Lao Lin said: "I know a European policeman named Martin. You can't imagine that he is especially good at being an official, and he will mix more than the Thais, the Japanese, and the Chinese. I think I'm already the head of the Europol headquarters. ”

Lin Mu said: "Why do you know everyone?" ”

Lao Lin smiled: "I'll talk about this later." Let's start with the theft of the Paris Museum. ”

20 years after the theft of a famous Boston painting, May 20, 2010, according to Radio Televisio

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On his return, Martin was promoted to the youngest ever Chief Conseissrator in the 16th arrondissement of Paris. When performing official duties, the four bars and one gold star on his shoulders shone brightly, Martin felt that life was really beautiful, and it also made Martin's mother very proud, because Martin's father was also a police officer, but he was not as high as Martin's position when he retired, but he was just a senior police officer, with two bars on his shoulders and no stars. Coupled with Eva's company, romantic Paris makes it a paradise for two young people. As a rising star in the police world, he is favored by many people and envied by many people.

The big case that occurred in the jurisdiction, Martin is responsible. But the case turned out to be more complicated than he had imagined. After exploring the scene, before he could eat, a superintendent came to report to him, and the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation of the Paris Police Department told him to report the situation immediately. Martin remembered his father's admonition: Be diligent. So he hurriedly took off his gloves and called the driver and set off.

It was a terrible day. It is said that it takes only 15 minutes from the modern museum not far from the Arc de Triomphe to the headquarters next to Notre-Dame, and even if you are stuck in traffic, it usually takes only 30 minutes. But as soon as the driver and Martin walked to the intersection near the Grand Palace, they saw two large trucks colliding and catching fire, and the entire intersection was blocked. The driver finally turned around and drove towards the road in front of the Moris Hotel. In less than 5 minutes, an oncoming taxi suddenly veered off the lane and crashed directly into them. Fortunately, the driver was highly skilled, and he just collided with the car on the right under emergency avoidance. Martin got out of the car and showed his ID to the hapless fellow, who drove away without saying a word. The final adventure is not far from the headquarters, when a roaring motorcycle arrives, with a killer behind the rider. As he approached Martin's car, the killer suddenly threw a rock, a large stone, at Martin's car. The glass in the right window suddenly couldn't bear it, and the crack spread out like a Parisian road, but it didn't break, which is a blessing. The motorcycle accelerates and drives away quickly. Martin, who was in the car, pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the motorcycle that was heading away. The bullet hit the back seat of the motorcycle, sending out a little spark. But the motorcycle quickly disappeared. The driver refused to drive any more, and he told Martin to walk on his own. Martin couldn't help but laugh, this place was not far from his and Beno's nest, and such a familiar place suddenly became dangerous and strange today. Martin couldn't figure out what was going on, but he understood that it wasn't normal.

Finally came to the downstairs of the headquarters. It is an ancient building located on the Île de la Cité, in the heart of Paris, adjacent to Notre-Dame. Although Martin was already at the rank of police inspector, he had never been to the core area of the headquarters. There have been rumors within the police community that it is the place with the fewest beauties, the most bitter coffee, and the most bald heads. I don't know if the bald head is mostly because of solving the case and burning the brain or because Gong Dou is bothered. When he went through the layers of inspections and arrived at the deputy director's office on the third floor, he finally met his long-admired idol, Deputy Director Petit. Sure enough, it's a bald head. It is said that when he was young, he represented France in the World Police and Firefighter Games held in Memphis, won the men's football championship, and was the captain of the team, which is very popular with women. He is not only personable, but also a detective. At about 18:30 on the evening of May 15, 1937, a beautiful woman Leticia Douro was killed in just 45 seconds in the first-class car of the Paris subway. And he was not killed before the subway started, so the time left for the murderer was only 45 seconds between the two stations, and the murderer needed to complete a series of actions such as entering the car, drawing a knife and stabbing him, and leaving the car, and then leaving no trace at the scene, no matter how you look at it, it is an impossible task. People called this case a "real perfect crime", and this is known as the "Leticia Douro affair".

