These words were so unconscionable that Bai Yue remained silent.
Lin Yi added: "I have always heard from my wife that you are the young master's noble person, you are handsome, intelligent, smart and smart, and you will definitely be the young master's good wife in the future."
Bai Yue said calmly: "So?"
"We are encountering difficulties now. If we don't find out, the young master will definitely not be able to sleep that night." Lin Yi unexpectedly said in a roundabout way: "Miss Bai, otherwise, you can also help me."
Saying that, Lin Yi winked at Jian Yu.
Isn't it true that the old lady is smart, knowledgeable, and a good wife? Instead, he wants to see how she can help Jian Yu.
Bai Yue's heart moved slightly. His fiancée was naturally just an accident. However, since she was living in Jian Mansion now, it was best to have a good relationship with Jian Yu. Otherwise, if he treated each other with courtesy on the surface, he would always create obstacles for her secretly.
It's also troublesome.
Thinking of this, Bai Yue immediately changed his words.
"If I can help, of course I am willing?" Bai Yue said, "What is it?"
Lin Yi handed over a booklet: "Yesterday morning, Xia Fei, a well-known painter in the city, died at home with a dagger stuck in his chest. At that time, no one saw anyone coming in and out of his home late at night. When he was dying, he was holding a dagger in his arms.
These fans."
Bai Yue looked carefully, and sure enough, the title of the poem and inscription on the fan were the three characters "Xia Tian Fei".
Speaking of business, Jian Yu also became serious and picked up a fan from the table: "This batch of landscape fans is a batch of orders planned to be delivered in the next few days in the summer. The order quantity and price have been found, and these fans
, slightly different from the quantity.”
Bai Yue's first reaction was naturally: "How many handfuls are missing? Have they been taken away?"
"No, there's an extra handful."
"Which one?"
Lin Yi reached out and drew on the table: "It's in here, but I don't know."
"have no idea?"
"Yes." Jian Yu said: "Initial suspicion is that the murderer is a master of counterfeiting Xia Fei. He left a counterfeit fan behind in a panic, but because of the high level of counterfeiting, the fake can almost be mistaken for the real one..."
Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh: "If the fake is exactly the same as the real thing, is it still fake?"
"What's fake is fake." Bai Yue picked up a fan and looked at it carefully: "I used to..."
Bai Yue almost said that she had seen similar cases before, but luckily she reacted when the words came to her lips.
"I've heard people talk about it before." Bai Yue seemed to say casually: "The more skillful the counterfeiter is, the more likely he will leave a mark on the counterfeit that only he can see. In this way, this can also be regarded as his
I always have to leave my name on my works. Secondly, I’m afraid that I’ll be deceived by buying real ones instead of fake ones in the future.”
Jian Yu suddenly felt that Bai Yue ran away from home, and although he was even more irritated when he came back, these few words were quite clear.
"The theory is like this, but the mark is too hidden. No matter how you look at it, these fans are the same." Lin Yi frowned.
Lin Yi put her hand on the table, and Bai Yue took a look at it. It seemed that she was used to wielding swords and swords. It was really not suitable for such a delicate job as drawing and finding differences.
"If it could be seen at a glance, this counterfeiter would have been beaten to death long ago." Bai Yue answered casually, put down the fan in his hand, and replaced it with another one.
Jian Yu raised his hand to stop Lin Yi and told her to stop talking and first see if Bai Yue was really capable or just talking nonsense.
On the large desk, twenty-three folding fans were neatly arranged. Bai Yue's way of looking at them was different from ordinary people's appreciation. She took a folding fan and looked at it from left to right and top to bottom.
Get a new one.
Jian Yu had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and had no interest in or studied painting. But when he saw Bai Yue's appearance, he knew that Bai Yue was also an amateur, just pretending to be real.
What is surprising is that after Bai Yue looked at it, he actually picked out one of them.
"This." Bai Yue rubbed a certain part of the fan: "This fan was not made by this painter."
Now Jian Yu became interested: "How do you know?"
Lin Yi and Liang Meng were also surprised, so they came over to take a look. But no matter how they looked at it, they didn't feel that there was any difference between this one and the other twenty or so. They were all the same mountains and rivers, pines and cypresses, and the lake was full of waves.
"What's different?" Lin Yi leaned over and pressed it against the fan, feeling like her eyes were going to go blind.
"Look at the water ripples." Bai Yue pointed to a certain place: "The water ripples are different."
Xia Fei's painting skills are superb. Although there are only a few strokes, the sparkling waves are vividly and vividly painted.
Compared with the other ones, the water ripples on this one cannot be exactly the same, but if there are too many differences, there doesn't seem to be much difference.
Jian Yu didn't believe it: "You know how to draw?"
"No way." Bai Yue was honest: "Where did I learn this?"
She can draw, but not calligraphy. She can sketch with gouache, especially portraits. As long as she takes a look at it, she will be able to draw it nine times out of ten. If there were any difficulties in the bureau before,
Even if he has a disease, he will also ask her to do inferential profiling, and has even solved major cases using this method.
"You have never studied painting, can you see the difference in the writing here?"
Bai Yuezhao thought about the reason: "Have you never seen pigs running or eaten pork? Although I don't know how to draw and ink, when I was a kid, I used firewood sticks to draw on the ground when I was cooking. I became self-taught after I painted a lot.
."
This reason was so perfect that Jian Yu could not refute it for a while.
Not wanting everyone to focus on why she did it, Bai Yue changed the subject and explained: "Although the water waves here look the same as those elsewhere, the strokes are different. You see, the strokes of these strokes are from the upper left to the right.
Down."
Lin Yi was still puzzled. She raised her hand and gestured for herself: "What does it mean from upper left to lower right?"
Bai Yue casually picked up a brush and made a gesture: "This is how we usually draw, isn't it?"
Lin Yi nodded.
"But these strokes are opposite, like this." Bai Yue imitated the strokes on the fan and made a few more strokes: "Do you feel particularly awkward?"
Lin Yi pondered and said: "It seems to be a twisting feeling."
Bai Yue praised: "Yes, why?"
"Why?"
Bai Yue stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the table with a snap: "This means that the murderer is left-handed. He drew these strokes with his left hand. To ordinary people, they are twisted."
After a moment of silence, Jian Yu couldn't help but applaud Bai Yue.
"Is it true?" Lin Yi grabbed the fan and looked left and right: "You are not talking nonsense, are you?"
"This is a matter of life and death, can I talk nonsense?" Bai Yue said: "Go and investigate all the painters in the capital and find out who is left-handed among them. No, start from the area around the deceased and look at his friends and acquaintances.
Are there any left-handers? If so, nine times out of ten, he is the murderer."