"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhao Yu kicked the broken spoon aside and said to everyone, "Better peace, haha... Come on, the hot pot is here. Everyone must be hungry, right?"
As he was talking, the waiter brought up the charcoal pot for stewing the mutton.
"Meow meow, come closer here, don't rub against it..." Zhao Yu diligently stood between Miao Ying and the stove, "Otherwise, I'll have to buy you new clothes again!"
The hot pot landed and the waiter withdrew.
"Zhao Yu, there seems to be a problem..." Miss Miao narrowed her eyes, stared at Zhao Yu and said, "Didn't you hear what I asked you just now? Captain Xiao asked you, what is your picture album?"
"Huh? Picture album?" Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, then pretended to understand and said, "Oh... it's that picture album! It's nothing, it's just an exhibit. It was used to analyze the case, so I'll give it back to him later. Got it!"
"Evidence? What evidence?" Miss Miao was about to break the casserole and ask the question.
"Come on, come on, I'm all hungry. Put the meat in and start the pot! Hahaha..." Zhao Yu ignored this, picked up the chopsticks and put the meat in the pot.
"Hey! Okay, okay..." Ran Tao had already opened the red wine and started pouring wine for everyone, and said at the same time, "I'm really hungry. Why has the weather turned cold all of a sudden!"
"Zhao Yu," Miss Miao held down Zhao Yu's chopsticks and asked seriously, "This is not okay, how could you take the evidence without permission!
"You don't work as a police officer for a day or two. I don't understand. What are you thinking? Is the evidence important?"
"No..." Zhao Yu explained, "I just thought of something from the evidence and got inspiration, so I took it back and analyzed it carefully, and will return it tomorrow!
"Come!" Zhao Yu raised the red wine, "It's rare for everyone to get together today, so I'll do it first as a token of respect!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and drank up a large glass of red wine.
Everyone knew Zhao Yu's temper, so they immediately toasted to celebrate and started eating.
"That's not right." However, Miss Miao just couldn't pass this test today, so she immediately pulled Zhao Yu's collar and said, "Get inspiration from the evidence... However, the Bones case has been solved, and Abiculla's information has been found. , so what inspiration did you get?”
"Ahem..." Hearing this, Zhao Yu almost spat out a mouthful of wine and coughed several times before explaining with a smile on his face, "It's not this case, it's another case!"
"Oh?" Miao Ying wondered, "What case? When you were at Hailan, did you receive other tasks?"
"No!" Zhao Yu knew that if he continued to hide it, he would die in an ugly way, so he simply told half of the truth and said to Miao Ying, "What happened is like this...
"Xiao Hang and I went to Abiculla's house to look for clues, and accidentally discovered a picture album collected by Abiculla!
"The album is full of oil paintings by famous artists. Logically speaking, there is nothing unusual about it! But..." Zhao Yu changed the subject and said, "I am a very perceptive Detective Zhao, but I realized some important things from this ordinary oil painting. The thing reminded me of the oil painting murder case in France!"
"Ah? Oil painting murder case?" Miao Ying was greatly surprised.
"What oil painting murder case?" Ran Tao asked, "I don't understand, what does it have to do with France? Why is it so international?"
"You..." Miao Ying let go of Zhao Yu's collar and asked, "What have you realized?"
"I... I realized... um... ahem..." Zhao Yu cleared his throat and then stumbled, "Let me, look at that oil painting... Of course, I am an amateur, but I think that oil painting is... particularly good. !
"The painting is so lifelike! It is indeed a famous painting, it is so eye-catching!" Zhao Yu said sincerely, "But! As I looked at it, an idea suddenly came to me. , I said 'Hey'? Why do these oil paintings suddenly remind me of the French Oil Painting Murder Case?"
"Oh, it's actually this case. I seem to have seen it on Facebook and Twitter!" Zeng Ke found the information about the oil painting murder case on his mobile phone, and immediately picked it up and showed it to the team members. Only then did he understand. Understand the ins and outs of the case.
However, they don't know what this case has to do with Zhao Yu
"How..." Miao Ying was particularly interested in the case and immediately speculated excitedly, "Are there any clues related to the oil painting murder case in the album? Tell me, what did you find? No wonder the Secret Service allowed you to bring the album back. !”
"No, there are no clues!" Zhao Yu grinned, "But, I thought of a question that might help solve the case!"
"Oh? Say it quickly!" Miao Ying urged.
"I have read the files. The French police have made many speculations about this case. Among them," Zhao Yu said, "the one they most recognized is that the criminal is likely to be one or a few depressed people. painter or artist!
“They were dissatisfied with reality and felt that they could not realize their own values, so they committed the oil painting murder case to vent their emotions!
"In addition, there are various speculations such as the student theory and the metamorphosis theory, but," Zhao Yu spread his hands, "I looked through the files, but I couldn't find the one I guessed!
"I'm wondering if the key to the oil painting murder case lies in my speculation?"
"What is your speculation?" Miao Ying urged, "At this time, please stop showing off, okay?"
"I looked at the albums collected by Abiculla. They were all painted by masters and famous artists. He was such a good artist! So, I suddenly thought," Zhao Yu said thoughtfully, "The murderer in the oil painting murder case. Could he also be a famous painter or artist who has become famous and highly respected?"
"This... famous painter?" Miao Ying's eyes widened, feeling a little unreliable, "Is it..."
"Yes, just because he is a famous painter," Zhao Yu said, "that's why the police will not doubt him! He is already successful and famous, why would he kill someone?"
"Yes," Ran Tao waved his hand, "Is this also our question?"
"The answer is simple, I'm sick! I've watched too many movies," Zhao Yu said. "A famous artist has reached the peak of his art, and then he becomes obsessed and wants to use more alternative means to achieve success. satisfy!
"That's why he committed such a case!"
"Wow, your inference..." Cui Lizhu pouted and shook her head in disapproval.
"I'm not talking nonsense," Zhao Yu opened his mobile phone, pulled out relevant information, and said, "See for yourselves, the murderer's fee for each murder is not something ordinary people can afford! Whether it's setting the scene or putting makeup on the dead , even the canvas used is valuable!
"If you are a frustrated painter, can you afford it
"Look at these crime scenes again," Zhao Yu pointed at another photo and said, "The makeup, props, and scenery, no matter how you look at them, are all impeccable. They were all made by a master!"
"Oh..." Miao Ying analyzed it carefully and hurriedly said to Zhao Yu, "Then... have you contacted the French side?"
"Ah... hero... please accompany me to pursue my dream... "
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhao Yu's phone suddenly rang.
"Hey, it's from the Secret Service!" Zhao Yu recognized the caller's number and quickly stood up and went to the corner to answer the call.
After answering the phone, he returned to the dining table and said to everyone: "Okay, the Bones case is closed. You can rest, but I can't!"
"How..." Miao Ying asked, "The Secret Service has a mission?"
"Yes!" Zhao Yu nodded, "Here comes the work! Today, I, Detective Zhao, will make his debut in the Secret Service!
"Hey!" He pointed at everyone, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly toast me and wish me good luck in opening my business? Oh no, wish me immediate success!"
"Yes, yes..." Ran Tao quickly took the lead and stood up and shouted, "Come on, let's wish the boss a good start together!"
After saying that, everyone raised their glasses together and were forced to give blessings to Zhao Yu...
(End of chapter)