I'm Not a Detective

Qingjian Liuli thought about it all the way but couldn't figure out what to do with the stolen money. It involved the last wishes of the deceased, ethics and morals, laws and regulations, and he couldn't figure it out at all. His pig brain was directly overloaded, and he started to give up on himself when he got home, preparing to let the seven Yuan Wu went to mess around.

She wiped the box clean in the yard and then moved it into the living room, while Takeshi Nanahara was already humming a song in the kitchen and preparing dinner, looking in a very good mood.

She curled her lips disdainfully and didn't bother to pay attention to him. She took out the items in the box and took a closer look. No matter what, they were still rough handicrafts. After weighing them carefully and knocking them, they found they were not gold-painted or hollow. Hidden something.

The same goes for the box. It is an ordinary thin wooden box. It has been buried in the damp ground for almost twenty years. The paint has peeled off and the wood is somewhat rotten. Not only is it not valuable, there is no possibility of having an interlayer.

What are the valuable things?

Takeshi Nanahara quickly came out with a plate of fried beef patties. He was busy entrusting the task today, and even took a casual bite of lunch. He didn't prepare dinner in advance, so he still had to make do with it in the evening.

The beef patty was long and flat, deep-fried to a golden color, and smelled very fragrant. Qing Jian Liuli moved her index finger, but her curiosity got the upper hand for the time being. She looked at him and asked, "Where is the valuable thing?"

Takeshi Nanahara came over and took a look, picked out four stone sculptures at random, and said with a smile: "These are the only four that are valuable, the others are ordinary handicrafts, used for cover."

"Are these four little things worth anything?" Qing Jian Liuli was surprised. He looked at the four small stone statues carefully and said in disbelief, "It's very rough. The centaur hasn't even been finished yet, and the back of its butt is still stone! This one is very rough. ...I don’t know who it is, but he only has one hand carved out, which is also a semi-finished product, and the posture is very strange. It doesn’t look like it was made by a famous artist at all, and it is so small that it is bigger than a palm, which is better than what is sold in ordinary art stores. The imitations are all small, how can they be valuable?”

After a pause, she felt that she didn't understand clearly, and then added, "Valuable art statues should at least be of normal size. Such large stone figures can only be modern imitations, right?"

Takeshi Nanahara wiped his hands and sat down, casually saying: "You don't understand this. How do you think a sculptor should create?"

Qingjian Liuli hesitated for a moment, then carefully probed: "In ancient times, there was no electricity, so you had to use a hammer to chip away bit by bit?"

Takeshi Nanabaru looked at her speechlessly for a while and sighed: "It's really useless to talk to you. You should know Michelangelo's "David", it's in the textbook. It's nearly four meters high, even with the base It is five and a half meters long. It took three years from creation to completion. How could such a huge project be carried out at once? Of course, preparations must be made in advance.

According to legend, Michelangelo made more than 200 sketches and detailed drawings at that time. However, marble sculpture is a work of art that can be appreciated from multiple angles. Sketches alone are not enough. The creator has many things to consider. , from how much bigger the head should be to whether it would cause discomfort when viewed from a tricky angle, he also made many models.

According to legend, after all, this kind of thing is difficult to verify. Michelangelo used mud, plaster, bronze, ordinary stone, and marble to make more than 40 overall models and partial detailed models to observe from various angles. Perspective effect, continuous fine-tuning of details, or handing it over to assistants so that they can have an idea of ​​the details of the finished product while assisting in the work. "

After a pause, he added, "There are collectors who like to collect this kind of things. In Japan, people used to have so much money that they would burn to death. They bought them all over the world. There are rumors that Michelangelo made David himself. Two of them are in the hands of Japanese collectors, such as the model and the detailed model of the head."

Qing Jian Liuli understood a little, turned to look at the four rough handicrafts, and said hesitantly: "That means, these four are..."

Takeshi Nanahara smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is the 'draft' of marble carvings from the Renaissance more than three hundred years ago. It is still a set, but it is not as valuable as the 'draft' of the Statue of David. The marble was placed hundreds of years ago , mining is difficult, transportation is even more difficult, and the cost is extremely high. Carving marble statues was also known as "the art that does not allow regrets" at the time. If a sculptor cannot be confident, he will never dare to do it easily, otherwise his reputation will be ruined. A lot of samples and models have been handed down."

It turns out that the marble sculpture collection has such a weird classification...

Qingjian Liuli carefully looked at these small stone sculptures, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "It still looks a bit rough, like a semi-finished product. How do you know that this thing is valuable?"

Takeshi Nanahara wiped his hands, arranged the four small statues staggered, and said with a smile: "Now you can see it, Heracles beat the centaur Nessus, which is the same theme as Giambologna's masterpiece. And it’s a high-quality sample, made of Carrara marble.”

