It rained overnight, and the city was completely renewed. There were clouds in the shape of fish scales floating in the sky, golden and dense, as if a piece of skin had been torn off the body of a dragon.

Li Dingan walked downstairs lightly, just washed his face, and his skin reflected a delicate luster.

It's only six o'clock at this time, run around Yanyuan, and then go to school, the time is just right......

He was expanding his chest, breathing in a big gulp of air, and just after coming down the steps, a familiar voice came from his ears: "Teacher Li! ”

"Lao Wang?"

Not far away, on the side of the pond, there was a domineering car parked, and Wang Chenggong was standing next to the car.

"Aren't you not using it?"

Ten days ago, to be exact, the day after he withdrew from the exhibition expert group, Wang Chenggong and Sun Huaiyu ceased to be his full-time drivers and secretaries.

It took a lot of effort, and there was one of them: Before the simulation porcelain smuggling case was solved, Zhang Hanguang called at any time, and he could be there at any time.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend, after all, the small life is very important......

"Something happened temporarily, but your phone was turned off, so the director asked me to pick you up, please go to the Forbidden City for a while......"

In fact, it is not turned off, but set up, except for grandparents, parents, Xiao Chen, Xiaoxiao, Ah Zhen, Professor Wu, others want to call in outside of working hours.

If you don't set it up, there are a lot of calls, and it's all irrelevant people......

"Waited, huh?"

"No, I know you have a habit of running in the morning, and I just arrived in ......"

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I'd like you to identify!"

"Now?" Li Dingan looked at his watch, "It's just right, you can send me again after reading it, and you won't delay the class......

Is it so fast?

Wang Chenggong wanted to speak and stopped: From yesterday afternoon to now, almost half a day and a night, the teachers in the Forbidden City have not yet reached a conclusion......

But he just thought about it in his heart: if there was not enough time, the leader would definitely remind Li Dingan to ask for leave.

With a twist of thought, Li Dingan got into the car and looked at the sponge head that had been unscrewed off in the ashtray: "Heh, your Director Zhang is very high-grade, can you afford to smoke China?" ”

This car is a special vehicle for handling cases in the bureau, and Zhang Hanguang only occasionally requisitioned it. But he has a habit: if he smokes too much, he will unscrew the cigarette butt and smoke it again.

Therefore, with Li Dingan's carefulness, he deserves to be an expert......

Wang Chenggong smiled, didn't speak again, and started the car quickly.

It will be early, there are very few cars on the street, and it will take about half an hour to reach Chang'an Avenue. After Tiananmen Square, he turned north, drove across the Zhuzi River, and stopped outside Wenhua Gate.

Li Ding'an knew at a glance what he was identifying: it was either a book or a calligraphy or painting.

Because the calligraphy and painting hall of the Forbidden City is in the Wenhua Palace, including the research room of calligraphy and painting, it is also in this area.

He often comes, he is familiar with the way, and he is still about ten steps away, and the door control recognizes him: "Teacher Li, come so early today?" ”

"Something, night shift?"

"Yes!"

"You're busy first!"

Walk first and say hello, enter the palace gate and turn right, it is the calligraphy and painting research room.

The building was quiet, and the sound of footsteps stepping on stone bricks was particularly clear. The curtains are basically drawn, and the light is relatively dim, as if walking in a tomb.

I went up to the second floor, and I didn't walk a few steps when I heard a "squeak". A door was pushed open, revealing a scruffy face.

His hair was messy like a chicken coop, his face was yellow, his eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn't slept much for several days.

Li Dingan was taken aback: "Your daughter-in-law ran away with someone?" ”

"What? She won't run away if she runs......"

Zhang Hanguang pulled Li Ding'an, "Come in quickly!" ”

Stepping over the threshold, Li Dingan was stunned again: Yang Lichuan, Ding Licheng, two old researchers of calligraphy and painting from the Forbidden City, as well as three or four archivists and data clerks.

All of them are unkempt, no better than Zhang Hanguang, including Yang Lichuan and a female information clerk, and their eyelids are stacked into three layers.

Well, there's still one leaning on the couch in the corner, snoring...... Ma Xianming, what kind of excitement is he coming?

"What's wrong with you?"

"You come and see first!"

Zhang Hanguang pushed the piles of materials to both sides, cleaned up the table, and pointed to a book in the middle of the table, "Do you recognize it?" ”

Ha?

Don't be too familiar: I only saw it more than a week ago, and I almost had a fight with Lin Zixian!

Li Ding'an picked up "Notes on Etiquette" and opened the cover.

That's right, it's that one: a page full of stamps, and a dog's eyes can be blinded.

