Under the protection of the city police system, the night in the inner city is generally peaceful and peaceful. Sheriff Mu Yue attended the family gathering for the opening of the art museum and could not leave until night.
So tired... This was supposed to be my dad. There are so many relatives in the family, and everyone has to remember their name and relationship with me. I'd really rather stay up late working on a case.
Most of the Han family members have a police background. Mu Yuelai also wore a police uniform when attending parties. This is a relatively common choice within the family and is not considered rude.
A slightly loose jacket, a purely decorative golden tassel ribbon on the breast pocket, a short skirt that is not suitable for running, black stockings and high heels... Even the police hat has a soft brim that highlights feminine features.
This was the outfit he wore when he first met Qin Jiandan. Qin Jiandan has never been seen since.
The art museum is located in a prosperous area of Huanshi City. It has a magnificent tempered glass dome and an extremely luxurious interior decoration. The level of splendor and splendor is enough for any emperor to hold a coronation ceremony here.
Before the arrival of the police chief, Mu Yue would rather look at the cold night sky outside the dome.
After the police chief arrived, he talked with Mu Yue for a long time, either about work or family. In fact, police work itself can be regarded as part of the Han family's business.
The chief of police is the biological brother of Mu Yue's father and Mu Yue's biological uncle. The two families are very close. Ever since the "police car bombing", his uncle has been very concerned about the situation at Mu Yue's family. It can even be said that his uncle has replaced the functions of his alcoholic father.
But Mu Yue does not consider herself superior to others just because her uncle is the chief of police. As long as one of her and her uncle wears a police uniform, she will definitely call the other person "chief of police."
Now the chief of police went to socialize with other people. He holds a high position and is the second son of the patriarch of the Han family. Being able to spare so much time to talk to Mu Yue has already highlighted the importance he attaches to his niece.
Mu Yue sometimes forgets that the patriarch of the Han family is her grandfather. Grandpa lives in seclusion and did not attend this family gathering. Mu Yue even forgot what her grandfather looked like.
Now this art museum is filled with people who are related to me, but I feel so lonely for some reason...I miss Valei's noisyness a bit, even the very thick-skinned Qin Jiandan...
Mu Yue strolled up to an oil painting. There were many oil paintings hanging at different heights on the pure white wall. Some had weird styles, and some were just piles of color blocks. This one was at least understandable.
This painting is very bold in the use of paint, and even a little deliberately rough - the central tower stands tall and lonely under the night, and the blurry black people raise their arms, asking for salvation from the white color that symbolizes hope. Although there is a theme of "hope" in the painting, the brushwork highlights "despair" even more.
"How about, is there a style like Van Gogh in the Earth Age? I heard that this painter also called himself "Van Gogh". "
A frail old man in a wheelchair appeared on the right side of Mu Yue's field of vision. His skin was dry, his age spots were numerous and dark, and his lower body and legs were atrophied. It seemed that he was unable to walk because of this.
This is the eldest person in the family. He seems to be an art lover and likes to be called a "collector". Mu Yue is not familiar with him.
The "Collector" is looked after by a particularly tall female assistant who moves the wheelchair from behind. This female assistant has blond hair and fair skin, and has a shrewd and capable temperament, but her hands are slender and not very good-looking.
"Sorry, I don't know much about art history." Mu Yue bowed slightly to the family elders, "I just think this painting is very touching."
Mu Yue started the "relative relationship calculator" in her mind, trying to figure out how to address the other party, but the other party spoke first:
"I know you. Aren't you my little niece Mu Yue? I like others to call me "Uncle Collector". You should call me that too. It makes me look younger. "
"Okay, then I'll call you uncle." Mu Yue saluted the elder again. Although the other person was very old, in terms of seniority, he might actually be his uncle.
The collector waved and the female assistant pushed the wheelchair to a position more suitable for viewing the paintings.
"Mu Yue, you have a good sense. This painting really touches people's hearts. Yes, such despair..."
The collector looked at the colors on the oil painting like a man possessed, and Mu Yue felt as if caterpillars were crawling up her back.
"My legs," the collector patted his knees, "the regeneration chamber cannot cure diseases, let alone delay aging. These legs have deep nerve necrosis, and even prosthetics cannot be installed... I have not used them for 20 years. Can stand up again.”
