A touch of confusion and loss drifted through Chen Yufei's eyes. "It's unbelievable that Brother Yijie, whom I have admired and admired since I was a child, is actually the same ......" She realized that her expression was inappropriate, and wanted to say it tactfully, but she didn't know how to say it, so she became distracted, "Of course...... You have...... There are options...... Freedom of Sexual Orientation...... But...... But ......"

"Don't do it, that's the end of the topic." Cheng Yijie was reluctant to continue this topic, "I should go, investigate any new progress, and if it is convenient, please tell me about the trouble." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Chen Yufei asked suddenly.

Cheng Yijie was slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"

"I just feel like you're not an ordinary person." Chen Yufei has the unique sensitivity of a criminal policeman, "It's not just as simple as relying on your 'ghost eye talent' to assist us in investigating the case, you also have an unusual identity." ”

"What kind of identity do you think it is?" Cheng Yijie asked with a smile.

"It's hard to say yet, but I choose to trust you completely." Chen Yufei's eyes were firm, "We have known each other for so many years, I believe that I will not look away." ”

Cheng Yijie was still smiling. "Then I want to thank you for your trust in me."

Mu Qingcheng sat in front of the window, it had been several hours, she had bid farewell to Lin Ningzhi at the funeral home, and after returning to the dormitory, she had been sitting there, watching the scene outside the window from twilight to bright lights. She stared at the lights that flickered in the night, and her eyes were extremely confused. She promised Cheng Yijie that she would move back to live tonight. However, she was extremely reluctant to go back, and it was like a canary flying back into her cage to her, and she was terrified and frightened at the thought of her future life.

Outside the dormitory, the corridor was dark and silent. A dark shadow went up the stairs, and instead of pressing the lighting energy-saving light switch on the wall, the visitor opened the security door of the dormitory with a professional tool in the dark, dodged in, and closed the door.

Li Yanshan was not there, Mu Qingcheng was the only one in the dormitory, she was still in a daze in her room, and the door was open. From the outside, her back can be seen curled up in a chair. She sat there pondering, as if her mind was filled with eternal thoughts and eternal sorrows. The black eyes, which became misty with a little gray, turned quietly.

The dark shadow approached her silently, and before she could notice any movement, she was covered by a handkerchief. The person who came carried Mu Qingcheng, who was stunned, out of the dormitory, and went down the stairs in the dark.

When Mu Qingcheng woke up, he was lying in a dark room. There was a soft bed underneath her, and she was dazed and confused for a moment, not knowing where she was or what had happened. She sat up and looked out in the darkness. The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and she closed her eyes, barely adjusting to the sudden light. She could see clearly that it was a windowless room, a bed, a long table, all the furnishings. On the table was a long brocade box, which was supposed to contain something like a scroll.

With a "clang" sound, a hole opened in the door, and a strange voice processed by a voice changer came in, speaking in English: "Miss Mu, I took the liberty of bringing you here to ask you for a favor." ”

"How can you help?" Mu Qingcheng became nervous.

"Open the brocade box on the table." The voice ordered, "Take out the painting inside." ”

Mu Qingcheng approached the long brocade box, and opened it with a slight tremor in his hands. Taken aback at the sight of the scroll inside, she carefully opened it and spread it out on the table.

"Take a closer look, is that painting a copy of the Song people of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" that you restored?" The strange voice came again.

Mu Qingcheng's eyes widened, looking at the picture scroll in front of her in a daze, and her heart began to beat rapidly, making her flustered and uneasy. It seems that this painting is a copy of the Song Dynasty copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" stolen from the Xi Temporary Museum, but the other party is not sure whether it is genuine or fake, so he asked her to identify it?

To identify the authenticity of paintings, it is necessary to rely on the style characteristics of the painting and calligraphy works, the specific content of the works and other aspects. The Song people's copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" was restored by her for more than half a year, and she is already very familiar with the original itself, so she will not be mistaken. She quickly recognized that it was not genuine, but what amazed her was the skill of the counterfeiter to the point where she could tell the truth if she were not too familiar with the painting. In particular, even the pieces of paper that she patched on the back and were the same size as the holes, and even the folds that she pasted on the creases, were almost identical, which can be described as "the peak".

