It is said that Lin Zhijie was already waiting for Mu Qingyang in one of the interrogation rooms. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is in charge of a middle-aged man who looks like a red and black crab, and he is not bad.

Lin Zhijie is a beautiful man, but there are more beautiful men than him. His weak and helpless temperament may easily arouse women's desire to protect, but from the perspective of the same sex, I really want to say to him: Please hold your head up and your chest high? With his lack of stance, it can be difficult to become a good stage actor......

Forget it, it's none of your business anyway.

"Can you prove my innocence?"

Lin Zhijie made a tone that was almost coquettish, and stared at Li Qing intently, without even looking at Mu Qingyang.

His expression seemed to be very sure that his appearance would arouse female sympathy.

"Unless you are really innocent, we will prove you guilty. Even if you are not in my district at the moment, when the results are in, I may formally arrest you, and I can tell from a clue that the unfashionable painter Chang Qian is dead. ”

Lin Zhijie gasped and held his head with both hands.

"Chang Qian is dead? Oh, how could anyone commit such a cruel murder! How could such a bloody thing come across! How could such a tragic turn of events happen! ”

Then a half-humming, half-mocking voice replied, "Why is your reaction so exaggerated!" Why are your words so hollow! How can your surprise be so hypocritical! ”

Lin Zhijie closed his mouth and looked at the source of the voice, the owner of this voice was needless to say that it was Li Qing, she looked at the young actor, and her eyes revealed explicit contempt.

"I said you, if you really want to become a full-time actor, it's best to practice a unique way of expression, like you are so poor in words, the level is about the same as that of a primary school student."

Lin Zhijie's face burst with anger and disappointment, and he looked as if he wanted to refute it, but he didn't say anything because of his lack of words or because he felt the need to reorganize the battle plan.

Li Qing looked back at the agent in charge.

"Can you show me the paintings that were left on site?"

"Okay, this way, please."

The detective, who seemed to be still groping for what attitude to face Li Qing, led the way to the underground evidence storage room. Although the neem building is old, the door to the storage room is brand new and must be opened by pressing the code button.

The painting they looked for was titled "The Cannibal".

In the background, a gray palette of gray tones, in the foreground is a young woman, her eyes and mouth wide open in fear, her hands raised in all directions, her clothes torn and her white skin exposed.

The whole picture lacks strong charm and originality, and the late Chang Qian certainly deserves sympathy, but he doesn't seem to be as talented as an illustrator as he imagined.

The most important point is that the blank space in the painting, which is quite unnatural, and the paint has fallen off, revealing the canvas underneath, which shows a giant with his hands raised and horns on his head.

Could it be that the ogre in the painting ran out and ate the painter and then disappeared? This idea is so ridiculous, so Mu Qingyang didn't blurt it out easily, I believe that ordinary people would do it.

However, Li Qing never had the word "hesitation" in her dictionary, and she stood up proudly and asserted categorically: "I know who the prisoner is, and there is no doubt that the ogre in the painting ran out and ate the painter, and then disappeared!" ”

The old agent frowned slightly, opened his mouth but closed it without saying anything, because he had exercised extreme restraint. Mu Qingyang sympathized with him, but pressure like this was already a daily routine for him.

"Thank you so much for being able to find the prisoner so quickly."

After a long time, the old detective finally managed to squeeze out his voice, Li Qing nodded arrogantly, and Mu Qingyang also pretended to continue the conversation as casually as possible.

"The question is how do you arrest the prisoner? Will the court issue a warrant of arrest for the cannibal in the painting? ”

It seems that this sentence is not in time, and the detective is almost spewing fire when he raises his face.

"It's all up to me, but I need information about this case to find out where the culprit is."

"Where's the information?"

"Law Enforcement Bureau, my office, I have to look for it, assistant, follow me."

Li Qing's high heels and heels stepped on the heels of loud steps and left, Mu Qingyang thanked the agent and chased after him, seeing the agent's expression, it was certain that he had lost the trust of his friends. However, from Mu Qingyang's standpoint, he could only obey his boss, although Li Qing's words sounded clueless, but there was one point that he minded.

In the car returning to the Law Enforcement Bureau, Mu Qingyang asked Li Qing, "What you mean by this means that the paint that paints cannibals is alive?" ”

The same can be said. However, the correct explanation is that the paint is mixed with special microorganisms, and when this microorganism comes into contact with light, it wakes up from suspended animation and begins to move, and then eats the humans present, which is roughly the case. ”

"Does this microorganism really exist?"

Asking questions is Watson's obligation, and Mu Qingyang's dear Holmes lady flashed a cat that suddenly ran out with her superb driving skills.

"According to a British magazine I read before, there is a microorganism called a bear bug, which academics call a tardigrade, which can survive in a harsh environment of minus 253 degrees Celsius and a pressure of 6,000 millibars."