"Despair! Deep despair! I can understand the mood expressed in this painting! This new "Van Gogh" is really an excellent painter. I want to collect all his paintings! "
"Is this "Van Gogh" still alive? Mu Yue was a little curious, "With my uncle's financial resources, it would be no problem even if he raised a painter to create specifically for you, right?" "
"That's not possible." The collector immediately refused. "It is said that the painter lives in an outer city and has a difficult life. Some people say that he was made into a "brain machine" by the company, and he can only create with his only mechanical arm holding an old paintbrush. . If I raise him up, won't he be far away from these despairs and no longer be able to create these beautiful works! "
Mu Yue was speechless. The Han family is one of the three major families in the inner city. Coming from such a prosperous family, most people have no sympathy for the people at the bottom. When Mu Yue celebrated her birthday as a child, she asked why she would rather throw away the remaining cake than share it with the poor in the outer city, and was laughed at by her relatives.
It seems that this "Uncle Collector" is just a parasite that rides on the heads of the people and only sucks blood...
Mu Yue planned to say goodbye and leave, but the collector made one last request to her.
"Mu Yue, can you use your hands to straighten this painting? I feel that it is hanging a little crookedly."
Mu Yue frowned slightly. Even without relying on the "super vision" mode of her prosthetic eyes, she could still keenly sense whether items were placed horizontally, and even a 5-degree inclination could not escape her naked eyes. The painting is not hung crookedly at all.
But the request from the elders could not be ignored, so Mu Yue had to pretend to hold the frame with both hands and make symbolic adjustments.
"Is this okay?"
"Well, well, very good." During the whole process, the collector did not pay attention to the frame, but stared at Mu Yue's hand with greedy eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work. What a beautiful pair of hands..."
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It was a little later, in a remote small room in the southeast corner of the art museum.
Konatsu Miyamoto hooked her hands and feet into the heating pipe and hung upside down from the ceiling, not daring to let out any air.
After the crying incident in the street, Xiaoxia learned from Kazama that the child sent by Dr. Li belonged to Jiro Watanabe, and that the young master was in a hurry to go to the store with a pink sign, just to use the toilet.
"I've been cheated! I've lost a lot of money! How can I spread the word like this! How should I be compensated!"
Having said that, Dr. Li who conveyed the message was deeply trusted by the president and could not be offended. After thinking about it, it was Sheriff Mu Yue's fault.
"Without her, I would not have misunderstood that this was the child of the young master and her! Without her, the young master would have married me long ago and made me his wife! In short, without Han Muyue, this world would be a lot different good!"
Xiaoxia entrusted Kazama to hand over the child to Watanabe Jiro's mother, and then came to the inner city alone on her own initiative.
"Although she can't commit assassination, I can investigate Han Muyue's scandal! Since she is the police chief, she must be corrupt, pervert the law, abuse lynching, and take human life lightly, right?"
"Hehehe~ Even if the investigation only shows that she bathes less often than me, it is still a major gain! Han Muyue's "black file" will definitely continue to increase page by page. When the young master sees the whole file, he will understand that she is a corrupt person. Anyone who bends the law, abuses lynching, takes human life lightly, and is not hygienic should completely hate her! "
With this mentality, Xiaoxia found out that the Han family had a gathering today and sneaked near the art museum.
For a family gathering attended by the Chief of Police, those in charge of security are naturally the city police. There are no less than 200 special-duty city policemen, stationed at three posts, one post and five posts, monitoring everything inside and outside the art museum.
Entrances and exits are heavily guarded, and upstairs windows are inaccessible. It took Xiaoxia a long time to find a defensive corner, and she used the "Phantom Substitution Technique" she had just learned to pass through the glass and enter the dark small room in the southeast corner of the art museum.
She regretted it after entering, because this seemed to be a backup archive storage room. There was only one wooden door leading to the main body of the art gallery. They were probably all locked. The thick dust accumulated between the bookshelves almost choked Xiaoxia to death.
At this time, footsteps suddenly came from behind the wooden door. Xiaoxia quickly made a triangle jump, quickly ran up to the ceiling, and hung upside down on the heating pipe.
There were three people in total who opened the door and came in. One was the police chief whose photo Xiaoxia had seen, and the other was an old man in a wheelchair, who was pushed by a tall female assistant.
Xiaoxia held her breath with her heart pounding.