"Where did it come from?"

"Feng Youran sent it!"

It's better to be famous than to meet, no one has ever seen it, but Li Ding'an should not be too impressed by this woman.

"She bought it?"

"No, borrowed ......"

"Lin Zixian is an American, she is quite wild......"

"You don't care about this for now, take a good look: Is this book from the Forbidden City?"

"Of course!" Li Dingan pointed to the seals below, "Tianlu Linlang and Qianlong's seals are all true, indicating that they have indeed been collected by the Qing court......

"Mr. Li, what Director Zhang said is not what he used to ......" Yang Lichuan organized the wording, "That's the case, can you please deduce the approximate time when this book flowed out of the Forbidden City?" ”

Li Ding'an didn't think twice: "Late Qing Dynasty, the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, to be precise, it was 1900!" ”

Zhang Hanguang recalled slightly: "The Eight-Nation Alliance? ”

Li Dingan nodded and gave a thumbs up.

But for some reason, a room full of people looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it.

"What's wrong?"

It's certainly not that I'm wrong: the system never goes wrong with the conclusions.

"It means that you went abroad back then?"

"Almost!"

"When did you come in?"

Li Dingan didn't speak, and looked at Ding Licheng with fluttering eyes: You treat me as a universal machine?

I know it, I know it, and I can even be accurate to the day: November 10, 2008.

But it can't be said.

Because there's no way to explain it.

It's really a bit difficult for a strong man, Ding Licheng smiled, and sighed again: "No wonder it's wrong?" ”

Yang Lichuan also frowned, thought about it, and pushed the laptop on the table: "Teacher Li, look! ”

What ...... "Catalogue of Ancient Books in the Palace Museum"?

I'll go...... "Commentary on Etiquette" again?

Collection date: 1979.

Donor...... Well, don't know.

Collection location: National History Library of the Cultural Palace.

Let's look at the detailed remarks: In the first year of the Southern Song Dynasty and Yuan Fu, Zhou Bangyan served as the secretary of the provincial orthography, and the school classics were published...... Hand-copied Zheng Xuan's annotation of the Eastern Han Dynasty "Commentary on Etiquette......

If you follow the remarks, the book was donated in 1979, but the system says that in Japan, how can it be possible to go to the Forbidden City?

Seeing this, Li Dingan's eyelids couldn't stop jumping: Is there a bug in the system?

It's impossible, if something goes wrong, it's going to be a long time ago......

was in shock, Li Ding'an's pupils shrank again: there are several sets of photos below, including the front, back, side, as well as the cover, the seam, the front page, the back page, the text, and so on.

The black and white background color is taken in the seventies and eighties of the last century, and the clarity is not too high. But at first glance, it seems that they are all exactly the same: the handwriting, the cover, and the silk threads are all the same.

Including the dozen or so square seals on the front and side pages, one side is not less, and one side is good, but there is only one point: the gap between "Halal Layman" and "School Shulang Zhu Ji" is slightly narrow.

It's not too bad, it's only one millimeter, but it's not the same, and Li Ding'an's memory is comparable to that of a computer, and he will definitely not be mistaken.

And the stuff is at hand...... He picked up the book and measured it against the photo: Is it just a millimeter?

Let's just say that the system will never fail!

With a little peace of mind, he exhaled: "This is not a book!" ”

The crowd was silent.

I know that he has strong eyesight, a high level of appreciation, and is careful enough, but I didn't expect that the gap is so big?

The book was delivered by Zhang Hanguang at about four o'clock yesterday afternoon, and then seven or eight people studied it for a long time, and it was almost dark that they found that there was a slight difference in handwriting.

It's not that they're unprofessional, it's that there is too little information left, and there are only these few photos, and the key is that they are not very clear.

Another point, they only cared about studying whether the book was stolen back then, whether it had anything to do with Lin Ziliang, who was the director of the Forbidden City, and no one realized at all: This thing is not the same book?

Li Ding'an is more curious than them: Could it be that Xiang Molin forged two copies back then?

In the late Qing Dynasty, they all flowed out of the Forbidden City, and then one went overseas, and one stayed in China?

In a moment's whimsy, he flipped open the cover, rolled the mouse twice, and enlarged the photo to an almost distorted state, comparing them one by one.

It is also a good green sandalwood ripe xuan, and it is also a snowflake note......

It is also the white silk of Jili Lake......

The traces of the seal are also very similar, both in terms of size and seal carving......

Ink...... The photo is black and white, which is really unrecognizable......

The handwriting is very similar...... But only "very similar", not "exactly the same"!