"Six thousand millibars!?"

"It can cause the humidity of the body to drop significantly, so it can withstand ultra-high air pressure, and the whole body is dried in a powder state, which is called the 'suspended animation state', and there are more extreme cases of the same kind of bear insects called 'dormant state', which can be restored at any time."

Her Majesty has returned to the Enforcement Service.

The crisp sound of stepping on high heels attracted everyone's attention. Even those who were hostile and disgusted to her (i.e., most of the people involved in the Law Enforcement Agency) had to admit that her posture and movements were full of beauty, with her knees not bent, her slender calves straight forward, and her back stretched straight and straight, as majestic as when she met her defeated Majesty in a conquered land.

The bookcase in Li Qing's office was full of strange old books, and only she could understand the title and content of the books, which is why she had to come back to confirm them in person.

At this time, she pulled out a thick foreign book from the corner of the bookcase. It seems to be a book in Spanish, but other than that, Mu Qingyang doesn't slaughter sheep, and the leather cover looks like a dictionary.

He graduated from the university's English department and studied French as a second foreign language, and the reason why he chose French instead of German was because he wanted to read mystery novels in the original French texts, such as Lupin the Strange Thief, The Criminal Police of May or The Phantom of the Opera, etc.; German literature does not have a tradition of mystery novels, and Mu Qingyang, a fan of mystery novels, naturally chose French.

In this way, Mu Qingyang is quite fluent in English and French? Of course...... It's impossible. Mu Qingyang's English level is about a little better than that of middle school students, and he only remembers a few words in French, and in terms of language, Mu Qingyang is far inferior to Li Qing.

"Translated into Chinese, it should be 'The Book of Witchcraft'."

"What is your impression of sixteenth-century Spain?"

"I want to think about it...... Age of Discovery, Armada, Witch Trial, Don Quixote, Native American Massacre...... That's about it. ”

Mu Qingyang flipped through the world history textbook in his mind and reluctantly replied.

"Not bad! Don Quixote's novel, published in the early 17th century, is about Spanish society in the 16th century, and in this novel there is a villain named Barbedi. ”

There are many stories collected in this novel, and Babedi is cruel and insatiable, so Mu Qingyang only remembers him as "the villain in the story".

In 1598, he mysteriously disappeared from his home in Trede, Spain.

"At that time, five tons of gold and three hundred tons of silver were transported across the Atlantic to Spain every year, which would have been trillions of dollars in modern currency."

"But it has to cost a lot."

"Almost equal to zero."

Li Qing unceremoniously examined her assertion.

"If you think about it, you don't have to spend on personnel costs from the beginning."

"Ah...... That's right. ”

The Spaniards treated the Native Americans, known as "Indians," as if they were domestic animals, and therefore did not have to pay a penny for personnel. As a soldier, Barbedi supervised the work of the local mines for five years, and returned to his native Spain after exchanging the blood and tears of tens of thousands of indigenous people for mountains of gold and silver treasures.

So the inexhaustible supply of gold and silver made Spain rich, but it made the always industrious Spaniards more and more lazy, and it was only a matter of course. Later, it was the Jews who replaced the hard-working Spaniards, who no longer endured hardships, and became the driving force of the economy. ”

Then he entered the world of Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice", and the antipathy against the Jews swept across Europe.

During the same period, there was a revolt in Spain caused by persecuted Protestants, but it was quickly suppressed. Babedi dealt with the incident with extreme brutality, even killing Protestant babies and extorting large sums of money from Jews who had nothing to do with him, including torture as accomplices.

Later, Babedi was discharged from the army and lived a leisurely retirement.

Barbedi's actions made him the object of hatred, resentment, and curse of the Indians, Jews, and Protestants, and in a phrase "only bullying the weak, despicable and wicked", but I heard that this person was a standard good husband and father at home. This is a common occurrence, as is the case with the guards at Auschwitz.

The most special thing is that Barbedi also had a talent for painting, and the most famous painter in Spain at that time was El El ? Greg, whose real name is Demenik? Theotekpros and Babedi have a strong sense of competition against this person. In the eyes of Mu Qingyang, who is a descendant, he only thinks: "Put Er? Gregor is now a fierce rival? This guy can't help himself." However, no matter what the achievements of any great man is, in the eyes of his contemporaries, it is just "luck".

Babedi worked hard to paint and also received the praise he deserved, just with El? Gregor was 108,000 miles apart.

Babedi was so agitated that he blamed the poor quality of the paint, the poor use of the paintbrush, and began to shift the blame to others, and a servant was blinded by a drunken Barbedi who poked him in the eye with a pen. As a result, Babedi's reputation plummeted, and he became more and more rude.

