Lao Lin said: "I know a European policeman named Martin. You can't imagine that he is particularly good at being an official. He is more promiscuous than Thais, Japanese, and Chinese. He should be the head of the EU Criminal Police Headquarters now."

Lin Mu said: "How come you know everyone?"

Lao Lin smiled: "We will talk about this later. Let me tell you about the theft case in the Paris Museum first."

Twenty years after the famous painting was stolen in Boston, on May 20, 2010, according to French Overseas Radio and Televisio

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The 1961 work "Baking Pan: Pigeon Meat and Green Beans" by the master of painting Picasso and the 1905 work "Pastoral" by the famous French painter Henri Matisse. The other three stolen works belong to the French cubist master Georges Boucher.

Lac's "House of Estaque", Italian painter Modigliani's "Woman Holding a Fan" and French artist Fernand Léger's "Still Life with Chandelier". The relevant person in charge of the museum told reporters on the TV station

It said that museum staff discovered that the five works were stolen after going to work. They saw a window broken and a padlock cut off at the scene. It seemed that the theft occurred at night. Surveillance video in the museum showed that,

On the night of May 19, a person climbed into the exhibition hall through the broken window. The police set up a cordon around the museum to prohibit unauthorized persons from entering. The deputy director of the museum said that detectives have launched an investigation into the matter.

Robert Goldman, an expert on art theft from the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), said in an interview with American media that based on the FBI’s experience, nearly 80% of stolen art is committed by internal staff. According to the investigation,

Related to the failure of electronic protective equipment.

After returning to China, Martin was promoted to become the youngest chief inspector in the history of 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 particularly proud, because Martin's

His father was also a policeman, but even after he retired, he was not as high-ranking as Martin. He was just a senior police officer with two bars on his shoulders and no stars. Coupled with Eva's company, the romantic Paris made the two young people's lives a paradise. As

A rising star in the police force, he is favored by many and envied by many.

For major cases that occurred in his jurisdiction, Martin was duty-bound. But the case was more complicated than he imagined. After surveying the site, before he had time to eat, a police superintendent came over to report to him. The deputy director of criminal investigation of the Paris Police Department called him to report immediately.

The situation. Martin remembered his father's advice: be diligent. So he quickly took off his gloves and called the driver and set off.

It was a really weird day. It was supposed to take only 15 minutes from the Modern Museum not far from the Arc de Triomphe to the headquarters next to Notre Dame. Even if there was a traffic jam, it usually only took 30 minutes. But as soon as the driver took Martin to the intersection near the Grand Palace, he saw two cars

A large truck collided and caught fire, and the entire intersection was blocked. The driver finally turned around and drove towards the road in front of the Morris Hotel. In less than 5 minutes, an oncoming taxi suddenly deviated from the lane and hit the road directly.

It hit them. Fortunately, the driver was very skilled and only collided with the car on the right during the emergency evasion. Martin got out of the car and showed his ID to the unlucky guy, and the guy had to drive away without saying a word.

. The final adventure was not far from the headquarters. A motorcycle with a loud roar drove over, and behind the rider was a killer. As he approached Martin's car, the killer suddenly raised his arm and swung at Martin's car.

Remove a stone, a big stone. The glass of the right window suddenly couldn't bear it, and the cracks spread like a Paris road, but it didn't break. It was really lucky. The motorcycle accelerated and drove away quickly. Martin in the car took the

He pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the motorcycle that was going away. The bullet hit the back seat of the motorcycle and sent out a few sparks. But the motorcycle quickly disappeared. The driver refused to drive again without saying anything at this time.

He asked Martin to go on foot. Martin couldn't laugh or cry. This place was not far from his and Beno's nest. Such a familiar place suddenly became dangerous and unfamiliar today. Martin couldn't figure out the situation, but he understood that this was very uncomfortable.

normal.

Finally, we arrived downstairs at the headquarters. This is an ancient building located on the Île de la Cité, the core of Paris, adjacent to Notre Dame. Although Martin is already at the level of police inspector, he has never been to the core area of ​​the headquarters. The police world

It has been rumored internally that this is the place with the fewest beauties, the bitterest coffee, and the most bald heads. I don’t know if the bald heads are more because of the brain-burning of solving crimes or the trouble of palace fighting. When he passed through the layers of inspection, he came to the deputy director on the third floor.

In the office, he finally met the idol he had admired for a long time - Deputy Minister Petit. As expected, he was bald. It is said that when he was young, he represented France in the World Police and Fire Games held in Memphis and won the men's football championship.

