Volume 8: The Stones Are Breaking the Sky] Chapter 19: Adding Oil to the Fire—

Chapter 19 Adding oil to the fire

"So, you just let him run away?" Dick couldn't help but smile at George, looking at him in a mess.

"He's really running very fast." George replied with a cigarette in his mouth.

The paper man was also next to him and asked, "Are you sure he is not a capable person?"

"At least he did not show any superpowers in front of me. He just jumped from the roof of one building to another building a few meters away." George said.

"Haha, you jumped with it?" Dick asked.

"Yes, otherwise how could I sprain my knee?" George took another breath of cigarette unhappily: "It's so annoying." He did have reasons to be annoyed. In his opinion, as a young policeman, he has not had the problem of overweight and has not been away from the police academy for many years. In the process of chasing, he was thrown away by the prisoner. It was like being slapped in the face in public, as if his athletic ability was not as good as an ordinary gangster who had not been trained.

"What do you think of this person?" The paper man was holding a photo extracted from the surveillance video in his hand.

George had also seen the captured images and replied helplessly: "It's not that I want to praise the other party, but he is either lucky or a veteran of crime. Look, where he passed by, he was almost always blind spots directly below the camera across the street, and the surveillance camera facing out of our police station was at a fixed angle. He used the disguise of the sun hat to completely cover up his face, making it impossible for us to start."

"I agree with this, and I think he should be a veteran. Not only when he is wandering at the door, but even when he is chasing you, he deliberately avoids the cameras on the street and chooses to go through the alleys and go up the roof." Dick said.

"Maybe he was wanted by himself, so he didn't want to be photographed clearly." The Paper Hero said, but unfortunately he did not recognize Tianyi from the photo: "A criminal who dared to appear at the police station and stayed for more than 60 minutes. If his target was indeed the man named Galas... then our Mr. Dadan would probably be very dangerous. The people sent by Sezel may not be able to deal with him, let alone..." The Paper Hero read through the information about the KKKKKK intimidation case that he had just obtained: "What's more, he is probably just one of a racist organization, and he may have accomplices behind him."

"Although the analysis is correct,... is this good? Chief Ness." Dick asked.

Paper hero said: "What are you referring to?"

"You were sent to lead the investigation of serial murder cases. Your job has not made much progress yet, and you want to interfere in other cases?" Dick said.

"It's okay. A capable person commits a crime that can be easily solved by ordinary criminal investigation methods. There is no rush to be a temporary case. At present, this case about the death threat is imminent. We have the opportunity to stop the crime before the victim is born." The paper hero replied.

Dick looked at him for two seconds, stood up and sighed, "Okay, I'll say hello to Sezel, so that the director wouldn't say we'll cross the line later."

George also limped and stood up: "I have to find some ice..."

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On the morning of June 21, Galas walked out of the house with anxiety. Last night, he told his whole story to his wife. His wife accepted his request and temporarily asked for leave and not going out again. In order to cooperate with the police's actions, Galas decided to continue his daily life, hoping to attract intimidators.

As soon as he left the apartment, he walked out more than ten meters on the street, but heard a "bang" sound across the street behind him. The sound was indeed very similar to shooting, so Galas was so shocked that he fell down immediately. When he looked back, he saw a dark car that was inconspicuous in the distance, which was emitted from black smoke.

Two men walked out of the car, cursing.

"Damn it! What's going on?" asked one person.

"It seems someone stuffed something into the exhaust pipe." The other person said, squatting down to check: "Damn it! It looks like an orange."

These two tragic men were plainclothes police officers sent by Sezel to protect the Galas couple. They were filling coffee in the car, eating bad-tasting sandwiches, and taking turns to sleep and monitor. They stayed up all night, not only did they get nothing, but this happened again early in the morning.

Galas seemed to understand what was going on. In fact, he noticed the car last night. In case he called the police station and confirmed the license plate number with Officer Sezel, he almost went downstairs to say hello to the two plainclothes.

So Galas pretended not to know the two of them, stood up, patted the gray, and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

The two policemen lost their transportation tools and simply acted separately. One followed Galas on foot, and the other continued to squat near the apartment. The scrapped car had to ask the bureau to send a tow truck to pull it away.

