what's in the depths

No. 15 days after Tang Leguang fell from the building, the principal and administrative director of St. Vital came back from Italy.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan, the principal lowered his airs and bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry, my school's improper education has caused you trouble."

The principal of their school, Luo Sheng, is a dignified man with gold-rimmed glasses. He is dressed in a black suit, and has a tasteful navy-blue tie with dark patterns. He looks like a social elite.

Zhu Yuhan politely handed the cigarette to Luo Sheng.

The three of them sat down in the principal's office with the administrative director, and Zhu Yuhan began to look around this elegantly decorated office.

In addition to the standard desk, there is also a set of elegant huanghuali desks and chairs that are lower than ordinary desks and chairs, which seem to be used for receiving distinguished guests for tea;

The wallpaper looks new, and there is an oil painting about [-] meters high in the corner, which is a copy of Raphael's "Sistine Madonna".

The picture portrays the image of the Virgin who is willing to sacrifice her son to save the suffering world.

Luo Sheng said that he is a Christian, and he likes "the noble spirit of the Virgin Mary offering her beloved son to save mankind" in this painting very much, so he put the painting in his office to remind himself at all times, learn from the high as a teacher, and be a role model. Also have this attitude of sacrificing yourself to save everyone

Zhu Yuhan smiled and looked at the painting.

"Who drew this?"

"At the beginning of this year, it was presented by Mr. Jin Shangyi, a well-known and respected teacher in this city."

"Very good, can I take some photos to take back to enjoy?"

Luo Sheng smiled and raised his hand politely: "Please feel free."

Zhu Yuhan held up the SLR and took a few photos.

"You just came back today. It's a long journey and it's been hard work. Then I won't bother you." Zhu Yuhan put away the DSLR, shook hands with Luo Sheng, and left in a hurry.

Back at the police station, Zhu Yuhan immediately turned on the computer and retrieved Luo Sheng's file.

Luo Sheng, born in 1980, his father was a wealthy real estate businessman who passed away two years ago, and his mother also came from a wealthy family, but was sent to a local mental hospital for recuperation due to mental illness seven years ago.

Zhu Yuhan chewed on the tasteless bread, flipping through Luo Sheng's detailed information.

Turn on the SLR again, import "Sistine Madonna" into the computer, connect it to a projector, and magnify it several times.

Find the original painting from the Internet and compare it carefully.

The reason why I have doubts about the paintings is that when I get close to the paintings, I obviously smell the unpleasant smell of toning oil. This is a necessary material for oil paintings. Paintings that have been stored for a long time will be painted with toning oil to maintain the original color of the painting. Beware of pigment discoloration and peeling off.

After a detailed comparison, I found that on the copy, there is a subtle difference that is not easy to detect on the yellow-green skirt of the Saint Barbara next to it.

The folds of the clothes seem to have been deliberately covered with a fan-shaped pen, which is obviously very different from the original smooth and delicate brushstrokes.

Zhu Yuhan swallowed the bread, choking so hard that he slapped his chest.

He went out and got into the police car and went straight to Jin Shangyi's house.

Knocking on the door, an old man with a crane bone and fairy wind opened the door. Seeing that it was a policeman, he was a little surprised, but he was welcomed in immediately.

Zhu Yuhan didn't want to greet him too much, and directly took out his DSLR to show the suspicious trace in "The Sistine Madonna" to Elder Jin.

Jin Lao put on his reading glasses, and at a glance, he was sure that this was not his original brushwork

"It should have been modified by someone, and it's still a layman just from the strokes."

Mr. Jin looked a little sullen, as if he was very dissatisfied that his hard work was tampered with at will.

"I heard that you are close friends with the principal of St. Vital, Mr. Luo Sheng?"

Mr. Jin waved his hand: "What kind of close friend, I have only met a few times, last year happened to be the 260th anniversary of the founding of St. Vital, I was invited to participate in the school ceremony, and I presented one of the paintings to St. I pay my respects."

"You mean this work was given as a gift last year?" Zhu Yuhan narrowed his eyes.

Jin Lao nodded: "Although I am old, I am not confused. I gave it in March last year."

"Then Mr. Jin, my nephew has something to ask you for advice." Zhu Yuhan sat up straight.

"You said."

"How can I remove a piece of detail in a recent oil painting without damaging the original?"

Jin Lao looked at Zhu Yuhan through thick presbyopic glasses, then got up and walked into the bedroom, took out a very smooth scraper from inside and handed it over:

"If it's a recent work, put some turpentine on it and it can be scraped off, but it's impossible without destroying the original."

Zhu Yuhan took the spatula and kept thanking him.

"Mr. Police, with all due respect, Luo Sheng, the principal of St. Vital, won't be involved in anything." Elder Jin sat on the sofa, shaking his big gray beard.

"Sorry, I can't spread this matter to outsiders." Zhu Yuhan put away the spatula, stood up and bowed farewell to Mr. Jin.

Just before Zhu Yuhan went out, he suddenly heard Mr. Jin say:

"Generally, it takes at least a week for the coloring oil and paint to dry on the screen."

Zhu Yuhan smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Jin, for your guidance."

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The boy who learned the piano and claimed to be an excellent criminal investigation policeman never expected that the police actually asked him for help.

The task assigned by the police made his blood boil all over. When he got home, he couldn't wait to open Conan Doyle's Detective Collection, and he would write down the tricky methods to solve the case.