If you look closely, it is also Yan Ti, and the font strokes in the book are a little stiff and rigid, but the strokes in the photo are smooth and powerful, and there is a bit of elegant and chic charm.

Think again: Could the characters in the fake copy be copied according to the font in the photo?

Good guys, what Xiang Merlin forged two copies? It's not good, this is really Zhou Bangyan's hand-copied "Notes on Etiquette......

It is by no means an afterthought for Li Ding'an: to look at calligraphy and painting, first look at the paper, then look at the ink, and then look at the axis or line. After reading these, it is the signature, seal, and inscription.

It's no problem, it will look at the handwriting, style, etc.

On the day of the appraisal, he saw that even the seal was wrong, and of course there was no need to look at the rest, so he returned the book to Lin Zixian.

What's more, how does he know what Zhou Bangyan's handwriting looks like and what the real book looks like?

But on the other hand, if this one is genuine, then in addition to the handwriting, there is definitely a difference between the seals. You will know it when you compare it......

He took a breath of cool air: "What about the book, I mean this one on the computer!" ”

Yang Lichuan sighed: "Lost!" ”

"Ah, when?"

"2011!"

Li Ding'an immediately remembered: After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Forbidden City was stolen five times, the most recent being this time in 2011.

The criminal, a habitual thief, stepped on the spot three days in advance, entered the Forbidden City as a tourist on the fourth day, and hid behind a tree before closing. In the middle of the night, when the security was the most lax, he first cut off the power supply to the monitoring room, and then started drying.

The method is simple and crude: dig a hole, pick a lock, carry something and leave.

What's strange is that he was spotted by the patrolling security guards before the power was cut off, and even caught him, but he escaped. After that, the security guard quickly called the newspaper to report it.

I don't know how the leaders dealt with it after that, whether they called the police, or whether they organized someone to search the Forbidden City, let alone know. But the result was: he smashed open the stone wall of the Chengsu Palace, picked the lock, and carried away a whole sack of cultural relics, including a gold-inlaid jade dressing box.

It's magical.

Even more amazing: the previous notice said that it was seven, then it became nine, and after that, the notice did not mention the specific number of artifacts stolen.

The case was solved quite quickly, and it only took three days before and after. But by the time he was caught, he had already sold more than half of his things. But to whom: I don't know.

In the early summer, the buyer was tightly covered, and he only knew that it was a man. And he was found by someone else......

Shaking his head, Li Dingan exhaled and pointed to the photo: "Is this one genuine?" ”

"Not sure!" Yang Lichuan shook his head, "Because this is a unique book, no works of Zhou Bangyan have been found to survive so far, and there is no way to compare, so it can only be identified from the aspects of paper, silk thread, and seals." But as you know, firstly, there were almost no scientific and technological means at that time, and secondly, there were many similar collections in the Forbidden City......"

I understand: at that time, it was still the end of the seventies, and the technical means were not generally backward, and there were few things that could be used, so we could only judge with vision and experience. There are too many imitations in Xiang's collection, and they are too similar, and after hundreds of years, the new ones have become old.

It is estimated that at that time, the old experts in the Forbidden City were a little skeptical of life.

Without 100% certainty, it can only be filed as "doubtful".

But Li Dingan has an intuition: the book on the photo is nine times out of ten genuine.

Tsk, this is hundreds of millions of things, and I don't know where it is hidden now......

sighed for a while, and he joked again: "Why, Director Zhang didn't arrest smuggling, but changed his career to solve old cases?" ”

"I'd like to change my career, why don't you help me apply to the ministry?"

"Why don't I help you get promoted by the way?"

"Say you're fat, you're panting...... Still a fart? If the case of overseas artificial porcelain is not solved, I will have to be dismissed......"

"What does it have to do with this book whether you solve the case or not?"

Zhang Hanguang said "heh", "Expert Li, Teacher Li, let me ask you, whose book is this?" ”

"Lin Zixian's!"

"Where's the imitation porcelain?"

You haven't even found it, how do I know whose it is?

knew that Lin Ziliang's technique was used...... Alas, Lin Ziliang?

Lin Zixian...... Lin Ziliang...... Xianliang, these two are brothers?

Li Ding'an suddenly realized: No wonder Feng Youran said to borrow it, so if you count it, isn't she Lin Zixian's sister-in-law?

Grieve...... The woman who went to the appraisal that day gave herself a business card, which seemed to be called Qi Ying, and Lin Zixian also called him sister-in-law?

He has two brothers?

No, Lin Ziliang has married two wives......

Well...... Lin Ziliang, Qi Ying-Lin Siqi...... Haha, that is Lin Siqi's mother?

(End of chapter)