Qing Jian Liuli took a closer look and found that the taste was a bit different. The originally rough semi-finished products were put together, and the rough or uncarved parts blocked each other. Two people fighting to the death...well, it should be a hero and a myth. The creatures suddenly have artistic tension, and the composition suddenly becomes harmonious. It can even give the viewer a vague feeling of transcending time and space and peering into the creative process of the sculptor back then.

No wonder some people collect these rough "drafts", which look unique.

Qing Jian Liuli finally understood. She looked around curiously for a long time, and then curiously asked Nanabaru Takeshi: "How much is this worth?"

Takeshi Nanahara tied up his napkin, took a small bite of the beef patty, and said vaguely: "Vulgar, art cannot be measured by money, but if you really want to know... this is a fine Carrara marble sample with a history of more than 300 years. It’s still a complete set. If you meet a collector who really likes it, three to four hundred thousand dollars is probably not a big problem. Whether it’s for starting a new business or for retirement, it’s basically enough.”

Qing Jian Ruri looked at the "ancient stone figure" more cautiously. He didn't expect it to be so valuable. At the same time, he also felt that Nanabaru Wu's distribution method was starting to make sense. After all, he was the only one who saw the true intention of Tatani Masahiro, and he also He was the only one who picked out the treasures from these handicrafts, so it was not too much to ask for a thank you gift.

She completely ignored the matter, repacked the things, washed her hands and came back to eat the fried beef patties. Even though Takeshi Nanahara made them casually, she still thought they were delicious. She ate four of them in one go before wiping them off. Greasy little mouth, sorry to give up.

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The next day, the Golden Week holiday was over, and Qing Jian Liuli went to school listlessly.

It's so painful. The holidays are so fun. You can eat all kinds of delicious food when you have a case. It would be great if you can always have a holiday. But it's only seven days of holiday and you have to sit in school again. It's really painful.

Going to school was indeed not interesting, so she listened carefully to the lectures. Although she still often got distracted, she tried her best to listen carefully. Otherwise, during self-tutoring in the evening, Takeshi Nanahara would tease her like she had a pig's appetite and a fish's memory. She still couldn't stop talking and felt aggrieved. I was very sick, so I could only study hard during the day and strive to get to the bottom six in the exam as soon as possible and feel proud.

At noon, she caught Sawada Yuko and once again blamed her for her lack of loyalty. If she hadn't gone to college and was practicing the "Lady's Heart Sutra", she would have chased her around the classroom three times.

It's really too much. If you have a boyfriend, you don't care about your best friend for ten years?

After Sawada Yuko apologized, she forgave her and opened the lunch box to eat lunch. But as soon as the lunch box was opened, she was speechless. There was a pig head piled with rice and small eyes made of black sesame seeds. Jiongjiong looked at her while grinning.

"Is this made by Nanabahara?" Sawada Yuko hasn't left yet. She really likes this cartoon version of Piglet's bento. She also knows that her friend will be successful if she can spread the rice in the bento box, but she definitely doesn't have this skill. .

Qingjian Liuli took out the chopsticks, looked at Xiaozhu and said angrily: "Of course it's him, who else could be so boring besides him, making a bento lunch and cursing people in different ways!"

"Let me try it!" Sawada Yuko was not polite to her. He reached out and grabbed the "pig ears" made of ham and bacon, ate them in one bite, and said strangely while chewing, "Hey, it tastes salty and quite fresh. Why is it different from the ham I have eaten before? Could it be that all the hams my mother bought before were fake hams?"

While she was talking, she went to grab another "pig's ear" and wanted to take away the "pig's nose" with two soybeans in it. Qingjian Liuli knocked her hand away and said unhappily: "Eat your own." Go, this is my lunch."

"Tch, stingy, did I say anything when you ate my bento before?" Sawada Yuko stopped looking for her boyfriend to have lunch, and found that Qingmi Ruri's lunch seemed to be very rich, with various toppings on both sides of the pig head. He quickly brought his lunch box over and asked to eat it together.

Qing Jian Ruri was a little reluctant to give up. Although Takeshi Nanahara was scolding, the little pig head was still quite cute. She wanted to eat it slowly by herself, but she really ate a lot of Sawada Yuko's bento before, and she couldn't open her mouth to catch up now. The man could only scratch it with his chopsticks and said depressedly: "Eat these, don't make a mess."

If she eats it by herself, she will definitely eat it bit by bit from one side and she will never pull off the "pig ears" directly, which will not look good on the piglet.

Sawada Yuko didn't care what she said, she had already started eating. She put a piece of white chicken slices into her mouth and ate with joy, "What is this? The chicken is so tender and a little salty and slippery."

