[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Xi Ya doesn't like sitting on the grass, drawing pictures with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters, it will make her have the urge to set fire.

However, the gray-haired tutor liked it very much.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel the magic of nature? The lake is fluctuating, pigeons are flying high, the wind blows the leaves, and the sun shines on the earth. It is not that there is no beauty in this world, but the lack of eyes to discover beauty. And now..."

The location of Klaus's tutor's class is the Pigeon Square by the lake in the school. It is said that this place is the place where he and his wife met when he was a student.

Breeze, lake water, pigeons, sunshine, the scenery is really good, the greenery is also good, and the air is even better.

however--

Wang Xiya, who is single, is only worried about whether the pigeons flying around will dislike them, a group of people who disturb the pigeons' relationship, and "pata" fly and fall on her beloved board.

Xi Ya was not used to using ordinary charcoal pencils, and it didn't take long for her to draw black.No matter in terms of strokes, hardness, color, or battery life, Stark Empire Board, you deserve it!

"Shia, don't you understand?" Klaus bent over and asked, with a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

Shia shook her head and pointed to the board that was bathing in the sun, "I want to use the board."

"No!" Speaking of this, Mr. Klaus changed his previous kindness and said sternly, "Xia, you must know that as a designer, the most important thing is your hands. Not only do you always remember to protect yourself hands, but also to be able to draw the most beautiful paintings no matter how difficult the conditions are. The board is evil! It cannot be advocated!"

In the first three days of school, no matter how many good things Shia said and piled up the benefits of the board, it still failed to change Klaus's mind.

In Klaus’s time, it was a luxury to have a clean sketch paper, not to mention drawing on a board, so he liked the feeling of drawing on a clean white paper by himself, and taught his students the same way.

Not only because of the importance of mastering the touch and laying a solid foundation for those who are just starting to learn painting, he also hopes that students will be down-to-earth and work step by step.

Klaus wants to teach students, which is good, if it weren't for Shia's pure hand-painting, it would not be very attractive.

In this class, Claus asked students to draw their own inspiration in nature.

The theme is not limited, as long as it is inspiration, a leaf, a steamed stuffed bun, whatever.

As for Xi Ya, she drew a picture of flying, a steaming pigeon flying.

Absolutely, local inspiration!

"You..." Klaus shook his head helplessly, turned to look at other people's paintings, and was already stingy with his evaluation.

Shia shrugged and changed to the board, Huaxiang's master.

It's not that she doesn't know the benefits of pure hand-painting, but since she first learned to draw and now uses boards, it is really difficult for her to abandon the boards she is used to and use pens and sketchbooks all at once.

Marcus kept stalking the Oriental girl.

There are so many freshmen in New York University every year, and there are many oriental faces. Like other oriental girls, she does not have the profound appearance that most Americans like.

The bridge of the nose is not high, and the eye sockets are not deep.

Marcus didn't know if the girl was good-looking in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, she was indeed good-looking, so good-looking that he couldn't help but sneak a few glances in class.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't muster up the courage to talk to her.

Charles was sitting next to Marcus, seeing how cowardly he was who cared but only dared to peek in the corner, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Lucy, do you know that person?" He raised his chin towards Shia's position .

Lucy looked back.

Her position is a bit far away, so she can't see clearly, but she knows the person sitting closest to the lake, "Oh, it's Xi Ya, a very cute oriental girl, do you like it?"

Lucy asked carelessly, Charles shrugged his shoulders and said directly, "Marcus likes it."

Charles looked like "brother is too timid to do anything", and Lucy was amused.

Marcus glared at the two who spoke without scruples, and hurriedly turned around.

The girl lowered her head and focused on drawing, obviously not hearing their conversation, and for a moment, he felt a little lost.

Charles decided to help again: "Do you know?"

Charles is tall, handsome, and can talk. Lucy has a crush on him and is willing to sell his face. "Shea is a Chinese. She is alone and doesn't get along with us very much. But she is cute and pretty. Many people like this kind of delicate little oriental girl. Marcus likes it, hurry up and chase after it!"

hi, like?

"No, no!" Marcus shook his head, unable to resist the curiosity in his heart, and turned his head secretly.

A gust of wind blew, and the drawing paper that Xia put aside casually drew two circles in the air, and fell crookedly into the lake.

Marcus reached out subconsciously, but because the distance was too far, he could only watch it fall into the lake and get soaked by water.

How could such a good opportunity to be courteous be missed!

"Hurry up!" Lucy winked, anxiously wishing she could slap her, "Go!"

Charles simply pushed, sending Marcus staggering and lying sprawled on the grass.

