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Benjamin was wanted for arson and murder. Google search reading

"Carlon, you said the person in the photo is from the Special Patrol Office?" Sheeran asked.

"He was the one I had been dealing with before, and he was the one who took care of the 'phantom' at the graduation concert."

Fanning looked at the photo for a long time in doubt.

He once thought that the appearance was just a coincidence, after all, the names were different.

But the wanted notice stated the identity of the arsonist as a police officer in the text, which was hardly a coincidence.

"How big was the fire? Why was the entire auction house sealed?" Fanning was very puzzled.

If Sylvia was from the Special Patrol Office, then the relationship between the perfumer and Prudence Auction House should be clear to the Special Patrol Office. Whether they wanted to deal with this auction house or needed to secretly investigate some extraordinary factors, they should not need to take such extreme measures. Even if Benjamin really needed to set a fire, he would not become a wanted criminal.

Is this Special Patrol Office investigator crazy?

Several people came to the side door, and Fanning showed his ID to the police, who explained the incident in concise and accurate language.

Prudence's auction was only held at night, and the daytime was the time for exhibitions and static auctions. Benjamin came in with the first batch of guests after the opening of the museum in the morning and stayed inside for two hours.

To enter and exit such a place, you need to prove your legal identity and legitimate occupation, and you need to undergo a personal belongings inspection, but a plainclothes senior police inspector who showed his ID was obviously unimpeded.

According to witnesses, he suddenly became emotional while watching the exhibition, swore loudly, and splashed the colorless liquid in the kettle on the paintings, carpets, curtains and other places.

The witness initially thought it was water until he took out a lighter.

In this era, false evidence is rampant, and many impromptu crimes end up being headless cases, but Benjamin did not hide his public identity as a senior police officer before the incident, and the waiters and guests also saw his face.

Fan Ning knew that this wanted order would not work, and the public could not help in tracking down the person who knew about it, but many people were burned to death, and posting it was a procedural explanation.

From the tone of these policemen, they were confused about the motive of their colleagues.

Although Benjamin saved himself and the two principals at the graduation concert, Fan Ning did not have a good impression of him based on the feelings he had in the few times he had dealt with him. Moreover, the real motive of the Special Patrol Office was extraordinary interests...

When Fan Ning was thinking about various action plans on weekdays, he vaguely acquiesced that Benjamin was monitoring him and regarded him as a rival. Even in Fan Ning's subconscious, he always felt that when the conflict intensified one day, he would probably fight with Benjamin again.

But now this Special Patrol Office investigator who was serious, cautious, and whom he was extremely afraid of... went crazy?

Fan Ning didn't know whether he should feel happy or inexplicably horrified.

What is he investigating recently?

Now that they were here, Fanning and his group were going to go in through the side door to see the scene. He had just walked in a few steps when he heard obvious footsteps behind him, so he turned his head to look.

The gentleman in front of him wore a top hat, a black shirt and pants, his features were flat, he looked depressed, and he held the metal ring of a pocket watch in his hand.

"Special Patrol Office, Joe Vasius."

Another investigator.

Fanning was just about to introduce himself and the people around him, but the gentleman in the top hat said directly: "No need to introduce, I know all three of you."

"That... the wanted poster at the gate, is it Mr. Benjamin?" Fanning asked tentatively.

"Mr. Fanning is also interested in this arson case?" Vasius asked without comment.

"I originally just wanted to visit an exhibition with my friends." Fanning shrugged.

"The exhibition can't be visited. As official knowledgeable people, if you are interested, please feel free to investigate." The voice was neither salty nor bland.

"I have the curiosity to watch, but I don't have the time to take the initiative to take over the case." Fanning said.

"Mr. Vassius, I seem to have heard your voice. Did you call to notify me of my membership?" Joan also tried to greet him.

Vassius ignored her and walked straight past them.

...Are all the people in the Special Patrol Office expressionless?

So this temporarily became a strange combination, with two members of the Guidance School, one member of the Bologna School, and one investigator from the Special Patrol Office walking together. Fanning and the other two did not deliberately avoid each other, nor did they walk side by side. They just walked together in a distant manner.

Behind them, the police and the auction house staff followed closely.

Fanning looked around silently, but speculations kept rising in his heart.

So the investigation work that Benjamin was previously responsible for was taken over by this Vassius?

Then some of the situations he had dealt with in the past six months, including the files of the Turner Museum in the past, were probably handed over to this person.

The four of them walked a little more than ten meters inside, and there was thick smoke everywhere, and the stench filled their noses.

Going further inside, Fanning saw that almost all the paintings in the gallery were burned. Looking around, the walls and floors were all blackened by smoke, and some of the ashes on the ground were red charcoal. Firefighters were still shuttling around to check for the risk of re-ignition.

Many people carried stretchers from inside to outside one after another.

There is no need to say more about the situation of those covered with white cloth. Although the burns of those who are not covered do not seem to be serious, they are unconscious after being poisoned. I am afraid that they are in danger.

The two girls covered their noses and coughed repeatedly, trying to avoid the colorful fire sewage.

"…Isn't this area too large? This can be burned by a bottle of gasoline?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"Why didn't so many people run out of such a spacious gallery? Is the fire so fierce?" Xilan also felt a little puzzled.

"Benjamin also studied "candles". Considering the extraordinary factors, it is not surprising."

Fanning squatted down several times in the core area where the fire was the most serious, and rubbed the ashes of the canvases that fell to the ground after being burned.

In front of a canvas residue, he suddenly found something unusual.

The ashes seemed very thin.

In contrast, there seemed to be very few slag blocks after the pigment was sintered?

He called the nearest staff member: "Are all the paintings hanging around here oil on canvas?"

"Yes, sir."

"How is the completion?"

The staff member was puzzled: "The paintings on display are naturally finished, sir."

It's a bit strange.

No matter what technique the painter used, no matter how thick the coating is, there must be a coating, right?

Although the fire was hot, it was not an incinerator. Why did the ashes here look like a canvas with only a draft?

What about the paint?

A special material that can burn after encountering fire and does not leave any black residue?

Acrylic paint is not like this.

Or...it was scraped off in advance?

"Did you find anything?" Vassius saw Fanning squatting in one place for a long time, and seemed to be a little dazed, and walked over to ask.

"I feel a little heartbroken." Fanning sighed and looked at his five black fingers.

"Such a fire is a huge blow to galleries and artists. After your Turner Art Museum is repaired, it is recommended to strengthen fire prevention work."

Fanning raised his head.

Compared to Vassius' style, this sentence seems a bit too long.

And...

Strengthen your ass! The painting was burned by you people. If you investigators want to visit the Turner Museum in the future, I may not dare to stop you?

It's okay if you don't do human things, can you speak human words?

Fanning stared at Vassius' eyes, imitated his expressionless face, smiled, and nodded in agreement.

"It's necessary, a living lesson."