However, 25 years after the crime, that is, in 1962, Officer Petit, who was still quite young at the time, after a long-term and meticulous investigation, careful analysis and reasoning, won the real murderer in one fell swoop, causing a sensation in the whole law. According to reporters who interviewed him, Petit had been following the devil in the skies over Paris since the incident, and he was only 6 years old at the time. At that time, Martin had not yet been born, and his father and mother had not yet met. When he grew up and his father told him about Officer Petit's saga, Martin was fascinated and aspired to be the patron saint of justice like Officer Petit.

Years later, Martin still remembers the meeting very clearly. The deputy director's office was not very large, and the tall figure behind the messy desk was as straight as a tower even when sitting. Perhaps it was because he came too late, but the involuntary majesty that emanated from the deputy director made young Martin feel very uncomfortable. The deputy director only said six words before and after, and Martin remembered it clearly, and he still remembers it clearly. Except for the transitional words that did not have much practical significance, the deputy director only had three sentences, and the three sentences were like three gunshots, which opened the prelude to the Wuchang Uprising. The assistant snorted at him, Martin pushed the door in, and the deputy director didn't even give up his seat to him, the first thing he said was to say, no greetings and no nonsense. At this time, Martin had to stand awkwardly, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered his father's instructions: to find out the intentions of his superiors. So he took a few seconds to calm down, cleared his throat again, clasped his hands to his chest, and reported the basic situation of the case with a nervous mood: no fingerprints were found at the scene, and the perpetrator acted alone, but there must be his accomplices on the periphery. Because the clues were complicated, by the time he finished reporting, ten minutes had passed. The deputy director waited for him to finish, but still stared at him, and said the second sentence unhurriedly: continue. A native of Paris, Martin could clearly hear the deputy director's accent of country French from Lyon, which was close to Italy, and his wife, who was of Italian and French ancestry. Martin suddenly thought that the deputy director's lack of words might be inferior and cowardly, but he quickly changed his mind.

The deputy director's eyes were like a bullet. When Martin had finished speaking, he didn't know what to say, he hesitated to report what had just happened on the road, but he felt that there was no evidence to prove that it was related to the museum case, so he looked at the deputy director and found that he was also staring at him, and his eagle-like eyes were breathtaking. His father's advice was now echoing in Martin's mind: investigate and study. Martin had to express his subjective view of the case: there is a high probability of premeditation and internal and external collusion, but an in-depth investigation is needed. Judging by the circumstances at the scene of the crime, it is unlikely that the perpetrator will be found. But it is necessary to combine it with the underground black market of art in Paris and even Europe, and find the big names behind it, etc. Martin spoke for about five minutes in one breath, and looked up at the deputy director, who did not speak, his expression softened a little, but Martin did not dare to speak again.

The two men continued to look at each other in silence for a long time, and then Martin lowered his head. So he continued to report that he was going to go to the National Library of Paris to find information on art first, and then re-check the information of some criminals involved in art cases who had left a record in the past. He believes that everything is connected. There were some reconnaissance directions, and the deputy director was very patient and listened to him all the time, and some of them quickly frowned as soon as they heard a few words, and Martin understood what he meant. It wasn't until finally it was evident that the weakness in Martin's tone was evident, and the deputy director tapped his fingers lightly on the table, muttering silently, as if thinking about something. After a while he rang the bell on his desk, the secretary came in, and the head of the hall said a third word: coffee.

Sensing the sluggishness, Martin felt a little unhappy. But as a police inspector, he is still several levels away from the deputy director, and he has nothing to say about any way of reception. While waiting for coffee, the silence between Martin and the deputy director has begun to exchange fire, and each has been killed or wounded.

Hot coffee is bitter, and the legend is true. Martin began to feel a little satisfied with his assistant. After taking a sip of coffee from the headquarters, Martin didn't care whether the deputy director was willing to take a seat or not, and sat down by himself, the sofa was very soft. "I think if you have to find a target as a direction of attack right away, then the most suspicious thing at the moment is ......"

He looked at the deputy director. The deputy director immediately took action and bought all his passes in one go. The deputy director's deep voice exploded in Martin's ears: Jannya. He saw the Deputy Director's eyes look up as he uttered the word, and although it was only a brief moment, Martin caught it.