"It's the slippery chicken slices." Qingjian Liuli quickly moved his chopsticks. There were many dishes in the lunch box, but each item was only three or five bites. If you don't eat it, it would be gone. He said depressedly, "Save some for me, I like this dish too." Cooking.”

"What is this small handful of white stuff? It's so refreshing and tasty. Well, the more you taste it, the more flavorful it becomes, but it's a pity that there's only such a small handful."

"Snow...snowflake chicken." Qingmi Ruri became more and more depressed as she talked. It seems that today's bento is chicken-themed. Takeshi Nanahara is really good at collecting money. After collecting the food fee, he didn't fool anyone, even if he made a small mistake. When the pig head comes out, the whole thing is still made of real materials and the craftsmanship is fully realized.

"what about this?"

“Thai fried chicken drumsticks.”

"Oh, I haven't eaten it before, but it's really delicious. There's also dipping sauce. He's really particular about it."

Sawada Yuko has not grown so fat in vain, and her mouth is also quite tricky. After tasting all the dishes, she couldn't help but hesitate and said: "Do you think Nanabahara will like a fat girl like me?"

Qingmi Ruri pulled the lunch box toward her lovingly and said unhappily: "You have a boyfriend, and Tsuda is still your childhood sweetheart. You two have been playing together before you went to kindergarten. You have been in love for more than ten years. Isn’t it better than something delicious?”

Sawada Yuko thought about it for a moment, then said: "Now that your husband's love lunch has been eaten, have you really not considered dating Nanabahara? Not to mention copying homework, it would not be bad to trick him into cooking for you for three years. !”

"I've already told you about the love bento. My mother is not at home, so even if I eat with him temporarily, my mother has already paid for it, which is equivalent to buying it." Qingmi Ruri was trying hard to eat, for fear that Sawada Yuko wouldn't tell him Wude, started eating again.

"It's really a pity. In fact, Nanahara looks pretty good." Sawada Yuko is very gossipy and knows her friends very well. She lowered her voice as she spoke, "I suffered a loss last time. I asked Yutaro to inquire secretly. After a while, that kid is actually quite popular. If you really have that intention, I advise you not to be shy and it would be better to start early."

Qingjian Liuli was stunned and asked strangely: "Will he be popular? How is that possible? That guy has such a bad character that even dogs despise him."

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing!" Sawada Yuko said in the tone of an experienced person, "We think he is like a hemp pole and will fall down when touched, but he looks okay. I guess many little girls will like this disease. He has a sad face, and I heard that he is very quiet every day, and often looks out the window with a melancholy look on his face. Many girls think he has the temperament of a poet. Once I went to the bathroom, I heard some girls gossiping about him. , I feel that he is a good dating partner, he can score at least 80 points."

Qing Jian Liuli couldn't help but sneer, and scraped the last bit of oil and water from the lunch box into her mouth. She felt so intellectually superior that she didn't even bother to comment.

It's ridiculous. They are really ignorant girls who don't understand his nature at all. As long as they get along with him for a month, no, a week is enough. After a week, they will definitely want to suffocate him with a pillow.

Even 80 points is too much for that piece of shit!

…………

As long as you study hard, time in school actually flies by. It felt like it was already 3:40 in the afternoon. Qingjian Liuli waited for a while in the shoe kitchen with her schoolbag, and saw the 8-minute dog-headed man coming down with a yawn. .

Takeshi Nanahara casually handed her his schoolbag and was about to change his shoes, but his hand was about to touch the handle of the cabinet. He suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked around, then opened the cabinet strangely, took out a white envelope, and reluctantly He couldn't help but smile and said: "Spring is here, everything revives, and it's the breeding season of animals."

Qingjian Liuli then turned around and looked up, wondering: "What are you talking about?"

Nanahara Takeshi spoke Chinese, which she didn't understand, but Nanahara Takeshi raised the white envelope at her and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just received a confession letter."

He was not surprised. It had been more than a month since the school started and the freshmen were basically familiar with each other. It should be time to send out... or something like that. But Qing Jian Liuli looked at the white envelope and found it hard to understand. Unexpectedly, he had just finished talking about the ignorant girl. There is actually an ignorant girl coming here. It’s really rare for a guy like Takeshi Nanahara to have an 8-point head.

But she didn't pay much attention to it. She snorted disdainfully and turned her head to look away, as if she didn't care at all.

Come on, I have to show off for such a small thing. What's the point of showing off? It's like no one has ever received a love letter. I was still the class star of junior high school. Have I shown off?

shallow!

I recommend Yinhe’s new book "Love Song All Night". It is a story about a stupid exorcist who slapped a despicable vampire and found that the slap bounced back to the stupid slit girl. If you are interested, you can read it.