When Tangning heard what her boss said, she was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing. She laughed and said, "Boss, you misunderstood. I didn't say I wanted to buy this painting!"
"Mr. Tangning, no matter what you say, I will never sell it. I'm not as stupid as Faison!" the boss insisted.
Seeing the boss like this, Tang Ning had nothing to say and walked out with a dark face. Melina smiled and joked: "Mr. Tang Ning, you bought this Rembrandt painting last time in the cafe." It seems that the incident has spread among the cafe owners, and it will be difficult for you to take advantage of this kind of bargain in the future!"
"How can there be so many bargains? It was a small probability event last time!" Tang Ning said angrily.
Melina retorted: "Of course I know that it is a small probability event, but everyone hopes that such a small probability event will happen to them, doesn't it?"
Tangning thought for a moment and then replied: "You are right. From this point of view, it is a good thing to give this boss a bright hope for the future!"
Melina shook her head and said, "That's not certain!"
I wonder if Melina has a talent for crows' beaks. A few days later, Tangning was painting in the study when suddenly the butler Rob came in and reported: "Master, Sheriff Klein is waiting for you in the living room!"
"Chief Klein? Why did he come to see me?" Tangning asked in confusion.
Rob explained: "Well, according to him, it seems to be related to a murder case!"
"What?! A murder case? How could I be involved in a murder case?" Tang Ning couldn't help but exclaimed.
"I don't know the details of this!" Rob said, spreading his hands.
"Okay, I'm going to ask what's going on!" Tangning put down her paintbrush.
Arriving at the living room, Sheriff Klein asked Tangning, "Mr. Downing, do you know Mr. Luke Gugino?"
Tangning shook her head and replied, "I don't know him. This is even the first time I heard this name."
"This shouldn't be the case. You just bought a painting in his cafe a few days ago, and many people testified at that time!" Sheriff Klein said with a frown.
Hearing Chief Klein say this, Tangning immediately reacted: "Oh, you are talking about the cafe owner, yes, this is indeed the case, but I really don't know his name. "
"The problem now is that he was killed, and the reason why he was killed is related to the painting you want to buy!" Sheriff Klein said solemnly.
Then he asked: "Mr. Tangning, I would like to ask, what were you doing last night?"
Tangning thought for a moment and then replied: "Last night? I attended a dance at Mr. Frick's manor. Many people can testify to this, and I can't commit murder for a worthless imitation!"
"What? You said that painting is not valuable?" Sheriff Klein asked with a shocked look on his face.
Tangning nodded and replied: "Of course, that painting is an imitation of Rubens' "The Cross" at first glance, but it is very clumsy and can only be sold for ten dollars at most!"
"Mr. Tangning, are you telling the truth?" Chief Klein asked.
"Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you?" Tang Ning replied displeased.
"If this is the case, then this incident is a tragedy!" Chief Klein said with emotion.
"Why do you say that?" Tangning asked curiously.
Sheriff Klein explained: "It's because, Mr. Downing, you bought a Rembrandt oil painting at a low price of forty dollars in Mr. Faison's cafe. This matter has been circulated in the circle of coffee practitioners.
It is very wide, so Mr. Gugino mistakenly thought that the oil painting of his that you admired was also a valuable masterpiece, so he boasted to everyone he met that he was going to take this painting to France and make a fortune. Unexpectedly, he evoked
The murderer’s greed not only stole the painting, but also brutally killed him!”
"This, this is too ridiculous!" Tangning said speechlessly, because he never expected that things would turn out like this, but this did explain why the police came to find him, because this matter did have something to do with him.
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At this time, Sheriff Klein suddenly said: "Mr. Tangning, I know you write novels, but novels require logic, but reality does not!"
Although Tang Ning often saw this sentence in the comment section of social news before traveling, but now hearing it said by a police chief, she still felt something.
After chatting for a while, Chief Klein said goodbye and left, but he also said that he would go and verify what happened at Frick's cocktail party last night.
After Chief Klein left, Heidi came over and sighed: "Tony, I didn't expect that a fake painting led to a murder!"
Tangning nodded and agreed, "Yes, if I had known at that time, I would have spoken more clearly, so that Mr. Gugino might not have been killed because of this!"
Heidi shook her head and said: "On the contrary, I feel that no matter what you said at that time, Tony, he would not believe it. Even the more you said that the painting was fake, the more he would think it was true, because he felt that you were
I'm trying to trick him into buying this painting at a low price."
"Hey, this is the most frustrating part. No one believes you if you tell the truth!" Tang Ning replied depressingly.
"Who told you that you did buy a Rembrandt at a low price before?" Heidi teased.
Within a few days, the police caught the murderer. It turned out that Sheriff Klein's guess was correct. The murderer's target was indeed the painting. He only alerted Gugino while stealing the painting, and then killed him. However,
Unexpectedly, this painting was not a valuable painting, so when he learned all this, the murderer collapsed
"Tony, what do you think about writing a short story based on this incident, like your favorite "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" by Edgar Allan Poe?" Levin suggested to Downing.
Although she admitted that the "King of Reasoning" was very tempting to her, Tangning still shook her head and refused: "Although this will be a very exciting story, it will have a great impact on Mr. Gugino's family, so I still don't want it."
wrote."
"Tony, you are such a good person!" Levin praised, then changed the topic and said, "But unfortunately not all good people in this world are good people. If you don't write it, someone will definitely write it!"
"Facts proved" that Levin's guess was correct, because within a few days someone did write a novel based on this incident, and it was published in Levin's "City Paper"
PS: I suddenly discovered that it actually feels good to code while listening to music. Of course, the prerequisite is to listen to Japanese or English songs, because I can’t understand them. If I switch to Mandarin songs, it will interfere.