, and he is the captain, very popular with women. He is not only handsome, but also a detective. At about 18:30 in the evening on May 15, 1937, a beautiful woman Leticia Dureau was sitting in a first-class carriage of the Paris Metro.

She was killed in just 45 seconds. Since the car where the victim was located was a perfect secret room at the time of the incident, she was the only one who theoretically existed. Moreover, she was not killed before the subway started, so the time left for the murderer was only two stops.

In 45 seconds, the murderer needs to complete the series of actions of entering the car, drawing a knife to kill, and leaving the car without leaving any traces at the scene. It is an impossible task no matter how you look at it. People call this case "the real

The perfect crime", which is known as the "Leticia Duro Incident".

However, 25 years after the incident, in 1962, Police Officer Petit, who was still quite young at the time, after a long and meticulous investigation, careful analysis and reasoning, caught the real culprit in one fell swoop, causing a sensation throughout France. According to the reporter who interviewed him

According to reports, Petit has been paying attention to the devil in the sky over Paris since the incident, and he was only 6 years old at the time. Martin was not yet born at that time, and his father and mother had not yet met. When he grew up, his father told him

When he told the story of Officer Petit's legendary experience, Martin was deeply attracted and determined to become the patron saint of justice like Officer Petit.

Many years later, Martin still clearly remembers the meeting that day. The deputy director’s office was not very big, and the tall figure behind the messy desk was as straight as a tower even when he was sitting. Maybe it was because he came too late, the deputy director’s office was not very big.

The involuntary majesty exuding from the chief made young Martin feel very uncomfortable. The deputy director only said six sentences before and after. Martin remembered it clearly, and he still remembers it clearly. Except that there was not much actual direction.

The deputy director only had three words to express meaning. The three sentences were like three gunshots, which kicked off the Wuchang Uprising. The assistant nuzzled at him, and Martin pushed the door in. The deputy director did not even say anything to him.

Giving up his seat, the first thing he said was, "Let's talk." There were no pleasantries or nonsense. At this time, Martin had to stand awkwardly. At this moment, he suddenly remembered his father's instructions: to find out the intentions of his superiors. So he spent the time

After a few seconds to collect myself, I cleared my throat again, folded my hands across my chest, and suppressed my anxiety to report the basic situation of the case: no fingerprints were found at the scene, and the perpetrator acted alone, but there must be an accomplice from the outside. Because the clues are complicated,

By the time he finished his report, ten minutes had passed. The deputy director waited for him to finish, but still stared at him closely, and said the second sentence unhurriedly: Continue. As a native of Paris, Martin could clearly understand that

The deputy director's French accent comes from Lyon - Lyon is close to Italy. Martin's wife is also of Italian-French descent and her ancestors are Italian. Martin suddenly thought that the deputy director's reticence might be a sign of inferiority and cowardice, but he soon changed.

Got the idea.

The deputy director's look was like a bullet. After Martin finished saying what he needed to say, he didn't know what to say. He was hesitating whether to report what happened on the road just now, but he felt that there was no evidence to prove that it had anything to do with the museum.

The case was related, so he looked at the deputy director and found that he was also staring at him, his eagle-like eyes breathtaking. At this moment, his father's warning echoed in Martin's mind again: investigation and research were needed. Martin had to say it.

My own subjective opinion on the case: Premeditation and internal and external collusion are very likely, but in-depth investigation is still needed. Judging from the situation at the crime scene, it is unlikely to find the perpetrator. But it needs to be combined with artworks from Paris and even Europe.

The underground black market, searching for the big shots behind the scenes, etc. Martin talked for about five minutes in one breath and looked up at the deputy director. The deputy director did not speak and his expression softened slightly, but Martin did not dare to speak anymore.

The two people continued to look at each other in silence. After a long time, Martin lowered his head. Then he continued to report: He was going to go to the National Library in Paris to search for information on artworks, and then re-search some of the involvements in the past cases.

Information about the criminal in the art case. He believes that everything is connected. In some investigation directions, the deputy director was very patient and listened to what he said. In some cases, the deputy director quickly frowned after hearing a few words.

Martin understood what he meant. Until finally, the weakness in Martin's tone was clearly heard. The deputy director tapped his fingers on the table, silently, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he pressed the button on the desk.

The call bell went up, the secretary came in, and the director said the third sentence: coffee.

Feeling the neglect, Martin was a little unhappy. But as a police inspector, he was still several levels behind the deputy director, and he had nothing to say in any way of reception. While waiting for coffee, Martin and the deputy director were silent.

A firefight began, and everyone suffered casualties.

Hot coffee is very 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 sat down on the sofa, regardless of whether the deputy director was willing to take a seat.