But Martin couldn't believe his auditory system, he felt his brain buzzing. Jannya? This man is a former lawyer, now a quasi-secretary of state, and studied at the same university as President Nicolas Sarkozy, an alumnus of Sarkozy and a celebrity around him, a rising political star. When the deputy director said this, didn't he care about the consequences, or was he ready to make a big change? In fact, the suspect Martin thought in his heart was the deputy curator, because the deputy curator had a faint hint of panic when accepting his questioning, and this panic was very easy to see through in front of the experienced Martin. But Martin's own faint panic at present, will it be easy to see through it in front of the seasoned deputy director?

Martin's ordinary doubts did not surprise the deputy director. He said a word, but it was really just one word, or even just three words: Italy. Then he got up and stood up and walked towards Martin.

Martin understood that the deputy director was going to send off guests. So he put down the coffee he had only taken a sip of, got up and walked out the door.

At the moment when the deputy director sent him out, he lowered his head and whispered: Quick! The deputy director was a head taller than Martin, and as he spoke, Martin felt a thunderbolt go off overhead. The phrase is an authentic Parisian accent, with no other dialects mixed in. Could it be that the deputy director is a linguistic genius? He has mastered the intonation of voices all over France? Martin didn't dare to think about it, went downstairs and walked out of the door, and turned around to see the driver waiting for him not far across the road.

Martin's heart was hot, it seemed that the driver was not as greedy for life and afraid of death as he imagined, he just didn't want to miss his job. On the way back, Martin was nervous and relieved. What is nervous is that he needs to seize the time to accurately understand the important meaning of the deputy director's words, and he is relieved that with the help of a detective like the deputy director, this case should be able to be captured. People don't talk much, and the proverb in the East is really not wrong. The direction of these directions is a great comfort and encouragement to me.

There was no obstacle on the way back, the driver drove fast, Martin sat in the back seat, squinting his eyes and thinking carefully about the words of the deputy director: Jania, Italy, quick!. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure outside the window, but the speed of the car was so fast that he couldn't see it far away before he had time to stop. After getting out of the car, as he walked briskly to his office, Martin cleared up some ideas: Jannya, as a representative of government officials, had just assisted the National Museum in acquiring a number of famous paintings a week ago, and was very enthusiastic about holding a grand collection ceremony. However, Jannya is a high-ranking government official, and he is not familiar with him, so he has no way to get close, and it is not good to be too ostentatious in the name of handling cases. This is a problem.

Also, what do you mean by Italy? Italian mafia? Italian border? Italian painter or pasta?

The deputy director didn't say thank you or goodbye at the end, but just said one word: "Quick!" Of course, Martin understands the meaning of this fast, and if a famous painting is resold or transferred out of the country, it will be more difficult to track down the culprit.

Back in the office, colleagues looked at Martin like heroes, and the assistant had already prepared coffee and sandwiches, and these fiery gazes and gestures made Martin feel warm. Thinking back then, Martin feels like a jerk now.

However, the case did not lead to a breakthrough over time, and Martin was under a lot of pressure. One day, his mother called to say that his father was sick, and Martin took the time to visit him with Benoy and gifts. My parents live near Parc de la Bagatelle on the outskirts of Paris. There are a lot of flowers planted outside the house. My father's face was a little pale, but fortunately it was not a serious condition. After a while, Benoy began to chat with his mother over tea in the living room – Martin's father loved Thai kung fu tea, and he had repeatedly said that he was connected to Thailand. Martin sat in the chair in front of his father's bed, grimacing. His father knew what he was up to and what he was thinking, so he tried to inspire him to say that he had heard an old Chinese story about solving a case, and that the protagonist was Bao Che

g。 The case is about a businessman passing by a place in Jiangxi, because it was dark and raining, he could only spend the night, who knew that the people who stayed in the house coveted his money and killed him, and also broke his body and burned it together with ceramics into a black pot, and finally, the black pen complained, Bao Che

G Shun Teng touched the melon to find out the real murderer. After listening to it, Martin secretly laughed at his father who was really old and confused, and Wu Penn couldn't speak, so how could he appeal to the judge? Seeing his expression, the father smiled and said that the evidence could speak. Martin trembled as if he had been struck by lightning. He said goodbye to his parents, shouted to Benoy to drive, and then on the way home, he pondered the meaning of the deputy director, and finally decided to start with Modigliani Jr., the son of the Italian painter Modigliani, who was stolen this time, and start with the painting "Woman with a Fan" to understand the core situation of the black market of famous paintings. And I heard that Modigliani Jr. lives in Paris.

