

"What are you two doing in the basement? Hurry up, let's go drink some milk" Wei Jin looked at the bodies of the two dogs and disappeared into the corridor leading to the basement and said, seeing that the two dogs did not come back, he immediately took two steps to call the dogs, but when he reached the stairs, he was stunned for a moment. At a glance, I could see that the door of the studio was completely open!

Wei Jin hurriedly ran two steps into the painting storage room, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that there were three paintings missing on the wall, and there were not a few works left, but now there were five or six hanging here, and of course there were three fewer paintings at once.

"Damn!" Wei Jin hurriedly ran out and shouted loudly: "Zhu Zheng! The family was burglarized, and Fang Yi's painting was lost! ”。

This voice directly woke up Zhu Zheng, who was dreaming of marrying a daughter-in-law, opened the window, rubbed his eyes, looked at Wei Jin in the courtyard and said, "Please, big brother!" I've made this joke so many times, and you're still here? I don't have time to pay attention to you. Let's go back to sleep for a while. I'm getting ready to go into the cave here! ”。 At the beginning of the previous year, a few people played this wolf game when they had nothing to do, and now the wolf is really coming. Zhu Zheng was a little unconvinced.

"Sleep a fart!" Wei Jin said with an annoyed face: "The three works are gone!" If I lied to you, I'd be a bastard! ”。

"Fuck me!" When Zhu Zheng heard Wei Jin say this, he suddenly woke up, and immediately ran down from the upstairs room barefoot wearing only a big trouser fork, and looked at the door of the wide open storage room and wanted to walk in directly.

Wei Jin immediately stopped Zhu Zheng: "I've already gone in, don't go in and destroy the scene!" ”。

"That's right! Right! Zhu Zheng immediately nodded and said, "Or you're right, what should we do next?" ”。

"You call the police," Wei Jin said immediately.

When Zhu Zheng heard this, he immediately subconsciously reached out and touched the pocket on his body, and touched his plush thighs as soon as he touched it. looked up at Wei Jin and said, "Where do you see where I can install a mobile phone."

"That's right!" Wei Jin looked at the fork of the flower pants on Zhu Zheng's body, and then he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed 110.

"Is there anything we need to deal with?" The phone rang twice, and it went on immediately. The sweet voice of the policewoman's sister came.

But now Wei Jin was not in the mood to listen to any sweet voice, and immediately opened his mouth and said: "Our house has been burglarized, hurry up and send someone over!" ”。

"Okay, tell me the address, and ask if you found anything missing?" The policewoman continued.

"Three paintings," Wei Jin said quickly.

"How much is it worth?"

"More than 10 million," Wei Jin said suddenly.

"Oh. I got it. Send someone over now! Wei Jin's speed of speech was too fast, and the police who answered the phone heard more than 10 million into more than 1,000, but if someone called the police, even if it was more than 1,000 yuan, the police would have to be dispatched.

Shicheng is the provincial capital city after all, and in less than five minutes, a police car stopped at the door of Fang Yi's small courtyard with a whining sound. I saw Wei Jin and Zhu Zheng standing at the door.

The young policeman who was the co-pilot jokingly said to his colleague: "Living in such a big house, it is worth this person to call the police if he loses more than 1,000 yuan!" The richer the person, the more he picks the door."

"Let's do our job," the policeman said, turning off the fire, and got out of the car.

"Who called the police two of you?" The policeman who was driving asked the two people at the door.

Colleagues began to ask, and the two of them partnered for a day or two, and they were already familiar with the police. The policeman who turned out to be in the passenger seat took out a small notebook and prepared to take notes.

"It's me who called the police," Wei Jin said.

Listen to Wei Jin. The police motioned for Wei Jin to take him to the place where he lost his things.

Waiting for Wei Jin to take him into the basement, the policeman looked at the big paintings left on the wall, and felt that this matter was not estimated to be a matter of one or two thousand yuan, of course, the painter village police knew that how could a person who could live in such a standard small building have more than a thousand yuan for a painting, let alone three.

Without waiting for this person to speak, the young policeman who had come to record opened his mouth and said: "More than 1,000 yuan is not enough for us to file a case, next time you should be careful, come to the room and fill out two forms."

"More than 1,000 yuan is not enough to file a case?" Zhu Zheng looked at the young policeman and said, "That's enough for you to file a case, you can talk about it, I look forward to thieves stealing enough for this number!" ”。

"This comrade, it's not right for you to say this," the young policeman said.

