In any case, three of Fang Yi's works were carried out of the house in broad daylight, and no one knew about it until Wei Jin took small square steps with round and flat heads, shaking each step.
He opened the door and walked into the courtyard.
"There is a chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and there is a fat baby on the back!" Wei Jin happily hummed a little tune, singing back to his parents' house and entered the yard. He also wondered why he was so interested in singing like this today.
An old song. While singing, he shook his head and looked intoxicated.
When they walked to the door of the living room, Round Tou and Flat Tou smelled the strange smell, followed the smell and walked down the stairs to the painting room, wagging their tails.
"What are you two doing in the basement? Come here quickly, let's go drink some milk." Wei Jin said as he watched the two dogs disappear into the corridor leading to the basement. Seeing that the two dogs did not come back, he immediately walked away for two seconds.
I was about to call the dog, but when I reached the stairs, I was stunned. I saw at a glance that the door of the painting room was completely open!
Wei Jin hurriedly ran two steps into the art storage room. When he looked up, he saw that three paintings were missing from the wall. There were not many paintings left, but now there were only five or six paintings hanging here. Three paintings were missing all of a sudden.
Of course I know.
"Damn it!" Wei Jin quickly ran out and shouted loudly: "Zhu Zheng! There was a thief at home, and Fang Yi's painting was lost!".
This voice directly woke up Zhu Zheng, who was dreaming about marrying a wife. He opened the window, rubbed his eyes and looked at Wei Jin in the courtyard and said, "Please, brother! I've made this joke many times, and you're still here? I don't have time to care."
You, let's go on and sleep for a while. I'm getting ready to enter the bridal chamber!" At the beginning, a few people played this kind of wolf-crying game when they had nothing to do. Now the wolf has really come. Zhu Zheng is a little bit
I don’t believe it anymore.
"Go to sleep!" Wei Jin said with an annoyed look on his face: "Three works are gone! If I lied to you, I would be a bastard!".
"Holy shit!" Zhu Zheng suddenly woke up when he heard what Wei Jin said. He immediately ran down from the room upstairs wearing only a pair of large trousers and looked at the door of the large storage room.
Just wanted to walk in.
Wei Jin immediately stopped Zhu Zheng: "I've already gone in, don't go in and destroy the scene!".
"Yes! Yes!" Zhu Zheng nodded immediately after hearing this and said: "You are right, what should we do next?".
"Call the police," Wei Jin said immediately.
After hearing this, Zhu Zheng immediately reached out and touched his pocket subconsciously, and touched his plush thigh. He looked up at Wei Jin and said, "Look at how I can hold a mobile phone."
"That's right!" Wei Jin looked at Zhu Zheng's trousers, then took out his cell phone in his pocket and dialed 110.
"Is there anything we need to handle?" The phone rang twice and the call was immediately connected. The sweet voice of the policewoman came.
But now Wei Jin was in no mood to listen to some sweet voice and immediately opened his mouth and said: "Our house has been robbed. Send someone over quickly!".
"Okay, tell me the address and ask if you found anything missing?" the policewoman continued to ask.
"Three paintings," Wei Jin said quickly.
"How much is it worth?"
"More than ten million," Wei Jin suddenly said.
"Oh. I understand. Send someone over immediately!" Wei Jin spoke too fast. The policeman who answered the phone misunderstood more than 10 million as more than 1,000 yuan. However, if someone calls the police, even if it is more than 1,000 yuan, the police will be dispatched.
of.
After all, Shicheng is the capital city of the province. In less than five minutes, a police car with its sirens blaring stopped at the door of Fang Yi Courtyard. Wei Jin and Zhu Zheng were seen standing at the door.
The young police officer who was in the passenger seat jokingly said to his colleagues: "We live in such a big house, and if we lose more than a thousand yuan, it's worth calling the police! The richer the people, the stingier they are."
"Let's do our job," the policeman said after driving, turned off the engine, and walked out of the car.
"Who of you two called the police?" the policeman driving asked the two people at the door.
Colleagues began to ask questions. The two of them had been working together for a long time, and they were already familiar with the policeman's routine. The policeman who was sitting in the passenger seat took out a small notebook and prepared to take notes.
"I called the police," Wei Jin said.
After hearing what Wei Jin said, the policeman motioned to Wei Jin to take him to the place where the things were thrown to have a look.
Waiting for Wei Jin to take him into the basement, the policeman looked at the large painting remaining on the wall and felt that this matter was probably not a matter of one or two thousand yuan. Of course the Painter Village Police knew about it and could
How can a person living in such a standard small building pay more than a thousand yuan for a painting, let alone three paintings?
Without waiting for this person to speak, the young policeman who came to record the matter opened his mouth and said: "More than a thousand yuan is not enough for us to file a case. You just need to be more careful next time. Come to the room and fill out two forms."
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"Is more than a thousand dollars not enough to file a case?" Zhu Zheng looked at the young policeman and said: "How much is enough for you to file a case? I hope the thief can get enough!".