When I looked up again, a blond boy jumped into the lake with a "plop".

Marcus stared blankly, but hadn't reacted yet.

Charles: "Stupid!"

Lucy: "Be an orphan!"

Shia concentrated on drawing until someone jumped into the lake, and the splash of lake water pierced through the thin shirt, and the rare coolness in the heat made her turn her head.

The drawing paper was fluttering and was blown to the middle of the lake by the wind.

When the boy was about to grab the drawing paper, another gust of wind blew from nowhere, the lake water rippled, and the drawing paper drifted along until it was blocked by the bronze statue in the middle of the lake.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, muttered, "Where is such a strong wind coming from?", grabbed the wet drawing paper, and quickly returned to the shore.

"Here, your painting."

The thin blue and white T-shirt was stuck to the boy's body, showing off his body that pays attention to exercise on weekdays. He smiled brightly, as if the thing in his hand that was soaked in water and covered in black paint was a valuable thing .

"Thank you." Xi Ya looked at the pigeons that she didn't recognize, with a slightly subtle expression.

Are the American people now so helpful?Yi Tuo Xiang is also rescued as a beauty.

"I'm Jamie, nice to meet you."

"Lin Xiya, me too."

Under the sun, the water droplets hanging on the boy's golden hair shone dazzlingly, refracting the shining things in the distance to this side.

Shia was dazzled and squinted.

The bronze statue in the middle of the lake is a pregnant woman with a big belly. She slightly opens her lips and lowers her head to caress her protruding belly. It seems that she wants to say something to the child in her belly, full of maternal love and expectations for the future.

"what is that?"

A gust of wind blew, and the drenched Jemini shivered, "Children of the Virgin."

"Holy Mother, Son?"

Lucy and Charles came here at some point, and Marcus followed them obediently like a little daughter-in-law.

Hearing that Xi Ya was very interested in the bronze statue, Lucy hurriedly said: "Speaking of it, this is still a beautiful story."

"Stories?" Shea smiled slightly, "I like listening to stories the most."

*****

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The case was not solved for a long time, the fbi applied for Bau's help, and a group of people gathered in the conference room to discuss the case.

Hotchner wears formal clothes all the year round, which makes him look more authoritative: "Let's talk about it."

The police are not supernatural detectives, and there will be cases that cannot be solved for decades, and they will be dusty in the archives, but at least those who can enter the FBI will never be mediocre, let alone the team led by Lin Se.Everyone in bau was surprised when they received a request for help this time.

At the same time, they also felt the difficulty of this case.

Linther nodded, Norton distributed the printed materials to everyone, and Rogers began to talk about the case.

"Eight nights ago there was a thunderstorm, and the landmine happened to hit the bronze statue in Central Park. The night watchman found it and called the police." Rogers called up the picture, and the screen showed a photo of the bronze statue that was taken down. "This is the bronze statue. A statue, not a bronze statue."

It was a bronze statue of a ballet girl, with the tip of her left foot standing on tiptoe as a support point, the girl looked ahead and spread her arms, flapping her wings to fly.The girl's subtle expressions, together with the beads of sweat on her face and the smile on her lips, were all so vivid, they were forever frozen in that moment like a photo.

——Her life was frozen at that moment forever.

"The victim, Sylvia Lincoln, died for too long. The forensic doctor speculated that the deceased died 20 years ago based on bone age. The specific date of murder cannot be more accurate. According to the missing file, the date of death is likely to be around December 12."

Rogers changed another picture, which is the nameplate of the bronze statue, The Maiden of Swan Lake and a date: December 1995, 12.

"On Christmas Eve 20 years ago, did the deceased's father report to the police?" Reid read the fastest, and he was the first to read all the information. "The wife and daughter disappeared on the same day, and the body was found 20 years later. statute of limitations case."

"Yes." Rogers changed the picture and continued, "The second case, 5 days ago, was rebuilt at the Faculty of Art at Aberney University, and the bronze statue was damaged during the transfer. The deceased Mona Lixia Timothy, Abel A freshman in the German Department of the University of Nebraska, who died 30 years ago. The police never found the body, and it was finally treated as a disappearance case.”

"In the third case, 3 days ago, at No. 587 Angel Street, a drunk fell into the fountain and touched the corpse, and this was our breakthrough. Both the previous two cases have passed the statute of limitations, and the corpse died no later than 5 hours."

The information is displayed at the end.

The screen is occupied by three photos, which are a collage of three bronze statue nameplates, deliberately enlarged so that people can clearly see the font on the nameplate that can be recognized after years.

Swan Lake Maiden.

Mona Lisa smile.

Angels are singing.