Where did Wei Jin have the mood to argue with the police: "More than a thousand?" Three works are more than 10 million, to say the least! Who told you more than a thousand! ”。

"More than 10 million?" The young policeman's hand trembled, and the policeman who led the team also tightened his face when he heard it, and looked at Wei Jin who was speaking.

Wei Jin looked at the faces of the two and said, "Of course it's more than 10 million!" What I lost were Fang Yi's three oil paintings, you can ask any auction house and say that 10 million is too much for me to say."

Lost more than 10 million, where can two 110 police officers deal with it, the two of them took a look and walked out and reported the situation to their own office.

Fang Yi's works were stolen in three? The news soon spread to the city bureau, and how to look at the theft case of more than 10 million yuan is a big case, of course, it must be reported to the city bureau.

Now that the police force was organized, the criminal investigators were sent to the car, and they came to Fang Yi's studio in a small car. As for the two police officers who came forward, they were appointed to guard the scene.

Waiting for the criminal investigators to come over, the young policeman asked his old colleague, "Are the three paintings really worth more than 10 million?" ”。

"You don't know who Fang Yi is?" The old policeman asked rhetorically.

"You know the way?" The young policeman asked.

The old policeman said: "Well, I heard that one of his paintings costs more than 100 million US dollars abroad, and now he has lost three paintings, and it will be 10 million yuan."

Sizzle! As soon as the young policeman heard that a painting would cost 1 million or 100,000 yuan and it was US dollars, and if it was converted into 1 to 8 yuan, it would be more than 10 million yuan for a painting. There are more than 10 million of them, and more than 30 million of them went directly.

"It's still promising to paint," the young policeman looked at the house, and then thought that a painting would be enough for him to eat for a lifetime, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Soon the criminal investigators arrived at the scene, took some photos, and heard that there is surveillance here, not only in the house, but also on the road in the village, there are a lot of cameras, and the police who led the team immediately sent a policeman to see the surveillance in the village, and a female police officer followed Zhu Zheng to see what the surveillance captured.

Zhu Zheng walked towards the room with a young policewoman, and quickly turned on the computer, and two thieves appeared on the screen with hoods. Here I saw the shape of the thief and the clothes he was wearing, and the investigators over there had found the location of the thief's entry and exit from the wall.

To say that the police who came for the second time were really professional, one clue after another, and suspicious characters were listed. After checking the house here, even the things taken by the surveillance camera at Fang Yi's house were taken away by this gang of policemen.

Looking at the policemen who had left all at once, Lu Qikun, who heard the sound, asked Wei Jin and the others, "Fang Yi's painting was stolen?" ”。

"Hmmm! Three paintings" Zhu Zheng said: "I don't know if Lu Dao can be found back, if you can't find it, it will be troublesome."

Wei Jin said: "Wait for Fang Yi to call him when it is dawn" The time difference between Paris and this side is seven hours, and Fang Yi may not have gotten up yet.

"It's a bit of a blame for me, what kind of sleep do you have nothing to do," Zhu Zheng said with a little self-reproach.

"Who would have thought of this" Lu Qikun patted Zhu Zheng on the shoulder after speaking: "Don't worry, even if you can't catch it back, Fang Yi won't blame you."

"He doesn't blame us, we feel uncomfortable," Wei Jin said with a sigh. With that, he turned and walked towards the house.

Looking at the time, according to Fang Yi's habit, he had already gotten up at this time, and Wei Jin called the phone.

"What? And gangsters entered the studio to steal paintings? There is nothing wrong with you people" Fang Yi was a little nervous when he heard this, Fang Yidao was not worried about his paintings, but worried about his friends, some people didn't even want their lives for money, in case Wei Jin and a few people were injured, he would be sad to think about it in his life.

Hearing Wei Jin say that people are fine, even dogs are fine, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good!" If you don't have a painting, you can paint it again, and it's great that you don't have anything to do. Well! Round heads and flat heads are fine! ”。

"Leave the following matter to the police, don't worry too much" Fang Yi comforted his friends and said, "Painting is also a dead object if it is valuable!" ”。

After enlightening his friends a few words, Fang Yi put down the phone. Not to mention the lives of a few friends, even if someone pointed a knife at the neck of the round head or flat head and asked Fang Yi for a painting, Fang Yi would not hesitate if he was afraid. It's not that Fang Yi is sympathetic or anything, there are so many people hanging in this world every day, if everyone has compassion for Fang Yi, don't let it go.

Putting down the phone, Fang Yi couldn't help but say to himself: "The black hand has reached out to me to paint, it seems that the painting can't be stored in the painting storage room, this person is not safe to live in the studio." Thinking of this, Fang Yi called his father and asked him to open a safe in the bank and put all his remaining works in it. (To be continued......)