After the autopsy was completed and the autopsy was filled in, Han Daring explained to Chen Feiyang that he would take care of the aftermath, and he would go home first to get a brochure for the small auction, and then go to Yang Ming's residence first.

Yang Ming's house is rented, the rent is paid once a month, Yang Ming is dead, and the rent is due again, so when Han Daring came to Yang Ming's residence, the landlord was throwing things out, covering Yang Ming's clothes, books, and picture albums in the yard.

In fact, the landlord is kind-hearted, Yang Ming is a horizontal death after all, superstition says, but all those who die are resentful, Yang Ming has no wife, and there is no three relatives and six reasons, so the landlord wants to burn all the things in his life, and wants to invite an old Taoist to come back to spend a time, which can be regarded as doing good deeds.

Han Daring found a few unfinished oil paintings painted by Yang Ming among the miscellaneous items piled up in the courtyard, and then compared them with the black and white pictures printed on the brochure, although the pictures are black and white, the paintings are color and they are all unfinished works, but Han Dadaer, a layman, can also see that the similarity between the two is quite high, it seems that Yang Ming has been copying the original oil painting, and it is repeated copying.

Han Daring didn't know much about painting, let alone the various schools of oil painting, so he picked out a work that seemed to have the highest degree of completion from these unfinished works, took the canvas off the easel with a knife, rolled up the canvas, and took it to Estimating Street to find a blue half-foot to see.

Blue half-foot is very erudite, good at appreciating the ancients, even if some antique artifacts in the West are true or false, it is difficult to escape his eyes, and he is good at identifying calligraphy and painting works, calligraphy and painting to his eyes, just open the scroll half a foot, you will know the truth and falsehood, his nickname is also derived from this. It's a pity that Lan Banqi is good at Chinese painting and calligraphy, but he doesn't know anything about Western oil painting.

When he was in school, he often listened to the old deacon of the school explain Western art, and his father's foreign business was also involved in the import and export business related to art.

Han Daring left Yiyi Street and went straight to the concession to find the little Jew. At this time, the little Jew was sitting bored in the foreign company, holding his cheeks in his hands, half lying on the desk, looking out the window and eating melon seeds!

When someone entered the office, he didn't pay any attention listlessly, and only said something in a foreign language that he didn't understand.

Han Daring stood at the desk and said:

"What do you say?"

When the little Jew turned around and saw that it was Han Dada'er coming, he was extremely happy, and instantly said:

"Hey! Why are you free today? ”

"Why are you muttering by yourself?"

"Hey! You don't understand, Hebrew, our hometown, two newcomers from the foreign bank, saying that they just came from overseas, they speak Tianjin, Chinese, and even English and French, so they can speak German, and I don't know German, so I just say that I speak their hometown. ”

The little Jew stood up, cleaned up the melon seeds and skins on the table, and was about to go out with Han Da'er.

Han Da'er hurriedly said:

"Hey! Where to go? ”

Little Jew said:

"Let's drink, belly Feng, call Lao Bai a piece, I haven't eaten belly for a few days!"

Han Daring took out the oil painting and said:

"I'm asking you to show me this ......"

The little Jew pushed Han Daring and walked out, saying as he walked:

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry, hurry! See again later! By the way, please burst your belly! ”

When the little Jew went out, he turned around and said two more words of Hebrew to the office people, then he and Han Daring got on their bicycles and walked towards the little white building without looking back.

It just so happened that Lao Bai was also at home, and he was at the door of his tavern, cleaning up the filth that the drunkard vomited last night. Seeing that Han Daring and the little Jew were coming, they hurriedly cleaned up the filth, and the three of them went to Nanshi's belly explosion Feng together.

Three catties of belly, plus a bottle of vodka brought by Lao Bai, this couple is business as usual. The boss who sold the belly was very familiar with these three, and let the servants sit down at a table, and hurriedly went to the belly.

It was not yet noon in the middle of the day, and no one had to eat so much, so the dishes were very fast, and the little Jews ate a full meal, just like not eating for three days. After the servants were full of wine and food, Han Dada'er took out the oil painting, handed it to the little Jew, and spread out the brochure, the page with the oil painting printed on it, and explained the intention.

The little Jew looked at it for a while, but before he could speak, Lao Bai looked at the oil painting and said first:

"Hey! This oil painting seems to be Walter Siegel's "Sleeping Girl"! ”

Han Da'er was pleasantly surprised:

"Hey! Lao Bai, you know this painting, I already know that I will ask you directly......"

Then he glanced at the little Jew who still had sesame sauce on his mouth, and quipped:

"You can also save a pound and a half to burst your belly!"

The little Jew said while picking his teeth:

"You don't talk nonsense, you just eat your stomach, and next time you get hurt and don't care about you! I went to see you in the hospital that day and bought you vine cake and rose cake! You have no conscience! ”

Han Daring smiled:

"Hurry up and wipe your mouth, just like the one who hasn't eaten for three days, I didn't eat the rose cake and vine cake that day, didn't you spin it!"

The little Jew burped and said:

"Recently, my family has been terrible, and my eyes are blue when I see meat! Don't talk nonsense, let's shake the pot in the afternoon, or you please! ”

Lao Bai took the brochure and compared the oil painting in the hand of the little Jew, and said:

"When my family had not yet left Russia, my uncle took me to Europe when I was a child, and I saw this painting in a gallery in England, and as far as I know, this "Sleeping Girl" is Walter Siegel's masterpiece, and the price has been soaring in previous years!"

Little Jew said:

"Then do you know why the price of this "Sleeping Girl" has been soaring in the past few years?"

