Chapter 412: Nine hundred and ninety-nine dolls
"Team Wu, what's so funny about this? In a city like this with cultural heritage and historical allusions, any brick of Angkor is now a treasure. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info What's more, it is a puppet left over from the dynasty period. Mo Ziqi said naturally.
Captain Wu slapped his face excitedly and said, "Yes! That's right, it's Angkor. Xiao Meng turned out the information and pictures of their transactions from the Internet, proving that the broken straw man was something from the Angkor Dynasty and Mo III ......" Captain Wu finished speaking around his mouth, and he felt that his tongue/head was a little unfavorable.
"It's Holishavarman III." Mo Zitong answered lightly. If there really is a doll that is a product of that period, it is really valuable.
Mu Sen glanced at Mo Zitong with a smile, and there was a bit of arrogance in his eyes that even Captain Wu could see.
Captain Wu pursed his lips and said, "We are criminal police, not archaeology. I'm not interested in what kind of historical and cultural stuff you're talking about, anyway, that tattered doll is very valuable. β
Mu Sen looked at Mo Ziqi at this time and said, "That writer once said that he belongs to the authors of the classical school. I was thinking, what is classicism? Is it Bach, Mozart, Beethoven? Or David? Angel? Classical writers of the school? It sounds awkward, as if this person is writing classical Chinese or "Red Mansions". But if you think about it now, the classical school he said may be history. He loves historical artifacts and studies things that have a historical background. That's why I went to buy that Cambodian doll. β
"So what? Why are they killing each other? "Captain Wu still didn't understand what Mu Sen said about what they had to do with the things that happened to the dead now.
Mu Sen looked at Captain Wu helplessly and asked, "Who told you that they were killing each other?" What you should be thinking is, why did they gather here so 'coincidentally'? β
"Why?" Captain Wu is now imagining the Cambodian straw puppet, and he always feels that the only thing involved between these people is the puppet, and it really has nothing to do with this house.
Until Mu Sen said: "These people are people who know the value of dolls." Maybe. It's not that they haven't seen each other at all, but they have known each other through that transaction for a long time. This time I gathered here, not necessarily for the ancient mansion, but for the nine hundred and ninety-eight dolls collected in the ancient mansion. β
These words made Captain Wu slightly stunned, he really didn't think of this. Probably because he didn't care about the dolls at all, and he didn't understand what the value of those dolls was.
"So that's it. You can understand what the writer said to Xiao Rong before he died. He persuaded Xiao Rong that these dolls were worthless dead things, so it was better to exchange them for money. So, they had a premeditated plan to buy the dolls here? Mo Ziqi felt that this was really a bit incredible.
The three of them were silent for a few minutes, and then Mu Sen suddenly looked up and said, "Let's go, let's go down and find out the murderer while interrogating." β
"You already know who it is?" Captain Wu was very excited. When it comes to solving crimes, this is what he likes most most. When Mussen fully reasoned out the result. When the truth is uncovered step by step. That made him feel that it was the time to punish evil and promote good.
Mu Sen naturally did not answer Captain Wu, but took the lead and walked downstairs.
Everyone gathered in the hall on the first floor, but their mood was not restless, but they all seemed to be impetuous and anxious.
It's no wonder that so much has been experienced in this place in just one day and one night. In less than ten hours, two dead people were seen. This may not be in a good mood for anyone.
Mussen walked to the middle of the hall. Then he called Xiao Rong over and asked, "These people, did you know anyone before this?" β
"Nope." Xiao Rong lowered her head and replied.
"Okay. Then let me ask you another question, are the dolls in your collection room always nine hundred and ninety-eight? Mu Sen tilted his head and looked into Xiao Rong's eyes.
Xiao Rong inadvertently avoided Mu Sen's forced gaze. Whispered back, "Yes." β
Mu Sen shook his head in disappointment and said, "But I don't think so." As you can see from every brick and tile and decoration here, the owner here was a perfectionist before. Since the collected dolls have reached a certain limit, there should be a perfect number. For example, a thousand, for example, nine hundred and ninety-nine, it is fine. But nine hundred and ninety-eight. It always feels like it's a little bit off, doesn't it? β
Xiao Rong didn't speak, so she listened to Mu Sen continue: "I boldly think about it, maybe the most valuable place of this old mansion is not the mansion itself, but the dolls collected here. Originally, there may have been nine hundred and ninety-nine dolls, and ninety-nine was the extreme, and it was considered complete to collect so many. Now there is one less, and the one that is missing may be the antiquities handed down by the royal family of Angkor in Cambodia. Whether it's grass or cloth, even if it's stone, it doesn't stop its value. As my friend said, every stone in Angkor Wat is a historical relic, a treasure. β
"......" Hearing this, Xiao Rong's face changed slightly.
Not only her, but the expression of the old couple changed especially obviously. This is probably the biggest evidence that Moussen did not fail in reasoning. They all reacted to the puppet, which proves that the puppet really went out from here.
The three college students had been filming Mussen with a DV, and the young couple said impatiently: "We don't have time to care if we lost a puppet here." Two people have already died, and we don't want to be the third or fourth, and if you have nothing to investigate, then let us go. Who wants to stay in this kind of place? β
"Then why did you come in the first place?" Mussen asked.
"WhenγWasn't that curiosity at the beginning? How do we know if someone is really going to die? The man quibbled.
"Aren't you curious now? How did those two people die? You're right, it might really be your turn next. Because you and the two dead people will be killed for the same reason. Mu Sen said disapprovingly.
The man's eyes were a little red, he slapped the table and stood up, and yelled at Mu Sen: "What the are you talking nonsense!" We don't even know them! β
As soon as the words fell, Captain Wu also slapped the table and stood up, shouting louder than the man's voice: "What the hell are you yelling!" There's a cop here, is it your turn to yell? You call this contempt for the court, you know? Sit down! (To be continued.) )