Lin Yue said: "In the past month, I have been to several places and chatted with the 'painter' customers. Some of them identified Li Wen as a 'painter', some identified Hua Nu as a 'painter', and others Said Si Zai is a 'painter'."
Ruan Wen said: "Do you think the 'painter' used the identities of Li Wen and others as a cover during the counterfeit banknote sale?"
Lin Yue nodded: "There is another strange thing. The buyer in Bakse recognized Bo Zai, but said that he was just a follower of the 'painter'. When I took out Li Wen, Hua Nu, Si Zai, and Wu Xin When he took photos of four people, he told me that none of the people in the photos were 'painters'."
Ruan Wen was confused: "What do you mean?"
"I suspect that Li Wen's confession is incomplete. At least one member of the 'Painter' group is at large."
"Could that person be the 'painter'?"
Lin Yue thought for a while: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."
A DNA sample of a strange woman was detected at a resort hotel in Chiang Rai Province, Thailand, and now information about a strange man was obtained from a buyer of counterfeit banknotes. The situation is becoming more and more complicated.
Now it seems that Li Wen's confession is true and false, false and true, is it 40% credible? I'm afraid I have to draw a question mark.
Of course, if it is as he thought, that Li Wen was imprisoned and then released on bail by Wu Xiuqing as a plan carefully planned by the "painter" to escape, then it is normal that the proportion of credible content in the confession is very low.
"I saw your painting in the counterfeit money buyer's back room in Dublin."
Ruan Wen was stunned when he heard about it: "My painting?"
Lin Yue said: "Li Wen's confession stated that the 'painter' bought all the paintings in the exhibition hall when you held an art exhibition at HK University, and was going to send them to a resort hotel in Chiang Rai, Thailand. Inspector He had brought people there before. I didn't find your painting at the resort hotel. I thought Li Wen was lying at the time. Now it seems that maybe the 'painter' did buy the painting, but he didn't send it to the resort hotel, but gave it as a gift to a regular customer. "
Ruan Wen pondered for a moment: "When I return to the hotel later, I will ask the assistant to fax a delivery note. It may be helpful to you."
"No need." Lin Yue said, "The things here have been almost settled. We will return to Hong Kong in a few days."
The Tuen Mun dyeing factory arson murder case and the Tsim Sha Tsui hotel shooting happened in Hong Kong. Wu Xin's Fuyuan Hotel was also there. He wanted to take Ruan Wen back to the scene of the crime to recall the situation at that time.
Ruan Wen did not answer immediately. He crossed his hands on his chest and tightened the shawl he brought back from Dublin.
"If it's really difficult..."
"No." She shook her head: "I'll go with you."
The record spun slowly, the notes flowing in the wind.
Ruan Wen picked up the brush and paint tray again and painted rich color spots on the edges of distant mountains and rivers.
…
Five days later.
HK International Airport.
Lin Yue and Ruan Wen got off the plane and saw He Weilan wearing sunglasses sitting in the row in front of the airport waiting for them.
"Senior brother."
Seeing the two coming, He Weilan called him affectionately without caring about the eyes of onlookers.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go to the headquarters to find you tomorrow?"
"There's not much going on in the ministry today, so I'm on a little mission."
He Weilan said while looking at Ruan Wen.
"Miss Ruan Wen, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look much better."
Ruan Wen smiled politely: "Thank you for your concern, Officer He."
"Let's go, I'll take you to the hotel first."
He Weilan took the two of them to the parking place.
Lin Yue opened the trunk door and put his luggage in. After that, he opened the door and sat next to Ruan Wen. He Weilan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and handed him the document bag on the passenger seat.
"This is the consignee information found based on the delivery note provided by Miss Ruan Wen's assistant."
He Weilan started the engine as he spoke.
Lin Yue opened the seal and took a look inside: "Are there any suspicious persons?"
He Weilan shook his head: "The identities of buyers from Australia, Singapore, and mainland China are very clean, but paintings sent to Cuba, the Middle East, and Eastern Europe are difficult to trace. It is confirmed that there are seven buyers who used fake names to receive the goods."
Sure enough.
Lin Yuexin said that it was exactly what he thought. It was now 1998, and the "Painter" Group was engaged in transnational business. Three generations of management had accumulated a large number of human resources. It was not ordinary to find clues about "Painter" from the invoice. big.
"Officer He, your work efficiency is so high."
The person who spoke was Ruan Wen. Three days ago, she asked her assistant to email the invoice to He Weilan. She thought that this kind of cross-border investigation would take at least ten and a half days, but she didn't expect that she would get the results as soon as she arrived in HK.
He Weilan said: "Of course the things that senior brother ordered must be completed as soon as possible. You don't know how terrifying it is when he gets angry."
Ruan Wen turned to look at Lin Yue.
Is he scary? no……
Unlike He Weilan, she has no experience of working together, so she naturally cannot realize how strong the aura that Officer Lin unintentionally exudes when he is concentrating on his work.
Lin Yue glared at Madam who was driving in the driver's seat: "Is it as exaggerated as you said?"
"Since getting this document, Huang Ling has been able to make 50 phone calls to the Australian police 24 hours a day, chasing them for buyer information. When people asked her why she was so active, she said she was afraid of being lectured by you."
He Weilan said: "I have worked with her for five or six years, and I have never seen her so afraid of anyone."
Lin Yue flipped through the briefcase placed on the back window and took out a pair of amber glass bottles, which looked like maple leaves from the outside.
"Go back later and help me bring this to her."
He Weilan said: "What?"
"Maple syrup, a specialty of Vancouver, so when you think of me in the future, you won't only remember my fierce side."
"And this." Lin Yue said, taking out a small box with an elegant appearance. A very special fragrance spread in the carriage: "For your dad, Cuba's warmest greetings."
He Weilan smiled and said, "Don't you have mine?"
Lin Yue glanced at Ruan Wen: "Yes."
As he spoke, he handed over a box four inches long and two inches wide.
He Weilan took a glance and found that he couldn't understand the words on it.
"What's this?"
"Curry, authentic Indian food, you put too much pressure on yourself, I think you should learn to slow down. Well, cooking is a good choice."
"Curry?" He Weilan's eyebrows were filled with some indescribable emotions.
Ruan Wen frowned slightly. Before boarding the plane, he didn't see Lin Yue packing things in the briefcase. Why is it now like Doraemon's pocket, and a bunch of things were rummaged out in the blink of an eye.
How did she know that these things were taken out by Lin Yueda from the system space? He had gone to Mexico, Ireland, Laos, India, and Cuba before, and bought or snatched many special products from the locals, intending to come back to please the painter lady and use them later. The two most literary things, such as Cuban cigars that can be used to win over the elders, maple syrup that can be used to coax children, and curry that show cooking skills, are not used. Anyway, things from the movie world cannot bring back reality, so it is better to use them Win people's hearts.
He Weilan wanted to tell him that she couldn't cook, but she swallowed the words again.
…
Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel the assistant had booked in advance.
Lin Yue first sent Ruan Wen to the guest room to rest. After all, after flying for more than ten hours from Vancouver to Hong Kong, her body was a little overwhelmed, so she went downstairs to see He Weilan off.
"Senior brother."
Lin Yue watched her get into the cab and was about to leave when she stopped him.
"What's wrong?"
He Weilan opened the co-pilot's glove box, took out a transparent plastic bag and handed it over.
Lin Yue took it and took a look, frowning slightly.
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