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Chapter 143 Who will believe your lies? (Subscribe)
As night falls, the sea of ​​neon lights in the Magic City still shines like a galaxy, bustling with people, without losing any of its prosperity.

The breeze blows gently across the metropolis from night to morning.

The rising sun dyed half the sky red.

Lao Bai came to his Wenbai Studio as usual, intending to continue studying Lin Chuan's "Last Week's Antiques" and learn a little bit about antique imitation methods from it, so as to utilize his cultural relics restoration technology.

The live call with Tingquan last night made him feel particularly satisfied.

The first imitation of the 'Taotie Patterned Urn' was already able to deceive Tingquan and a large number of viewers in the live broadcast room.

This is undoubtedly a manifestation of technology!

Of course.

Because he had a background in cultural relics restoration, he was very adept at counterfeiting bronze ware.

"Last Week's Antiques", very torture!

At this time.

Lao Bai sat leisurely on the sofa in Wenbai Studio, with his legs crossed and shaking gently, holding a mobile phone in his hand, opening the Qihang Novel APP and turning to "Last Week's Antiques".

"A new day starts with learning." Lao Bai said to himself with full of energy and a smile.

The content of the novel "Last Week's Antiques" appeared before his eyes.

"My success in counterfeiting antiques has made me famous in this small town and I have become a famous antique collector."

"Many people come to me to ask me to identify their products or to sell them to me."

'One day, a man named Ye Lin came to the door with a painting.'

'He had shiny and neatly combed hair, wore glasses, spoke with an accent from another place, and claimed that he had just arrived here to develop his business, and lacked funds, so he wanted to publish this calligraphy and painting.'

'I looked at him and laughed inwardly at his little trick.'

'Once by chance, I saw him chatting and laughing privately with Zhang Cheng, the son of the president of the Ceramics Association, and inadvertently learned that he and Zhang Cheng were cousins.'

"If you bring calligraphy and paintings to my house now, it's definitely not a good thing."

'He slowly placed the calligraphy and painting on my desk, revealing a picture of bamboo and rocks.'

'In the painting, four bamboo poles stand tall, with bamboo leaves arranged in an orderly manner and bamboo poles of varying thicknesses. Behind them is a huge lake rock, which is outlined with a center brush. The brushstrokes are thin, hard and elegant, with few strokes, clear edges and corners, and a rugged shape, standing tall in the lake.''

'Ye Qing introduced that this is Zheng Banqiao's authentic "Picture of Bamboo and Rocks", which is worth 30 yuan. If you sell it to me now, it will only cost 20 yuan. Hurry up.'

'This is a forged "Bamboo and Rocks" painting. The forgery technique is very sophisticated. The inscriptions were cut out and the paper and silk were treated to look old. Ordinary collectors cannot tell the difference. Even experts have to study it for a long time before they can make a final conclusion.'

'But I saw it at once.'

'After a little thought, I realized that this was a conspiracy against me by Zhang Cheng, the son of the president of the Ceramics Association. In the end, I bought this forged "Bamboo and Rocks" for 170,000 yuan.'

"Because I will let them take back this "Picture of Bamboo and Rocks" for 50 yuan!"

'...'

Lao Bai was immersed in the novel world of "Last Week's Antiques" and was completely fascinated by it.

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door outside Wenbai's studio.

"There's an order coming."

Lao Bai raised his eyebrows, then a look of joy appeared on his face. He immediately put down his phone and walked to the door.

but!

As soon as he reached the door, Lao Bai's joy froze on his face and his eyes widened.

At the door stood two police comrades in blue uniforms, looking at him intently.

"Comrades police officers, what's going on?"

Lao Bai asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Hello, are you Mr. Bai Yang?" one of the police officers asked politely.

"What is wrong with me?"

Lao Bai nodded blankly and replied.

The police officer who spoke looked Lao Bai up and down, then explained the reason: "Comrade Bai Yang, we are police officers from the Magic City Police Station. You are suspected of illegal tomb robbery. We are summoning you according to the law. Come with us."

Lao Bai's heart skipped a beat and he glared at the police officer: "Comrade police, is there some misunderstanding here? I am a master's student in cultural relic restoration. How could I illegally rob a tomb?"

The police officer asked, "Last night, I was connected with the Tingquan treasure appraiser to appraise treasures. You appraised a bronze vessel with Taotie patterns, right?"