Every day, Galas walks for more than 20 minutes to reach his work location. He lives not too far from the Louvre, and driving there will be troublesome. However, in the opinion of the police, if someone is going to be unfavorable to him, this journey to work is the best place to start. Even if an ordinary person passes the psychological barrier, killing is not a difficult task. Passing the body on the street and turning around, it will be a life.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the journey that morning, and the policeman watched Galas enter the office. The security level of the Louvre was higher than that of the police station, so he went back to the police station to report.

The office location of Galas is naturally separate from the exhibition area of ​​the Louvre, but its building is also located inside the wall. This building was built during the imperial rule. Its appearance is in the same style as the main castle of the Louvre. The two buildings are separated by a wall, and there is a corridor to go back and forth. The area where Galas is located is basically scholars and research personnel. After reaching the main building of the Louvre through the corridor, that area is also part of the staff, mainly for security and cleaning personnel to enter and exit, and walk in a while before reaching the exhibition area. The door between the work area and the exhibition area requires a pupil scan to pass. Every time the door is opened, the person and time will be recorded by the computer. If an internal thief wants to put someone in quietly from the work area at night, he will inevitably be exposed.

When he arrived at the familiar office, Galas felt a little relieved. His work was actually relatively leisurely. Although he did not have a title like a professor, he did something similar to those so-called famous scholars. He just went to the unit every day to play soy sauce, drink tea, flip through books, and put a paper in a year or two. In fact, Galas was a little busier than those old professors. As he told Sezel, he was usually responsible for some art appraisal work, and he had to update the explanation drafts for the museum's commentator when he had time. Of course, there were not many artworks that would be taken here for identification these days. This is not a jewelry store, a pawn shop, or a special appraisal institution, and it is mainly for research.

For example, this place is like Shaolin Temple. Someone stabbed someone to death with the powerful Vajra finger on the road. You insist on coming to us to identify the skill of this person. We are not unable to do it, but in general, please go to the public security organs and hospitals.

So Galas does not have much appraisal work. The ones sent here are usually all official works of art. If a serious archaeological team dug an ancient tomb that has not been stolen in a certain jungle and unearthed a large number of cultural relics to be identified, then it might be busy here for a while. As for daily life, there is really nothing to do. Those who are really busy, such as some universities or commercial institutions, are almost always using their laboratories. How could they ask an ordinary employee of Galas to take fingerprints and test orange pits in the laboratory like this? After most of the day, no one discovered it.

So, what do these people who have no money to do when they are working? If you guess Galas, his colleagues and leaders steal vegetables online every day, then you are too underestimated. There are many academic scammers in this world who are essentially inexplicable. They have become experts or cultural people by relying on plagiarism, background, hype, etc. In fact, when this type of person is extremely distressed, they will only commit suicide.

But in the circle where Galas was, there were people of very good quality. When these people were extremely bored, they would do something shocking. For example, copy the entire Bible in ancient Roman fonts; translate a favorite novel into four languages ​​out of interest; copy oil paintings with a mouse and computer drawing program, etc.

Tianyi had a relatively high expectation for Galas. He felt that Galas should have enough standards to crack the secret of the letter. However, Galas had not seen through all the information contained in the letter, so he handed the evidence to the police.

Of course, this is also reasonable in case of intimidation.

Tianyi also knew that judging from the fact that the police only sent two plainclothes clothes, the other party's information was obviously not enough, and he did not pay enough attention to his fake KKKKK. He had to continue pouring oil on the fire to allow the police to truly enter the game.

"Mr. Dadan." A guard on the first floor came to Dadan's desk: "I saw the door open, so I came in directly."

Galas was thinking about something, looking absent-minded. When he heard someone calling him, he came to his senses: "Ah? Oh, what's the matter?"

"I'll bring you a package with you. It's not that there's nothing to do with it, so I'll bring it up."

"Pack?" An ominous premonition immediately rose in Galas's heart: "Have you checked this...have you checked it?"

"What?" The guard was stunned and smiled: "When passing through the outermost gate, all the tourists' personal belongings, express delivery and takeaway, as well as our personal belongings, don't they all need to be scanned? If there were any contraband, wouldn't they have been stopped long ago?"

Galas thought about it and was right. Dangerous goods could not be brought into the walls outside the Louvre, so at least the package was neither a metal device nor a liquid chemical weapon, nor a living thing.

He said, "Oh, yes...thank you." Galas wondered if he was too suspicious.

He looked at the box in front of him that was probably the size of a basketball. After the guard left, he carefully opened it, but saw something more impactful than the threatening letter...
Chapter completed!