Lin Di's words reminded Zhao Zimeng: "Captain, do you want to take it to the technical department and ask Director Ran to identify it." ”

"Zimeng, that's a good idea." Linghu Yunfei said, "If we confirm that the contents of the diary were written by Lian Luo Dan alone, we will also die." ”

"I'll give Director Ran a call." Zhao Zimeng walked to the desk and picked up the phone.

Director Ran's name is Ran Yuqing, he has been engaged in handwriting identification work for nearly 20 years, and he is quite famous in the national public security system.

Zhao Zimeng quickly dialed Director Ran's house: "Hey, is it Director Ran?" ”

"I'm Ran Yuqing, Captain Zhao, what do you command."

"Director Ran, we would like to ask you to identify your handwriting."

"Okay, I'll go back to the technical department now, and I'll be there in half an hour."

"I'll send someone to pick you up."

"No, I'll ride a bike, you can just wait for me in the technical department."

In less than half an hour, everyone waited for Director Ran, who came in a hurry. The attendant Xiao Liu opened the door of the other room, and Director Ran led Zhao Zimeng and his party in.

On a rectangular table, eight microscopes are placed.

Ran Yuqing walked up to a microscope: "Captain Zhao, please tell me the specific requirements." ”

"Director Ran, that's the case, we just have a little doubt."

Director Ran waved his hand: "Our job is to dispel doubts. Director Ran wanted to dispel Zhao Zimeng's concerns.

We all know that Zhao Zimeng and his comrades are just unwilling, they didn't find any problems in their handwriting, and they can't even talk about doubts. They only wanted to do an elimination - this was not a simple one, and if there was no problem with the handwriting identification, the comrades could withdraw from the Ming Chen'an.

Zhao Zimeng took the black-colored diary from Lin Di's hand and flipped to the place where the first interval was: "You identify the handwriting before and after, as well as these two diaries, and see if there is a slight difference in the handwriting." ”

"Captain Zhao, sit down." Director Ran sat on the bench, first folded the place that Zhao Zimeng had opened, and then looked at it one by one, and then used the folded place as the central axis to visually inspect the more than a dozen pages before and after.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Ten minutes later, Director Ran opened the drawer under the table, took out a handwriting identification report from it, and then placed the words on the diary under the lens of the microscope. Look at the front one, then look at the back one, look at the words on a few blue journals, then look at the words on a few black journals, and so on, and finally, look at the reverse side of the paper very carefully.

Alchem Luo Dan has two habits of keeping a diary, first, one diary per page; Second, only the front side of each piece of paper is written, and the back side is not written. Finally, Director Ran looked at some of the contents of the blue diary again (it was selective), focusing on some words that often appeared in the diary.

Half an hour later, Director Ran took out a fountain pen from the pocket of his uniform and wrote down the following content on the appraisal report: the font and size are exactly the same, but the fluency of the pen movement has been significantly weakened, and the pressure has also changed significantly.

Zhao Zimeng seemed to have read the content of the appraisal report: "Director Ran, the words behind are not written by the same person. ”

"Yes." While answering, Director Ran wrote the following sentence in the conclusion column of the appraisal report: "The latter is imitation. ”

Seven people were excited.

"Director Ran, please tell us more about it." Lin Didao, the most excited is her, it is she who proposed a technical appraisal of the handwriting.

"The imitator can only imitate the shape and the habit of moving the pen, and as for the fluency and strength of the pen movement cannot reach the same level as the imitated, you see-"

Director Ran flipped the black-colored diary to the fold and pointed out the content of the front and back paragraphs to everyone, "Because the imitator often writes the same font, it is both natural and smooth, and the imitator's pen is relatively light, and the imitator is different, she wants to imitate other people's fonts, and she can't do what she wants, so the fluency will be greatly reduced." ”

"The imitator moves the pen more strongly, you see-" Director Ran showed the front and back of a piece of paper to everyone, "because the imitator is more forceful, so we can see some raised strokes from the reverse side of the paper, and then you look at the words of the imitater," Director Ran showed the front and back of a piece of paper to everyone.

This time, everyone understood that Lian Luodan's handwriting was relatively light, and the raised strokes could not be seen on the reverse side.

"It's the best mimicry I've ever seen. Whether it is the font, or the characteristics of the pen and the size of the word, this person imitates it very similarly. Director Ran said, "But in terms of fluency and pen movement, it can't be exactly the same as being imitated." ”

"The traces of imitation are particularly obvious in some common words, which are natural and fluent under the pen of the imitater, and the imitator shows difficulty and stiffness when writing these words."

"So, I can be sure that the diary behind the fold is a copy."

After bidding farewell to Director Ran, several people returned to the criminal investigation team to continue to study the case.