Lao Bai nodded, but then he quickly shook his head: "I identified it last night. Tingquan was doing it for the show effect. It was a fake."

"counterfeit?"

The police officer frowned and asked, "Where is the bronze artifact now?"

"I'll get it."

Lao Bai immediately turned around and trotted over to get the taotie-patterned jar, then handed it to the police officer.

The two police comrades took out their mobile phones and carefully compared the details of the Taotie patterned urn.

"Two police comrades, do you also know how to identify?" Lao Bai couldn't help but ask when he saw the serious expressions of the two men.

A police comrade shook his head: "We are just checking to see if it is the same one from last night."

"Uh, definitely the one from last night."

Lao Bai's mouth twitched.

The two policemen looked at each other and nodded. One of them said, "That's right. This is what we are looking for."

"This is a replica. What are you looking for it for?"

Lao Bai couldn't help but ask.

The police officer glanced at Lao Bai and smiled: "Comrade Bai Yang, we need to ask a more professional person to identify whether this bronze artifact is a replica. Now please come with us and cooperate with the investigation."

Another police comrade echoed: "If this bronze artifact is confirmed to be a counterfeit, we will apologize to you."

It is everyone's obligation to cooperate with the investigation.

Lao Bai curled his lips and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Both police comrades were very polite.

"By the way, where did you find the appraisal expert?" Lao Bai asked before leaving.

"He is an expert in the Magic City Museum. He is very authoritative. Don't worry."

The police comrade explained.

If this bronze artifact is confirmed to be authentic, it should be displayed and exhibited in a museum in Shanghai.

Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief and nodded secretly.

He thought to himself that the treasure appraisers at the Magic City Museum should all be really skilled, and it wouldn't be difficult for them to tell that this bronze artifact was a fake.

If it doesn't work, we still have a mentor.

Please ask the mentor to come out!
A small question. Just treat it as clocking in at the police station today. If possible, take a photo and send it to Lin Chuan’s reader group to let them see what it feels like to clock in at the police station.

Old Bai got into the police car and went to the police station in his district.

Subsequently.

He was waiting inside, waiting for the expert's appraisal results. The light inside was very good, the sun shone in through the window, and sprinkled on the floor tiles under Lao Bai's feet, forming a large diamond shape, which slowly moved away from Lao Bai, becoming more and more square.

Lao Bai looked at the door bored.

Finally, after sitting there for more than an hour, a policeman pushed the door open and went straight to Lao Bai.

"Comrade police officer, I can go now, right?"

Lao Bai's eyes lit up and he smiled.

It’s really uncomfortable to punch in at this police station.

It’s better to curl up on the sofa at home and play with your phone comfortably than just sitting here waiting.

Fortunately, everything is over and I can go home soon.

The policeman glanced at Lao Bai and said, "Comrade Bai Yang, please come with me now. We will interrogate you."

"Interrogation, what do you mean?"

Lao Bai was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"The bronze ware of yours has been authenticated by Gao Qinglin, chief expert of the Magic City Museum, and several other experts. Now, we suspect that you are involved in illegal tomb robbery or illegal trading of national treasures. Please cooperate with our investigation." The policeman's eyes were sharp and his voice was unquestionable.

"No, police comrade, Master Gao has made a mistake. This can't be true! Call my mentor here. He will definitely be able to see through it."

Lao Bai was struck by lightning and was a little panicked.

He cursed in his heart, are these experts serious?
Or is it really because Lin Chuan's "Antique Counterfeiting Manual" is too harsh, coupled with my solid skills in cultural relics restoration, that led to such an embarrassing situation?
"We have just contacted your mentor. Without revealing your identity, he also believes that this bronze artifact is authentic." The police comrade smiled and replied.

"what?"

Lao Bai was stunned on the spot.

Mentor, you are putting justice above your own.

"Please go in, come into the interrogation room and explain everything in detail. We will give you justice." The police comrade stretched out a hand and motioned Lao Bai to go to the interrogation room.

Lao Bai had a sad face.

This seems to be a bit too much. When he imitated the "Taotie Patterned Urn", he did not make any imitation marks. Who would have thought that his mentor and the chief expert of the museum would identify it as the real thing! ?
Clang.

Lao Bai walked into the cold interrogation room. It felt familiar yet strange here.

