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Lin Yue said: "I have been to several places in the past month, and chatted with clients of the 'painter', some of them identified Li Wen as a 'painter', some identified Hua Nu as a 'painter', and some Said Sizai is a 'painter'."

Ruan Wen said: "Do you think that during the process of buying and selling counterfeit banknotes, the 'painter' used the identities of Li Wen and others as a cover?"

Lin Yue nodded: "There is another strange thing. The buyer in Pakse recognized Bo Tsai, but said he was just a follower of the 'painter'. When I took out Li Wen, Hua Nu, Si Zai, Wu Xin When I saw a picture of four people, he told me that none of the people in the picture was a 'painter'."

Ruan Wen was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"I suspect that Li Wen's confession is incomplete, and at least one member of the 'painter' group is still at large."

"Could that person be the 'painter'?"

Lin Yue thought for a while: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

The situation is getting complicated when a DNA sample from an unknown woman was detected at a resort hotel in Thailand's Chiang Rai province, and now information on an unknown man has been harvested from buyers of counterfeit banknotes.

Now it seems that Li Wen's confession is true or false, is it true or false, is the content 40% credible? I'm afraid I have to draw a question mark.

Of course, if Li Wen's imprisonment and Wu Xiuqing's release on bail were really planned by the "painter" as he thought, then it would be normal for the percentage of credible confessions to be very low.

"I saw your painting in the counterfeit buyer's back room in Dublin."

Ruan Wen was taken aback when he heard about it: "My painting?"

Lin Yue said: "Li Wen's confession said that the 'painter' bought all the paintings in the exhibition hall when you held an art exhibition at HK University, and planned to send them to a resort hotel in Chiang Rai, Thailand. Before that, Inspector He took people to The resort hotel did not find your painting. At that time, I thought Li Wen was lying. Now it seems that the "painter" may have bought the painting, but he did not send it to the resort hotel, but gave it to regular customers as a gift. "

Ruan Wen pondered for a while: "I'll ask my assistant to fax an invoice after I return to the hotel, maybe it will be helpful to you."

"No need." Lin Yue said: "The matter here has been dealt with almost, and we will return to HK in a few days."

The Tuen Mun dyeing factory arson murder and the Tsim Sha Tsui hotel shooting happened in Hong Kong, and Wu Xin’s Fu Yuen Hang was also there. He wanted to take Ruan Wen back to the scene of the crime and recall the situation at that time.

Ruan Wen didn't answer right away, and crossed his hands on his chest, tightening the shawl he brought back from Dublin.

"If it's really difficult..."

"No." She shook her head, "I'll go with you."

The record was spinning unhurriedly, and the notes were flowing in the wind.

Ruan Wen picked up the brush and paint tray again, and painted the rich colors on the edge of the distant mountains and the long river.

...

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 from a distance.

"Brother."

Seeing the two of them approaching, He Weilan didn't care about the eyes of the onlookers, and called him kindly.

"Why are you here? Didn't I say that I will go to the headquarters to find you tomorrow?"

"There are few things in the ministry today, so I have a short errand."

He Weilan looked at Ruan Wen while talking.

"Miss Ruan Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time, your complexion is 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 rear compartment door to put the luggage in, 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 from the invoice provided by Ms. Ruan Wen's assistant."

He Weilan started the engine while talking.

Lin Yue opened the seal and took a look inside: "Is there any suspicious person?"

He Weilan shook her head: "The identities of the buyers from Australia, Singapore, and the mainland are very clean, but the paintings sent to Cuba, the Middle East, and Eastern Europe are difficult to track. There are as many as seven buyers who can confirm that they received the goods under pseudonyms."

Sure enough.

Lin Yuexin said that it was the same as he thought. It is now 1998, and the "Painter" group is engaged in transnational business. Three generations of operation have accumulated a large number of network resources. It is not ordinary to find clues about "Painter" from the invoice. big.

"Officer He, your work efficiency is really high."

It was Ruan Wen who spoke. 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 months. Unexpectedly, she would have the result as soon as she arrived in HK.

He Weilan said: "Of course what the brother ordered must be completed as soon as possible. You don't know how terrible it is for him to get angry."

Ruan Wen turned to look at Lin Yue.

is he scary no……

Unlike He Weilan, she didn't have the experience of working together, so she naturally couldn't appreciate how strong the aura that Police Officer Lin inadvertently exudes when he was concentrating on doing things.

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 calls to the Australian police 24 hours a day, chasing after them for information on the buyer. When people asked her why she was so active, she said she was afraid of being reprimanded 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 turned over the briefcase on the back window and took out a pair of amber glass bottles, which looked like a maple leaf from the outside.

"Come back later and help me get this to her."

He Weilan said, "What?"

"Maple syrup, a specialty of Vancouver, so that when you mention me in the future, you won't just remember my fierce side."

"And this." Lin Yue said as he took out a small elegant box, and a very special fragrance diffused in the car: "For your dad, the warmest greetings from Cuba."

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 that was four inches long and two inches wide.

He Weilan glanced at it and found that she couldn't understand the text on it.

"What's this?"

"Curry, authentic Indian products, you put too much pressure on yourself, I think you should learn to slow down. Well, cooking is a good choice."

"Curry... curry?" He Weilan's brows were full of inexplicable emotions.

Ruan Wen frowned slightly. Before boarding the plane, he didn't see Lin Yue packing things in the official documents. Why is it like a doraemon's pocket, turning out a bunch of things in a blink of an eye.

How did she know that these things were taken out by Lin Yue through the system space. Before going to Mexico, Ireland, Laos, India, and Cuba, he either bought or robbed many special products from the locals and prepared to come back to please Miss Painter, and use them later. The two most artistic things, such as Cuban cigars that can be used to fix the elders, maple syrup to coax the children, and curry to show cooking skills, are not useful. Anyway, things in the movie world can’t bring back reality, so it’s better to use them Buy people's hearts.

He Weilan wanted to tell him that she didn't know how to cook, but she swallowed the words again.

...

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel that the assistant had booked in advance.

Lin Yue first sent Ruan Wen to the guest room to rest. After all, it took more than ten hours to fly from Vancouver to HK, and her body was a bit overwhelmed, so she went downstairs to send He Weilan off.

"Brother."

Lin Yue watched her get into the cab, and was stopped by her when she was about to leave.

"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 a look and frowned imperceptibly.