Those who can forge must have carefully read the original work that was restored by her hand. Her mind was racing, and the museum leaders trusted her so much that they entrusted her with the restoration of the paintings. After the restoration of the painting, except for two cultural relics appraisal experts, no one else in the museum has been in contact, and after the identification, it was directly packed and sealed, and handed over to the Overseas Chinese Museum, and then stored in the cultural relics warehouse of the Overseas Chinese Museum until it was transported back to the museum for exhibition. After being transported back to the museum, it is impossible to complete the forgery in such a short time, even if someone else has access to it.

She was confident that the two experts would not be involved in the fraud, and that they did not know her method of restoration and did not have the opportunity to explore it. Then, during the period between her restoration and completion, there was only one person who had completely and carefully read the Song people's copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", and that was Cheng Yijie!

Cheng Yijie has twice entered the calligraphy and painting restoration room. For the first time, he sat on the sidelines and watched her mend the small holes in the paintings, looked at them for a long time, and then asked her the secret of repairing the calligraphy and paintings. The second time, he said that "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" was the focus of the first batch of research and development, and as the leader of the R&D team, he needed to take a good look at the original work and find more inspiration. At that time, he hugged her from behind, and while admiring the painting, he teased her, praised her for the good repair, and the parts that had been fully colored, and there were no traces at all, and asked her how she did it.

Although Mu Qingcheng did not see Cheng Yijie's brushwork, she had seen the portrait sketch of the suspect he completed in the hospital ward, and her skills were extraordinary. Coupled with his extraordinary eyesight and outstanding talent, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the fake in front of her was Cheng Yijie's masterpiece. This reminds me that the fake that was stolen from the museum and hung in the exhibition hall should also be his handiwork. Her heart was beating a little, she breathed deeply, nervous and frightened. She had suspected before that Cheng Yijie and Jim were in a gang, if it was really him who assisted Jim and used the fake painting to buy time to steal the real painting, then why did another fake appear now, and the other party also hijacked her here and asked her to verify the authenticity? Is that guy outside the door Jim, or is it someone else?

"How's that, can you give me an answer?" The strange voice sounded again.

Mu Qingcheng shuddered at ease. "How do I answer?" She trembled and thought, what is the purpose of Cheng Yijie's fraud, is it to hide from Jim? What about the real painting, where is the real painting that was stolen?

She had a chill down her spine and sweat dripping from her forehead. If the lie is exposed, she knows exactly what the end will be. However, in the midst of extreme panic and uneasiness, the potentially deep, stupid thoughts suddenly emerged. "It should be true." She burst out that if Cheng Yijie was trying to deceive Jim, she could protect him by lying. If not, there is still room for maneuver, which may make Jim mistakenly think that Cheng Yijie's fraud skills are too clever, and even she has been deceived.

"Are you sure?" The other party used a skeptical tone.

Mu Qingcheng gritted his teeth, and simply let it go, his tone firm: "Sure!" ”

After a brief silence, the lights in the room suddenly went out again, and the surroundings were plunged into total darkness.

Mu Qingcheng heard the sound of the door opening, and someone walked in. A large, powerful hand clamped her shoulder, and she smelled the strange smell of tobacco in the passer. Before he could struggle, he was covered by a handkerchief and fainted again.

That night, Cheng Yijie received a call from Jim, telling him that there was a gift at the door of his residence and asking him to go back and check it as soon as possible. He hurried back and found Mu Qingcheng fainted on the ground outside the door, unconscious. He carried her into the house, upstairs, and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

Mu Qingcheng slowly woke up from the coma, a familiar room, a familiar scene, Cheng Yijie turned his back to her, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked up at the oil paintings hanging on the wall.

"Why am I here?" She asked, suspicious.

Cheng Yijie turned around and approached her. "When I returned, I saw you fainting at the door."

"I was taken away in a stun in my dorm room, and the person who took me was supposed to be Jim." Mu Qingcheng knew that his words were reserved, and tried to get a hint in his eyes. But those brown eyes were as calm as water, and did not stir up the slightest wave.

"What is his purpose?" He asked calmly.

"Let me verify the authenticity of a painting." Mu Qingcheng replied truthfully, "It is the copy of the Song people of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" stolen from our museum. ”

Cheng Yijie's eyes lit up slightly. "Is the result of your appraisal true or false?"

"Although it looks very much like the real thing, however, the Song Ren copy was restored by me, and I can safely say that it is a fake." She stared into his eyes, the protective color was too dark for her to see.

"That's what you told him?"

She shook her head slowly. "No, I told him that the painting was real."

In his eyes, a spark finally flashed. "Why?"

"Because my gut told me that you forged that painting." She asked rhetorically, "Tell me first, is my intuition accurate?" ”