He was familiar with it because he often saw interrogation room-related emoticons in Lin Chuan’s reader group, but they were all used to make fun of the criminal suspect Lin.

The reason why he felt unfamiliar was because it was his first time entering the legendary interrogation room!
In this June season, Lao Bai, wearing thin clothes, could clearly feel the coldness of the tiger bench under him.

There are no windows in the interrogation room. The walls are painted in a cold grey tone and have slogans saying "Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist" posted on them.

Lao Bai looked like someone who had made a mistake, and his eyes unconsciously looked down.

There was also a slogan written on the floor.

——Your family is waiting for you to come home.

At this time.

The two policemen sitting opposite Lao Bai sorted out the information and prepared to start questioning.

The presiding judge was the policeman who summoned Lao Bai, named Chen Hui. He was about the same age as Lao Bai and Lin Chuan, with regular features and a sharp look between his brows.

Chen Hui looked at Lao Bai, and after asking about his age, occupation, and other information, he began to ask: "How did you obtain this bronze vessel, the Taotie Vessel?"

"I faked it."

Lao Bai took a deep breath, curled his lips, and answered truthfully.

From the reader group, he has learned a lot of ways to avoid interrogations.

If you have not committed any crime, just answer truthfully and do not hide anything, otherwise you will make things worse. Of course, you must also stick to the facts and choose your words carefully.

Chen Hui was slightly startled: "Several experts have identified the 'Taotie Patterned Urn' as a genuine item. Are you sure it is a fake?"

Old Bai frowned and thought for a moment, "Officer Chen, even experts can make mistakes sometimes."

"Comrade Bai Yang, perhaps one expert may not be convincing enough, but for this 'Taotie Patterned Urn', the person involved in the appraisal is the chief appraisal expert of the Magic City Museum, as well as several prestigious and authoritative experts, including your mentor. Isn't that convincing enough?"

The presiding police officer, Comrade Chen Hui, frowned slightly and asked back.

"Well, police comrade, I'm not questioning the level of these experts, but this bronze ware is somewhat special. It was forged using a secret method and can be mistaken for the real thing. So several experts may misjudge it when they encounter it for the first time." Lao Bai said angrily.

Chen Hui frowned even deeper, and asked in confusion: "Comrade Bai Yang, do you have any secrets that even your mentor hasn't seen?"

call--

Old Bai puffed up his cheeks, exhaled heavily, and said seriously: "Officer Chen, this secret method has to start from a novel."

"novel?"

Chen Hui and the police officer who was taking the statement next to him looked at each other.

It's not like he hasn't heard some weird answers before.

But, isn’t this answer too weird?

Could the secret method of counterfeiting antiques be related to novels?

"Correct."

Lao Bai nodded seriously.

"You mean to say that you learned this secret method from a novel, and then you imitated a bronze ware, the 'Taotie Patterned You', participated in a live treasure appraisal, and fooled the Tingquan treasure appraisal anchor, and also fooled several famous experts?"

At this time, Chen Hui leaned back slightly and smiled.

obviously.

He almost said - Who do you think will believe your nonsense?

It’s really cruel. Now people can use novels as a shield!

"Yes, that's what happened." Lao Bai nodded honestly.

Chen Hui chuckled.

The police officer who was taking the statement nearby also pursed his lips tightly, trying to suppress a smile, and thought about all the sad things that had happened recently.

We have been professionally trained not to laugh, no matter how funny something is.

Unless... I can't help it.

"Comrade police officers, don't laugh. This is exactly what happened!" Lao Bai looked at the smiles on the two police comrades' faces, his mouth twitched, and he immediately argued.

"cough!"

Chen Hui coughed lightly, "Sorry, I just thought of something happy. Let's continue."

"Ah."

Old White curled his lips.

"I just asked you about the secret method of counterfeiting antiques from a novel. What's the name of this novel?" Chen Hui calmed down the smile on his face and continued to ask.

"Last Week's Antiques, a novel from Qihang, written by Lin."

Lao Bai told about Lin Chuan and his novel.

Now that several experts have identified the 'Taotie Patterned Urn' as an authentic item and the item is in his hands, he can only tell the truth.

Otherwise, you will really end up in jail.

　There will be another chapter tonight, but it will be a little later. Happy 520 brothers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)