Little Modigliani is not well-known and difficult to find, but this is not a problem for our Mr. Inspector. Martin asked Mo to meet for the first time in a small café on the banks of the Seine. The café is on the second floor, not big but quiet. Looking out the window, you can see the large lawn at the entrance of the Invalides. The hostess here is called Eva and is a former police officer, so it's safe. When Martin introduced him to the reason for the meeting place with a little ostentatiousness when he went upstairs, he had a gut feeling that there should be something between Martin and Eva, but Xiao Mo had never supported, objected or appreciated the chaotic love relationship between the French, so he could only nod politely. Little Mo doesn't look like an Italian, more like a Swiss. What does a typical Italian man look like? Drink only ESP

esso, love to cut in line, love to make loud noises, do not follow the rules, see who flirts with whom. Little Modigliani is not, he has long black hair, wears glasses, and looks tall, thin and thin, looking cautious, quiet, and uncontested. Speaks softly but very politely, preferring not to express things that he cannot approve of rather than arguing and persuading others. But he had no room for his father and his father's art, especially for the uninitiated.

Italians like to drink coffee standing up, the French are not, especially Parisians. Martin invited Mo to sit down, and he hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Judging by the way he dresses and his attitude, Martin feels that if he wants to, he may be able to use some small privileges to help him improve his life. Unexpectedly, Xiao Mo resolutely rejected these small favors, like his father, he loves art and life, but he does not love money. Like his father's work, the elongated face, nose, neck of the human body and the human body, this kind of painting and transformation of the picture makes us feel a more comfortable, smooth and elegant beauty. In line with the aesthetic modeling characteristics, the slightly shaped sense of volume, as well as the weakened light and dark relationship between the face and body parts, make the aesthetic light and comfortable, and very aristocratic.

In the end, it was difficult and clear that Martin learned that Xiao Mo had a beloved lover, an illegal immigrant from Algeria. Martin decides to use his influence to help her settle for French citizenship, and eventually marries Mo You's lover. In return, Mo presented Martin with a posthumous painting of his father's posthumous work and promised to introduce several influential underground artists to Martin. He also said that Martin's wife resembles his father's painting "Woman with a Fan", which is very classical. Xiao Mo's shy words made Martin's heart flutter.

Through one of Mo's friends, Martin became acquainted with several well-known counterfeit dealers in Paris, one of whom was also a lawyer named Roconcourt. Taking advantage of his authority, Martin introduced Rokangcourt's law firm to several cases that were easy to complete and very good to defend. Having made money, Rokangcourt quickly elevated Martin to his inner circle. Rokangul's girlfriend is also a painter and co-runs a four-leaf clover gallery with which many well-known painters have collaborated. Gradually, Martin also got mixed up with the Parisian art scene, and everyone admired this generous, handsome and promising police talent. After all, who wouldn't want to get on the state apparatus and start an accelerated journey in life? What they don't know is that Ma, a native of Paris, will soon send them to a future of no return. At the same time, as a police officer, where can Martin care about knowing whether he is staring at the abyss or the waves? The black market for art in Europe, like all underground black markets, has a terrible truth.

Lao Lin said, do you know? In fact, it was me and your second uncle who stole Xiao Mo's motorcycle, and I was driving, and he threw stones at Martin. And we just stole a motorcycle on the outskirts of Paris, not knowing its owner. We returned it afterwards. The techniques of stealing motor vehicles were all taught by your grandfather, and he is very capable. Drive a Porsche in five seconds, drive a BMW in three seconds, don't look at your second uncle's speed, he still can't compare to grandpa.

Lao Lin then said proudly, do you know who took the painting here?

Lin Mu thought to himself, this is called taking? It's called theft, okay? But he didn't say it. How many secrets are there in his own family, he has to listen to Lao Lin.

Lao Lin continued, challenging this truth eventually caused Martin's marriage to break up, his personality changed drastically, and Xiao Mo's life was ruined. It's just that Martin at that time, a young man, a fresh clothes and angry horse, where did he know the price secretly marked by fate. In fact, so is our Lin family.