Zhu Yuhan told him to let him sneak into the principal's office tonight and scrape off the wet paint on the virgin's green crochet in the painting "Sistine Madonna" in the office and put it into an evidence bag.

Zhu Yuhan found a master lockpicker and asked him to go with the boy.

After twelve o'clock that night, the boy sneaked out of the house, and after connecting with the lockpicker, he went to the security room first and knocked on the door.

The security guard opened the door, and when he saw the boy with a hippie smile, he was about to kick him out:

"Why are you again, why don't you hang out at night without sleeping?"

The boy said twice: "The aunt in the convenience store opposite asked me to send a message. She said that she had thought about it for a long time and decided to try dating you. She is waiting for you in the store now. Go quickly."

When the security guard heard this, his face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile: "Young man, please help me watch a little bit, I will go back as soon as I go."

Before leaving, the security guard took out his small mirror and fiddled with his thinning hair twice. After confirming that he was more handsome than Daniel Wu, he hummed a little song and went straight to the convenience store opposite.

The boy gestured to the master lockpicker who was hiding in the dark, and the two sneaked into the school like thieves.

As soon as he walked to the door of the principal's office, he heard voices coming from inside.

The boy was so excited that he rushed to the master unlocker and gestured to tell him that there was someone inside.

The two hid in the storage room on the opposite side until the sound of locking the door and the sound of leather shoes gradually disappeared, and then they came out of the storage room cautiously.

The master lockpicker took out a tool and poked it into the keyhole.

The boy hid in the corridor to watch the wind, and asked anxiously why he was still not well.

"This new lock is not easy to open."

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a "click", and the door opened by itself.

The boy put his heart into his throat, sneaked into the office, closed the door, turned on the flashlight and carefully searched for the "difference" that Zhu Yuhan said.

He picked up the shining scraper, aimed at the thick piece of wet paint and gently scraped it off. The paint rolled into a ball and fell off. The boy put the paint into the evidence bag, and then saw the original picture below.

He took out the printing paper that Zhu Yuhan gave him, covered it on the original picture, put it away, looked around, and went to the drawer again.

These are useless files.

Unwilling to give up, he opened the bottom drawer again, but still found nothing.

"Don't look for it, hurry up and go." Seeing the boy's interest, the unlock master hurriedly urged him to leave.

The two left the school on tiptoe. The master lockpicker climbed the school fence and fell into the evergreen holly outside because of his inconvenient legs.

"Okay, you guys asked me to do this. If the headmaster calls the police, don't find me."

The boy took out 300 yuan and handed it over: "Succeed, thank you for your hard work. I will come to you next time when something like this happens."

When the boy handed over the evidence to Zhu Yuhan and was full of joy waiting for words of praise, what he got in return was that Zhu Yuhan pulled up his pants and refused to recognize anyone:

"What time is it, hurry back and don't hang around outside."

"Take me with you, or I'll tell the world that you instructed me to sneak into the principal's office." The boy put his hands on his hips, imitating his mother.

"I think you are looking for death, within three seconds, disappear."

Tong Si yawned and walked out of Zhu Yuhan's private office:

"What are you arguing about, and you don't even look at what time it is."

Zhu Yuhan held Tong Si by the back collar and threw him aside: "Who let you into my office."

"It's not an outsider." Tong Si chuckled twice: "This is not to solve the case as soon as possible, so check your computer for any useful information."

Zhu Yuhan glanced at him, then turned to Zhou Xiaoran, who was still on duty, and said, "Take this annoying second-generation ancestor home."

After the boy was dragged away by Zhou Xiaoran, the "first iron hand" of the criminal investigation department, Zhu Yuhan hurried back to the office, turned on the computer, and searched for "Luo Sheng's mother".

There are quite a few related entries, but the one with the highest frequency is "Luo Sheng's mother suffers from mental illness, kills pets, skins and dismembers corpses."

Open the entry, which explains in detail that Luo Sheng's father has been promiscuous outside for a long time and domestically abused his wife, which caused Luo Sheng's mother to suffer from mental illness. She used to kill animals as a hobby. When she was sent to a mental hospital, she went crazy and shouted "I I'm not sick."

Zhu Yuhan turned his head to look at Tong Si who was eating a croissant, and hooked his fingers at him.

Tong Si wiped his greasy hands on his trousers, and leaned over:

"What instructions does the boss have?"

"Come with me to the mental hospital tomorrow."

"Why, what do you feel uncomfortable about?"

Zhu Yuhan grabbed his ear: "Don't smile, be serious. Also, dye your yellow hair back as soon as possible, and take off your earrings. A people's policeman should look like a policeman."

"I have to order, I'll do it now, I'm sure you'll be satisfied." With a playful laugh, Tong Si rushed into the night with his piggy Peppa on his back.

When the internal call was made to Chu Rong, there was melodious music coming from Chu Rong.

"Where?"

"graduate School."

"Such loud music."

Chu Rong smiled softly: "Relax."

"Don't relax, I just stole something from the principal's office of St. Vital College at the risk of being dismissed for investigation. You can help me test the specific ingredients."

"I have to get paid for things that are not part of my job." Chu Rong turned off the music, and his voice became clear.

"Tell me, what do you want, as long as it's not money, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Chu Rong took out the cigarette case from his pocket, popped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, holding the lighter in his hand and pressing lightly:

"you."