One day, an elderly Jewish businessman came to visit Barbedi's mansion.

"The small one acquired a set of miraculous pigments imported from the Americas, which were made by collecting mushrooms produced in the inland jungles of the Nuyeb royal domain, and when they came into contact with the light, they would squirm slightly, and when they painted with this pigment, the scenery in the painting would be as if they were alive."

The Nuyeb Crown was a very large land that spanned present-day Mexico, Venezuela, and the entire region of Central America and the West Indies, so the term "hinterland" is a rather rough term, but Babedi did not question that as long as it could surpass El? Gregor, even with the help of demonic powers, did not hesitate, but he still pretended to be cautious, and replied arrogantly: "I think your words are suspicious. I don't need to rely on paint for my talents, but I can try and see, and keep all the paint you have on hand, and I'll pay you later. ”

"Excuse me, but half of the paint is El? Gregot-Gregot's ...... I remember the price was 1,000 columns......"

At that time, the 1,000 columns were said to be a month's income for a star-level medical practitioner, which was outrageous in terms of pigments. Greg's name, and Barbedi was in a state of inconsequence, and in the end he paid 2,500 columns to buy all the paint, with a threatening tone, of course.

"If you dare to lie to me, I will cut your veins and release the blood of your body for the pig to drink."

So Babedi spent his days in a luxurious studio with the "magic paint", intending to complete a painting on a huge canvas called "Lucifer Banished to Hell". Even the family members were forbidden to enter the studio, and only one servant, who had been in the studio for more than thirty years, brought the food to the door of the studio twice a day, and so it was the evening of the fiftieth day......

"It's done, it's done! Lucifer's whole body moves with the light! ”

The ecstatic cheers were heard even by the servants, but the servants did not enter the studio, but left a large plate of red wine, bread, and cariano (a stew pot mixed with chicken, rabbit, and vegetables) at the door. When the food was delivered the next day, the servant found that yesterday's food was still at the door and had cooled, and the family broke into the door after discussion, only to see a canvas in the center of the studio, clothes and painting tools scattered all over the ground, but there was no trace of the master, the huge painting had been completed, but the demon king in the center of the picture was only left with a large blank outline.

“…… Did you catch the prisoner? ”

"How can I catch it, I'm not in sixteenth-century Spain."

"Oh, that's what I said, that's what I said."

"You can just say it again, but even if I know who the culprit is, I won't necessarily arrest him."

"Is it based on sympathy?"

"Thank you, thank you for making a 10,000-strong person disappear without a trace."

At that time, it was the "bear insect" that was mixed into the paint, which was recorded in the original Spanish document in Li Qing's hand.

"This book has not yet been translated into Chinese, so it stands to reason that only people who can understand Spanish will know that magic pigments exist."

After finishing speaking, Li Qing ordered Mu Qingyang to contact the agents of the Xishan Branch, Mu Qingyang bowed frequently into the phone microphone, and begged him to let them meet Lin Zhijie again.

An hour later, in front of the old detective with a displeased face, as if he had half a dozen bitter worms in his mouth, Li Qing accused Lin Zhijie indiscriminately: "You killed Chang Qian, bring me the truth!" ”

"Oh oh - how can there be such an excessive accusation! How could there be such irrational speculation! How can there be such perjury fabricated out of thin air! ”

"My acting skills have improved a little, and I have learned to control my voice this time, but I am still far from the road to first-class."

Li Qing's ridicule made Lin Zhijie's attitude change, revealing an expression of no one in his eyes and slamming back: "What about you?" The first-class detective is perfunctory and sloppy, and he convicts me casually without evidence, and you don't follow the procedure at all! ”

"I'm not top-notch."

"Yo, I can't imagine that you also have a time of modesty?"

"What idiots do you say, I'm not first-class but super first-class, so this kind of thing can be saved by program."

Lin Zhijie was speechless for a moment and replaced him...... In fact, he couldn't say that, the old detective whispered to Mu Qingyang at this time: "Hey, hey!" Xiao Mu, is it really okay to hand over this matter to her? ”

"Well, don't worry, just take the Titanic yourself."

"Isn't that the end of that!?"

The pressure of the old agent poured out vigorously with his voice, and he glared angrily at Li Qingshuang's back.

Speaking of Li Qing, she was stubbornly asking the unfashionable actor Lin Zhijie, because her voice was too low and the speed of speaking was too fast, Mu Qingyang couldn't hear it clearly, but Lin Zhijie's voice could be heard.

"What are you talking about, can you speak in words I understand?"

After saying that, he reached for the interrogation table and picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth, because the air was dry and he had just spoken loudly, so that his throat was thirsty, and he leaned up to the ceiling and poured the tea into his throat in one gulp. (To be continued.) )