Originally, the comrades' investigation had reached a dead end, but they did not expect a sudden turnaround, and Abbot Huijue revealed a big flaw in his diary.

The seven people reached a consensus: whether Lian Luo Dan is dead or alive, she must not have walked out of Mingchen Nunnery, Qing Shui and other young nuns have never left Mingchen Nunnery, there must be something wrong with Ming Chenan, and this is what the anonymous note wants to tell everyone.

Everyone also thought of a deeper question: why did Abbot Huijue, who was unwelcoming to the comrades stationed in Mingchen Nunnery, change so much in one day and hand over Alchemist Luodan's diary?

"Zimeng, last night, when we passed by the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the way to the Tibetan Scripture Hall - in the Jingwu Hall - the cloak on Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly moved." Linghu Yunfei said.

"Someone must be following and spying on us." Xiang Daimo said.

"Last night, we went to the Tibetan Scripture Hall and wanted to take a look inside the meditation room where the miscellaneous items were piled up." Lin Di thought thoughtfully.

"There's probably something wrong with that meditation room." Xiao Luhan said.

"At that time, we also decided to ask the locksmith Master Qian to go up the mountain." Xiang Daimo said.

"Well, there must be something wrong with the Hidden Scripture Hall, especially the room where the miscellaneous items are piled up, and Abbot Huijue is afraid that we will find something, so he threw out Alchem Luodan's diary to draw our attention to Alchem Leya. At the same time, a message is conveyed to us: Alchemy Luo Dan has indeed left Ming Chen Nunnery, so looking for Alchemy Luo Dan in Ming Chen Nunnery will be fruitless.

Zhao Zimeng immediately decided to kill back to Mingchen Nunnery immediately.

The car drove out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau and drove straight to the entrance of Sanshan Street.

Zhao Zimeng looked at his watch, and the time was 9:45.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the intersection, five people got out of the car, and on the northeast corner of the street, there was a small shop.

Zhao Zimeng walked to the front of the store, only to see clearly that there was a sign hanging on the door, and the words "Qian Ji Lock Shop" were written on it.

Zhao Zimeng once sent someone here, but because Master Qian was not at home, he could only give up temporarily.

The inside of the shop was darkly lit, and only two or three shops on the whole street were lit.

Lindy knocked on the door three times.

There was a quick reaction in the store: "Who! ”

Xiang Daimo walked to the door: "Master Qian, we have something to do with you." ”

"Who are you?"

"We belong to the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"Wait, I'll open the door for you."

Soon, the lights in the store came on. After a while, everyone heard footsteps.

The deadbolt moved, and immediately after, the door opened.

Inside the door stood an old man, dressed and looking at the few people standing outside the door.

"Master Qian, I'm sorry to disturb you late at night."

"Please come and sit in the shop."

"Master Qian, don't sit down, we want you to come with us."

"Okay, you guys wait a minute, I'll bring the guy who eats."

The old man turned back to the house, and when he came out, he carried a black leather bag in his hand.

The old man was followed by an old lady with a dress draped over her body.

The reason why Zhao Zimeng decided to return to Mingchen Nunnery that night was a little worried in his heart, if there was a problem with the meditation room in the Tibetan Scripture Hall, then Abbot Huijue would not let the problem be there.

Diverting the attention of the comrades may have been only one of the purposes of Abbot Huijue, and the main purpose was probably to hide for himself - or to divert evidence of the crime - to buy time.

The old lady waited for the comrades to get into the car before entering the shop and closing the door.

The comrades knocked on the door twice before knocking on the door of the Ming Chen Nunnery, it is no wonder that after nightfall, the Buddha is not open to the outside world, so the door of the temple is not open to the outside at night, since the comrades stationed in the Ming Chen Nunnery, the temple had to change the old yellow calendar.

The door was opened by an elderly nun. The old nun didn't say anything, she let a few people into the nunnery, closed the door, plugged in the door, and walked into the gatehouse—there was a gatehouse on the right side of the nunnery, and the old nun was supposed to be the gatekeeper.

The group went directly to the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

The arrival of the comrades alarmed Master Chen, who was sleeping.

Everyone didn't want to alarm the craftsmen, and the sound of walking was low.

Master Chen walked up to Xiang Daimo, and the comrades visited the Tibetan Scripture Hall twice, and Master Chen already had a premonition.

"Master Chen, last night, since we left, has anyone entered this room?" Xiang Daimo pointed to the third room.

"No, but—" Master Chen spoke in a low voice.

"Master Chen, please speak." Zhao Zimeng walked up to Master Chen.

As they spoke, several people had already reached the door of the third room.

"Last night, I always felt a sound in this room – very quiet, but if you listen closely, you can still hear it."