Seven's secret

When Murong Qing raised his head, he realized that a bunch of people were crowded at the door of the office, all of them were stretching their necks to look in. A tall man squeezed in while pulling those onlookers, with a displeased tone, "Go to work." If you have nothing to do, go in and report to us sunspots!"

The people at the door laughed and rushed away, the man pushed them away and closed the door casually, turned around and met Murong Qing's gaze, and was slightly startled.

This man was born with broad shoulders and long legs, and there was a vigor in his gestures.She is a few years older than Murong Qing, with a dark face with deep contours and deep eyebrows. When looking at people, there is habitual scrutiny in her eyes, which makes people dare not look closely at them.

Murong Qing was not used to being looked at as a suspect, and was feeling a little embarrassed, when Meng Ke smiled and said, "Mr. Murong, this is our vice captain."

The vice-captain came over and stretched out a hand towards Murong Qing, "Hi, I'm Pei Rong."

Everyone in the room watched, Murong Qing could only resist the discomfort in his heart and reached out to shake hands with him, "Hi, I'm Murong Qing."

Pei Rong's palm is wider than his hand, and the palm is dry and warm, and the time and strength of the grip are just right.Murong Qing felt that there were hard calluses growing on his tiger's mouth and fingertips, secretly guessing which callus was the "gun callus" written in the book, but he didn't feel that physical contact with a stranger was so disgusting.

Pei Rong let go of his hand, looked at the paper box on the table, and said in a slightly apologetic tone, "I originally wanted to come to ask for advice, but there are a lot of things and they are fragmented, and I am afraid that there will be mistakes when I take them around, so I have to trouble Teacher Murong to make a trip."

Murong said quickly: "No trouble. You should call me by my name."

Pei Rong's eyes stayed on his face for a moment, then turned to the cardboard box on the table, "What did you find?"

Murong Qing stretched out his hand and took out the underglaze red fragment the size of a peach pit from the box, and asked Pei Rong tentatively, "Are these things related to the fragments I saw last time?"

Pei Rong didn't hide anything, and nodded generously, "Yes, the case has been investigated now."

Murong Qing asked again: "Can you let me have a look at those porcelain pieces that police officer Xiaomeng showed me last time?"

Pei Rong looked at him for a moment, then turned his gaze and nodded slightly at the short-haired policewoman beside him.

The short-haired policewoman said "wait a minute" and got up and walked out of the office.

Pei Rong pulled out the chair and sat down beside Murong Qing, and while helping Murong Qing carefully move the broken porcelain pieces in the carton to the newspapers on the table, he asked him, "Did you see anything?"

Murong Qing felt that when this person looked at people, his eyes were like two knives, as if he wished to cut open your flesh and pull out your bone marrow for a good examination.Murong Qing has always been very sensitive to other people's eyes, but this time the feeling is a little different.When Pei Rong stared at him, there was nothing in his eyes that could represent personal emotions: appreciation, love or disgust, none of these.Some are just pure scrutiny and concentration that wants to find out.

It feels like having a knife by your side.Although the thing is dead, it will not jump over by itself and draw a line on his arm.But as long as it is left there, people's nerves will tense up, for fear that any of their actions will accidentally touch it, which will cause consequences that they cannot bear.

Murong pinched the tile lightly and felt a little helpless, did he think too much?

Or it's normal for Officer Pei to look at people this way, but because he has seen too many ulterior motives, and there is no normal man around him all these years...so he feels abnormal?

Well, maybe he really thought too much.

Murong Qing forced himself to focus on the pile of tiles in front of him.Bisque, blue and white, and pastels, at first glance, seem to be chaotic and disorderly, but as they slip through the fingertips one by one, Murong Qing feels a sense of déjà vu.He had this feeling the last time Meng Ke showed it to him.This time, the feeling of coming out is more vivid.

Pei Rong sat next to him, watching him concentrating on fiddling with the pieces of the table, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by his hands.Murong Qing's hand shape is more slender than that of ordinary people, and the lines of his fingers are graceful and smooth. When he is pinching the tile, his fingers will involuntarily bend slightly, carrying an indescribably subtle and seductive taste.

Pei Rong looked at it for a while, and then shifted his gaze to those broken porcelain pieces, only to realize that after a while of magical work, Murong Qing had divided the messy pile of broken porcelain pieces on the table into several piles.He was lowering his head and putting two or three pieces of broken red and white porcelain on the table and swinging them around like a jigsaw puzzle.