"Comrade, what you said is wrong," the young policeman said.
How could Wei Jin be in the mood to argue with the police: "More than a thousand yuan? The three works cost at least more than ten million yuan! Who told you that they cost more than a thousand yuan!".
"More than 10 million?" The young policeman's hands shook. The policeman who led the team tightened his face after hearing this, and looked at Wei Jin who was speaking.
Wei Jin looked at the faces of the two people and said: "Of course it's more than 10 million! What's missing are three oil paintings by Fang Yi. You can ask any auction house. If I say 10 million, I'll always say less.
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More than 10 million yuan was lost, and there was nowhere that two 110 police officers could handle it. The two took one look at it and walked out, reporting the situation to their own office.
Three of Fang Yi's works were stolen? The news quickly spread to the city bureau. The theft of more than 10 million yuan was considered a major case, so of course it had to be reported to the city bureau.
Now the police force was organized, and the criminal investigators were sent into cars and drove towards Fang Yi's studio in small cars. As for the two police officers who came forward, they were appointed to guard the scene.
While waiting for the criminal investigators to arrive, the young policeman asked his old colleague: "Are these three paintings worth more than 10 million?"
"You don't know who Fang Yi is?" the old policeman asked back.
"You know?" the young policeman asked.
The old policeman said: "Well, I heard that one of his paintings costs over one million U.S. dollars abroad. Now that three paintings have been lost, it costs tens of millions."
Hey! When the young policeman heard this, he realized that a painting cost more than one hundred thousand dollars, and it was in U.S. dollars. Convert it to RMB 1:8, so a painting would cost more than 10 million. After all, he reported a thousand dollars to report the crime.
More than ten million is still a small amount. Here and there it is more than 10 million, and it goes directly to more than 30 million.
"There is still a future in painting." The young policeman looked at the house, and then thought that one painting would be enough to support him for a lifetime, and he couldn't help but sigh.
The criminal investigators soon arrived at the scene and took some photos. I heard that there is surveillance here. There are many cameras not only in the house, but also on the roads in the village. The police leader immediately sent a police officer to take a look.
According to the surveillance in the village, a female police officer followed Zhu Zheng to see what was captured by the surveillance.
Zhu Zheng walked into the house with a young policewoman and quickly opened the computer. Two thieves wearing hoods appeared on the screen. Here we saw the thieves' figure, skills and clothing.
The criminal investigators over there have found the location where the thief entered and exited the fence.
I have to say that the police who came the second time were so professional. They listed clues one by one and suspicious persons. After checking the house here, even the things captured by Fang Yi’s home surveillance were captured by these policemen.
Taken away.
Seeing the policemen leaving all at once, Lu Qikun, who came over after hearing the noise, asked Wei Jin and the others, "Has Fang Yi's painting been stolen?"
"Yeah! Three pictures," Zhu Zheng said, "I don't know if I can find them back. If I can't find them, it will be troublesome."
Wei Jin said: "Let's call Fang Yi when it gets dawn over there." The time difference between Paris and here is seven hours, and Fang Yi may not have gotten up yet.
"This is a bit of my fault, why should I sleep when I have nothing to do?" Zhu Zheng said with a bit of self-blame.
"Who could have imagined this?" Lu Qikun finished speaking and patted Zhu Zheng on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't blame you even if I can't catch Fang Yi back."
"He doesn't blame us, we feel uncomfortable too," Wei Jin said with a sigh. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the house.
Looking at the time, according to Fang Yi's habit, he was already up at this time, so Wei Jin made a call.
"What? There are gangsters who entered the studio to steal paintings? Are you guys okay?" Fang Yi became a little nervous when he heard this. Fang Yidao was not worried about his own paintings, but worried about his friends. Some people are just for money.
Even if he doesn't care about his life, if Wei Jin and others are injured, he will be sad to think about it for the rest of his life.
Hearing Wei Jin say that everyone and even the dog were fine, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good! Just paint again when the painting is gone. It's great if you are fine. Yeah!"
It doesn’t matter whether you have a round head or a flat head!”.
"Leave the following matters to the police, and don't worry too much." Fang Yi comforted his friends and said, "Paintings are dead objects even if they are valuable!".
After enlightening his friends for a few words, Fang Yi put down the phone. Not to mention the lives of several friends, even if someone pointed a knife at the neck of a round or flat head and asked Fang Yi for a painting, Fang Yi would not be afraid.
What kind of hesitation would there be? It’s not that Fang Yi is compassionate or anything like that. There are so many people in this world every day. If everyone had mercy on Fang Yi, his days would be gone.
After putting down the phone, Fang Yi couldn't help but say: "The evil hands have reached out to me to paint. It seems that the painting cannot be stored in the art storage room. It is not safe for this person to live in the studio." Thinking of this,
Fang Yi called his father and asked him to open a safe in the bank and put all his remaining works in it. (To be continued...)