life as a police officer in america

The mayor left with apology and reflection.

Sensi: "From the beginning to the end, I felt that we were outsiders, just like people whose feet were frostbitten due to the cold, who came into the house to warm themselves by the fire and were kicked out by the owner."

The detective said more profoundly: "No, sponsor, the world is gray, either white or black. Look, the mayor's confidence in the New York police has begun to waver."

Helene: "The mayor is a poor man."

Wang Dengming: "Do you want to eat wolf meat? I will cook for lunch today."

The three of them shook their heads, feeling a little tired after eating so many meals of wolf meat in a row.

"Then let's find a way to get some fox meat to improve our food."

Detective: "Let's think about how to get the $150,000. The New York police are starting to get frustrated. They can't figure it out. They didn't see how despicable the face of that fella was just now."

"We may not be able to solve the things that Fulasun can't solve in a short time. What is the purpose of the mayor's reward of 150,000 US dollars? Have you ever thought about it?"

Helene: "Chief, the mayor of course wants us to find out the case! Your question is too puzzling."

The detective laughed and scolded: "Girl with teeth, you are good at dissecting corpses, but you are really bad at other things."

"Jackass, you want to start a war?"

Wang Dengming really didn't expect that a jackass would come out of Helene's mouth.

Detective: "I won't start a fight with a woman, just like Garcia."

Sensi: "What the scumbag police mean is this. The mayor's purpose is just to allow Adventure Castle to operate normally. As for the extent of the investigation of the case, as long as it does not affect Adventure Castle's ability to make money."

Wang Dengming put his arm around her waist.

"I really can't live without you."

"Damn it, get away!"

Detective: "The boss must have said this to Jones, Medi and the prosecutor general."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Dengming came to the painting again.

Although the painter Hora Kalls hanged himself, the archives are there.

Distinguished professor at the Los Angeles Academy of Fine Arts, a native of Florida, USA, his file does not say that he has been to China, nor does it say that he has collaborated with a Chinese painter, but why did he paint such a painting?

Moreover, there is the name Turbei on it.

What makes Wang Dengming most irritated is that he is afraid that after finally finding the clues, the relevant people will rush into the street. Just like the Ferrari murder case, it will leave a psychological shadow.

Sensi: "Police scumbag, is this painter good at paintings that combine Eastern and Western styles?"

"This is complicated. It depends on whether the detective can find something."

The detective was ordered by Wang Dengming to check the painter's background and go to the Academy of Fine Arts where he once taught to investigate.

Helene had nothing to do today, so she became a frequent visitor to the supermarket.

"This painting is great, the characters come alive."

"It's so vivid, my dear. This should be among the famous paintings. If you put it up for auction, it will fetch a good price."

Bright moon, woman.

Smooth black hair, emerald hairpin, white feather fan, white cicada short-sleeved top, colorful skirt, pink neck, fragrant shoulders, jade arms

Wang Dengming observes frame by frame.

Since the painter was gone, he could only hope to get some clues from this painting.

Woman's nine big white tails

Eyes, eyes that are more spiritual than the eyes of a slut

Looking at these eyes again today, Wang Dengming felt his heart beat abnormally.

Smiling at you, she is seducing you, making you fall in love and unable to extricate yourself.

The supporting characters of the exotic girl are hiding in the surrounding forests, among the flowers, and the elves and monsters in the bamboo forest, one on the left and one on the right.

A man wearing ancient Chinese clothing, wearing a black hat and a white robe.

Tattoo on man's right arm, dragon, sword

Turbei

"The painter seems to have a special understanding of China's history and cultural heritage, otherwise he wouldn't be able to draw such a painting, just like this nine-tailed fox."

"The question now is whether the original painting of this painting was painted by Turbei. This painting is a copy."

"It's hard to say. I didn't see such a painting in Dusk Skull Valley, and the chief didn't tell me that Turbei could paint."

"It would be nice if the chief was here."

"I want to buy this painting, but I don't know if the mayor is willing."

"As long as you can solve the case, I think the mayor will meet your request."

"Then it's best to look again and search carefully. Maybe you can find some clues."

"Chief Wang, we have been watching here for more than an hour."

Wang Dengming refused to give up.

Senxi planned to go somewhere else, and it was not fun for the Chinese policeman to hold him back.

Just when Senxi was about to leave, Wang Dengming stopped her: "Sponsor, did you count the number of little ghosts in the painting that day?"

Sensi: "I only care about the fox with nine tails."

"I also focused on her that day, but I always felt that a little one was missing."

Senxi started counting, one or two

There are six in total.

"Strange, I think there is one missing. It's right here, where the periwinkle bushes are. I remember there seemed to be a little thing XZ here. She was too young and didn't notice."

"you sure?"

"Not sure, I have some memories."

Sensi: "Why are you pestering the little ghosts in the painting?"

"I don't know either. I hope my memory is wrong."

Wang Dengming called four staff members in succession and asked them how many little ghosts there were in this painting?

Each of these people answered, "I don't know. How could I know this? There are so many paintings in the castle. Who noticed that there are a few so-called little ghosts in this painting? They are too small, with such small heads hidden in the woods and bamboo forests."

Who will count carefully?

"You must have remembered it wrong."

Okay, let’s just say I misremembered, this painting took them most of the morning.

No problem could be found in the painting, the painter died, and the investigation was a failure.

Just as they were leaving, Wang Dengming met Seltema.

This guy was scared by Wang Dengming once, because of the little wax figure. When he saw Wang Dengming, he turned around and wanted to run away.

"Stop, you cutie in nylons."

The Celtics had no choice but to stop.

"Officer, you won't cause trouble for me again. The prize was prepared by Father Borg, not me."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Come on, buddy, follow me."

Wang Dengming invited him to the oil painting.

"Do you know how many little ghosts there are in this painting?"

"It seems like seven."

"Seven? Is it seven?"

"I'm not sure. It seems to be six, or it seems to be seven. Adventure tourists said it. I heard one person said six, and someone else said seven. I don't know how many."

"Are they the same group of tourists?"

"No, separated by a few months, almost no one would count the heads carefully. Only people who like to draw would do that."

After Wang Dengming sent Seltema away.

Sensi: "You are not investigating the case, the case is investigating you."