Pei Rong's heart skipped a beat, "How did you find out?"

Meng Ke and Han Ying next to him were still a little confused, but Murong Qing understood that the man had already seen his thoughts, and nodded, "Not sure yet, it's better to wait for the fragments to be brought back last time for comparison."

Pei Rong's expression became serious, he pulled a small pile of porcelain tiles in Murong Qing's hand, and pulled out a similar tile from it, "Here is a red one."

Murong pursed the corners of her lips lightly, "It's different."

Pei Rong was puzzled, and raised the piece of debris in front of his eyes for a closer look. There was no difference.Push it in front of Murong Qing, and put it side by side with the other one, "Isn't it the same?"

Murong Qing glanced at him with a half-smile, "The pattern is the same, but the age is different. One is a modern imitation, and the other is an underglaze red from the early Ming Dynasty."

Pei Rong was taken aback for a moment, "Can you see this too?"

Murong Qing didn't make a sound.He didn't know how many tiles he had touched with his fingers, and even if there was only one gap left, he could tell the age clearly.Even the original shape of the utensil can be restored through the shape and glaze color of the fragment.But he didn't know how to explain these things to a layman, so he simply didn't say anything.

Pei Rong smiled apologetically, "Don't be surprised, we don't know much about this. I sent some samples to the appraisal center before, but the appraisal report back said that they were all modern imitations. So I didn't expect that Mixed with real antiques."

Murong shook his head lightly, expressing that he didn't mind.

The short-haired policewoman came back with the evidence she had seen last time. Murong picked out the piece of underglaze red from the Ming Dynasty, looked at the back, and turned to ask the people around, "Do you have a pen?"

Pei Rong quickly took out a fountain pen from his breast pocket and handed it to him.

Murong Qing made a mark on the back of the tile, turned it over and placed it on the table, moved the tile slightly, and asked Pei Rong without raising his head, "Is there any paper?"

"Huh?" Pei Rong looked at him, and then at a few confused heads around him, he really wanted to ask what kind of paper do you want?Kleenex for wiping things?Letters for records or toilet paper for going to the bathroom?

Murong Qing waited for a while and saw that there was no response from them, so he raised his head and looked at Pei Rong, "Do you have any blank paper? I want to draw something."

A piece of printing paper was passed over Pei Rong's shoulder to him.It was the young man who was playing games with earphones just now, probably attracted by the movement here, blinking his round eyes with great interest.

Murong lightly took the printing paper and spread it on the table, and said softly while drawing: "This should be a Ming Dynasty imitation of the Yuan Dynasty's underglaze red jade pot spring bottle, with twining lotus patterns, and the size is about 24 to 29 in height." He pushed the painted bottle in front of Pei Rong, "Judging from these fragments, this person probably hasn't burned a satisfactory imitation yet."

Everyone in the office was fascinated by this, and the young man lying on Pei Rong's shoulder asked him, "How do you know that?"

Murong lightly picked up the piece of red glaze that Pei Rong had picked up earlier, and put it together with some pieces on the table, "These pieces of red glaze are all different from the real ones in glaze color, and the heat is also different. They should still be tested."

Pei Rong looked at the messy pieces of broken porcelain on the table, and then at the beautiful porcelain vase painted by Murong Qing, feeling incredible in his heart, "How do you know that this is something from the Ming Dynasty imitating the Yuan Dynasty?"

Murong Qing hesitated for a moment, "There are only three periods in history that underglaze red was fully fired: Yuan, Yongxuan, and Kangqian. Other periods are very rare. The color of Yuan underglaze red was unstable and the pattern was rough. In the Ming Dynasty, underglaze red The inner red color is already very full. Although this thing deliberately made traces of copper burning, it is still easy to see the difference from the enamel and glaze color."

Pei Rong and the others were overwhelmed with mist.From the restoration map drawn by Murong Qing, they could identify the approximate positions of the pieces of broken porcelain on the table, but they couldn't figure out how this beautiful young man managed to piece together a complete figure with limited clues.

Murong Qing said again: "The real thing might be a pair. One of them is broken. As for why the pieces got mixed into this pile of discarded pieces, I don't know." He turned his head and looked at Pei Rong with an expression He asked hesitantly, "Can you let me have a look at the porcelain kiln?"

Pei Rong's eyebrows twitched slightly, "Porcelain kiln?"