It was a paper airplane. Because it got into the gap in the iron frame in the middle of the skylight glass, it was not wet by the rain or blown away by the wind. However, due to long-term exposure to the outdoors, the paper felt very old.
He unfolded the plane and found that it was actually a sketch. Although the lines had been distorted, he could still identify the character in the painting from the outline and face shape.
Nguyen Van.
Of course this is not Ruan Wen's self-portrait, nor is it Luo Wen's manuscript. Who is the person who frequents this place?
It seemed that only Li asked.
Like in the final scene of the film, he is supposed to be constantly observing the women in the studio through the skylight.
The vast majority of painters...no, even those who only know a few painting skills will spare no time and effort to leave the impression of their beloved woman/man on the drawing paper.
"What are you doing?"
A voice sounded at the entrance of the corridor.
Lin Yue looked back and saw Ruan Wen slowly walking out. She must have not been back for a long time, so she followed him with some concern.
Lin Yue handed over the drawing paper.
She took it in her hand and looked at it.
"Is that me in the painting?"
Lin Yue nodded.
"It was folded into an airplane and thrown out, but unfortunately it didn't fly too far and got into the gap in the skylight. The creases on it mean that it was crumpled into a ball of paper before being folded into an airplane."
Ruan Wen sat down near the eaves and looked at the drawing paper in a daze.
"Drawing you means that he likes you. After finishing the drawing, he crumpled the drawing paper into a ball, which means that he knows that there will be no results with you, or he saw you dating Luo Wen in the skylight and felt inferior and self-pity. Later, he painted Folding paper into a plane and letting it fly should be a compromise with reality.”
Ruan Wen didn't say anything. He folded the drawing paper again into an airplane and waved it gently in the direction of the wind.
The piece of paper rode the wind across the high wall, crossed the railroad tracks, and disappeared into the grass over there.
"There's a problem here."
Lin Yue walked to her side, looked at the sunset and said: "If Li Wen was a painter, it would be understandable that he would not dare to face you before he found a way to make super counterfeit banknotes, because he could not realize his personal value and had no self-confidence. But if he found a way to make super counterfeit banknotes, After using this method, why am I still ashamed of myself? If I were him, after making enough money, I would find a way to clear my name and transform into a successful person who knows your story and understands your paintings and approaches you. What would you think at that time? he?"
Ruan Wen remained silent.
Lin Yue continued: "If Li Wen's low self-esteem when facing you comes from his criminal behavior, why would a person with an intact conscience commit murder and arson so easily? Do you remember that I went to the city police while you were resting in the hotel at noon? Is the bureau requesting assistance? I reviewed the scene investigation report of the murder of seven central bank guards, and there are various signs that this is not the first time that the 'painter' has done this kind of thing."
Ruan Wen recalled the conversation between the two when they were still on Qindao: "Didn't you say that Li Wen is not a painter?"
"Yes, only if Li Wen is not a painter can we explain the conflict between his views on love and life."
Lin Yue seemed to be sharing his thoughts, but he was actually complaining about the collapse of the main characters of "Wushuang".
Ruan Wen patted his right side and said, "Sit with me for a while."
Lin Yue walked over and sat down.
She watched the sunset sinking little by little into the horizon.
"I never knew the sunset from here was so beautiful."
Lin Yue stretched out his arm, with the thumb and index finger of his right hand staggered, holding only half of the sunset on the horizon in his fingers.
"What are you doing?"
"Keep it in your heart."
Ruan Wen smiled: "You really shouldn't be a policeman."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you have an unruly heart."
…
Lin Yue sat with her until the sun went down and then returned to the hotel. They had something to eat in the evening and drove to Chinatown the next morning and went to the antique shop where Wu Xin bought the antique clock.
The boss is a Chinese in his sixties and is a little deaf. He can hear clearly only when he speaks louder.
After Ruan Wen entered the store, he walked to the antique rack with blue and white porcelain plates and carefully studied the brushwork of ancient painters. Lin Yue revealed his identity to the boss and asked him about Wu Xin coming here to buy an antique clock three years ago.
Although the old man was deaf, he had a good memory. He moved Lin Yue to the sofa in the middle, poured him a cup of tea, sat down and recounted what happened that day.
About 10 minutes later, Lin Yue pushed open the door of the antique shop and got into the car parked on the roadside.
Ruan Wen noticed his puzzled expression.
"What's wrong? Is there no harvest?"
"On the contrary."
"You have gained something and you still look gloomy."
"Because I can't figure it out." Lin Yue said: "The owner of the antique shop said that Wu Xin took a fancy to the late Qing Dynasty antique clock when he came in, and paid 300 US dollars to buy it. Because the customer was very happy, the owner even enthusiastically sent it to the door. , but unexpectedly, he went to the bank to exchange currency three months later and found that the $300 bills were all counterfeit. In the end, the federal police were called. First of all, according to the boss, Wu Xin didn’t hesitate after taking a fancy to the antique clock. The payment was in U.S. dollars; secondly, all $300 was counterfeit."
"Do you know how ordinary people use counterfeit banknotes? Mixing one or two counterfeit banknotes with real banknotes can reduce the probability of being discovered, and it is best to use old counterfeit banknotes. Ordinary people understand the truth, Wu Xin, as People in the industry don’t understand? And this is an antique store. The people who open this kind of store have much better eyesight than ordinary people. How confident is Wu Xin that he can deceive the owner of the antique store with the fake US dollars in his hand? "
"Li Wen said in his confession about the 'painter' that Wu Xin repeatedly emphasized how important it is for those who make and sell counterfeit banknotes to abide by the rules. He also warned him not to meddle in other people's business. Technicians should just be calm and do their jobs well. You won’t get into trouble at work. Details like this are most likely not made up. So why did the master who was teaching newcomers to abide by the rules a few days ago break the rules a few days later? And from the antique shop owner’s story It can be seen that Wu Xin did not hesitate when he paid for the antique clock. Do you think the whole thing is strange?"
Ruan Wen said: "It's very strange to hear what you said."
"There's something even weirder behind."
Lin Yue took the document bag on the back seat, pulled out a document and handed it over.
"What's this?"
"Customs declaration form."
"Customs declaration form?"
"Look at what the shipping address says?"
"HK...Fuyuanxing?"
"Yes, Fuyuan Hang, the antique shop used by Wu Xin, the old man of the 'Painter' Group, to hide from others. Things bought with counterfeit money are sent out through regular channels, and the delivery address is his own antique shop. How stupid a thief must be to do this. To this extent?”
"You mean..."
Lin Yue nodded: "I suspect Wu Xin did this on purpose."
"Deliberately? Why did he betray his companions?"
"I don't know either." Lin Yue said: "Do you still remember when Wu Xin's family of five were killed in MO?"
"Remember."
"I suspect that their deaths were not just about the 'painters' upholding the rules, but also an element of revenge."
Lin Yue turned the car key and started the engine.
"In the dictionary of a 'painter', using counterfeit banknotes made by oneself is equivalent to endangering the lives of his companions. However, what about what he did in the Golden Triangle? With just a few people against a heavily armed army, what did he put at risk for the lives of his companions? Land? In the final analysis, the so-called rules are just a reflection of his personal will."
After Lin Yue said this, he stepped on the clutch, put into gear, accelerated and left the roadside, turned around and drove back.
Ruan Wen looked at his profile and said, "Where should we go next?"
Lin Yue looked forward and said, "Where am I going?"
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