Lao Bai shook his head, Han Da'er didn't know anything about this, and he was even more dazed.

The little Jew said proudly:

"Walter Siegel, born in 1895 and of Dutch descent in Germany, was an English impressionist painter, and his paintings were realistic and cold, with dark tones, and a cold and gloomy temperament!

He is best at capturing the lives of people in the social strata, and has long been despised by the art world because he depicts many pictures of the lives of the people at the bottom of London!

Moreover, his paintings have a kind of death atmosphere, which makes people have an inexplicable sense of fear, especially the sleeping woman he paints, which does seem to be asleep at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, it always makes people feel that the woman in the painting looks like a corpse! ”

Lao Bai asked:

"You mean, it's because his paintings are so unique and full of death that the price has skyrocketed?"

"Of course not!"

The little Jew continued:

"Because some people suspect that Walter Siegel is the murderer of the Whitechapel tragedy in London, England, Jack the Ripper! And that "Sleeping Girl" contains clues to the murder, which is why many people want to pursue this painting.

And this painting has not been seen for a long time, and no one knows who the last owner of this painting was! ”

In fact, before the words of the little Jew came out, Han Daring had already vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, but Lao Bai was quite surprised when he heard the words of the little Jew!

Lao Bai asked:

"So since there is a clue, did the police catch Siegel? Isn't that picture a powerful piece of evidence? ”

Han Daring said:

"Of course not, otherwise this case would not have become an unsolved case for almost half a century!"

Little Jew said:

All speculation is suspicion, there is no empirical evidence, and Walter Siegel has disappeared since 1890. Not to mention that no one in London, or even in the whole of England, saw him again!

Some speculate that he was dead, shortly after the fifth Whitechapel massacre, so since then, there has been no such case! ”

The little Jew picked up the painting again and said:

"Look at this oil painting, not only does it look like it, but even the brushwork is imitating Walter Siegel, which is copying, it is simply copying......"

As he spoke, he pointed out the picture on the brochure and some details on the oil painting to the two of them, and continued:

"You see, this unfinished oil painting, even the brushstrokes want to be exactly like the real thing!"

Han Daring said in his heart, it turned out that the painting dealer who hired Yang Ming was asking Yang Ming to paint fake paintings and make fakes. It is estimated that he took a fancy to Yang Ming's copying ability, so he paid for him to copy the master's real handwriting, and then sold it as genuine.

That's why I found an intermediate client who didn't understand Western painting, and he was very sneaky with his head and tail exposed. And the last thing Yang Ming copied before his death was this "Sleeping Girl" by Walter Siegel.

Han Da'er asked:

"Since this painting has been missing for more than ten years, why did it suddenly appear at this time? Little Jew, can you tell the authenticity of Walter Siegel's oil painting on the one printed in the brochure? ”

The little Jew muttered:

"Although I know a little bit about art appreciation, I am not an expert ...... the world."

As he spoke, he brought his eyes closer to the album, squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully for a long time, and then said:

"Besides, the print quality is too poor, and the picture is too small to see clearly, unless it ......"

"Unless you can get a closer look at that picture?" Han Dadao said.

Little Jew said:

"Unless you can get an expert to go to the site and see it! I can't! ”

Lao Bai sighed and said:

"You said that tofu is not called tofu for a long time - in vain!"

"Hey! You're all going to be witty by now! Little Jew quipped.

Seeing Han Daring's eyebrows frowning slightly, the little Jew looked at the picture on the brochure, as if he was hesitant, and said:

"All the lots in the auction will find someone to verify the authenticity before the auction is confirmed, so that painting must be genuine!"

Han Da'er had originally focused on the caesarean section, and his interest in that small auction had greatly decreased, but at the moment this painting aroused his interest again.

He thought to himself that the brochure for the auction had been out for a while, and if it was the real thing, there would be no need for the mysterious dealer to entrust Yang Ming to counterfeit a fake. The people who can afford to buy famous paintings must be some wealthy collectors, how can these people not know that the real thing is in this small auction!

Unless someone wants to mix two paintings? Or, that auction item was a fake painted by Yang Ming! As long as you find the owner of the painting, you may be able to find the dealer and find out the real culprit of the caesarean section!

Han Daring made up her mind that she had to go to the auction to see it in person!

After the three of them finished eating, they went to the Quanye field together, and then went to eat a shabu-shabu pot in the evening, and they went back to their respective homes.

There are two more days before the auction, and Bai Chongwei has already helped get the invitation, but he missed the opportunity to meet with the organizer last time, so Han Daring wanted to go to Bai Chongwei again to see if he could connect him and the organizer to meet before the auction began.

Who knew that Bai Chongwei had something to go out, but now he is not in Tianjin Wei.

Han Daring returned home, thinking about the case in his heart, and when it was almost midnight, suddenly there was a sound of wind outside the window, and a sound of breaking wind hit the window!

Hearing the sound of "Deng", a flying knife was nailed to the window lattice, and Han Daring flew up, his feet were a little beside the bed, and his body had already flown out of the window. Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, he hooked the eaves with one arm and jumped on the roof briskly.

At this time, the bright moon was sassy, a silver light was leaking, and there was only a breeze on the roof, but where did half a figure come from!

Han Daring returned to the house, pulled out the flying knife on the window lattice, and saw a note nailed to the knife, and the note only read

"Please Mr. Han, at the moment after tomorrow, go to the Wen family garden outside Yixing Port to gather and tell you something important about the whereabouts of the Yellow Robe Ancestor!"