"I think if we have to find a target immediately as the direction of attack, then the biggest suspect at the moment is..."

He used his knowledge and looked at the deputy director. The deputy director immediately took action and bought all his knowledge at once. The deputy director's deep voice boomed in Martin's ears: Yamnia. He saw the deputy director

When Chang said this word, his eyes looked upward. Although it was only a short moment, Martin captured it.

But Martin couldn't believe his auditory system. He felt his head was buzzing. Yamnia? This man was a former lawyer and now a deputy state secretary. He studied at the University of Paris 10th with President Sarkozy.

Keqi's alumnus is also a celebrity around him, a rising political star. Did the deputy director not care about the consequences when he said this, or was he preparing to do a big trick? In fact, Martin thought the suspect was the deputy director, because this deputy director

The director was slightly panicked when he accepted his question, and this kind of panic was easy to see through in front of the experienced Martin. But would Martin's current faint panic be easy to see through in front of the experienced deputy director?

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

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

When the deputy director sent him out, he lowered his head and said softly: Hurry! The deputy director was a head taller than Martin. When he spoke, Martin felt like a thunder exploded above his head. This sentence was said in an authentic Parisian accent.

There was not a trace of other dialects mixed in. Could it be that the deputy director was a language genius? He knew the pronunciation and intonations from all over France? Martin didn't dare to think too much, went downstairs and exited the door, turned around and saw the driver waiting not far across the road.

Hold yourself.

Martin felt hot in his heart. It seemed that the driver was not as greedy as he thought. He just didn't want to miss his job. On the way back, Martin was both nervous and relieved. What was nervous was that he needed to seize the time to accurately understand the deputy director's words.

The important meaning of the words, I am 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 Eastern proverb is indeed correct. These directions are a great comfort and encouragement to me.

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There were no obstacles on the way back. The driver drove very fast. Martin was sitting in the back seat, squinting his eyes and thinking carefully about the words of the deputy director: Yamnia, Italy, hurry up! Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be a person outside the window.

A familiar figure, but the speed was too fast, and he was already out of sight before he could stop. After getting out of the car, and walking quickly to his office, Martin clarified some ideas: As a representative of government officials, Yamnia

He just assisted the National Museum to acquire a batch of famous paintings a week ago, and enthusiastically held a grand collection admission ceremony. He himself has close contacts with many well-known artists, and is also fond of art collection. He should have quite a lot of talents.

Suspicion, even if there is no suspicion, should be able to provide many useful clues. But Yamnia is a senior government official, he is not familiar with him, has no way to get close, and it is not easy to be too public in the name of handling the case. This is a problem

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Also, when the deputy director mentioned Italy, what does it mean? Italian mafia? Italian border? Italian painters or pasta?

The deputy director did not say thank you or goodbye at the end, but only said one word, "Hurry!" Of course Martin understood the meaning of "hurry". If the famous painting was resold or transferred out of the country, it would be much more difficult to trace the culprit.

Back in the office, his colleagues looked at Martin like a hero. The assistant had already prepared coffee and sandwiches. These fiery eyes and actions made Martin feel warm all over. Thinking of these scenes back then, Martin felt that he was now a

asshole.

However, the case did not make breakthrough progress as time passed, and Martin was under great pressure. Unexpectedly, one day his mother called to say that his father was sick, and Martin took the time to visit him with Beno and gifts. His parents lived in Paris, a suburb of Paris.

Near Gartel Park. There were many flowers planted outside the house. His father's face was a little pale, but fortunately it was not a serious illness. After a while, Beno started drinking tea and chatting with his mother in the living room - Martin's father likes to drink Thai

Kung Fu Tea, he has said many times that he is destined to Thailand. Martin sat on the chair in front of his father's bed, with a sad face. His father knew what he was busy with and what he was thinking, so he tried to inspire him and said, "He has heard that

An ancient Chinese crime story, the protagonist is called bao che

g. The case is about a businessman who passed by a certain place in Jiangxi and had to stay overnight because it was dark and rainy. Unexpectedly, the host wanted his money and killed him. He cut his body into pieces and burned it together with ceramics into a black basin.

In the end, Wu Pen complained, bao che

g followed the clues and found out the real culprit. After hearing this, Martin secretly laughed at his father. He was really stupid. He couldn't speak, so how could he complain to the judge? His father saw his expression and smiled and said, the evidence can speak. Martin suddenly

His whole body was shaking as if he had been struck by lightning. He said goodbye to his parents, asked Benaud to drive, and then thought hard about the meaning of the deputy director on the way home, and finally decided to take the stolen Italian painter Modigliani's
To be continued...