97-2. Killing In the venue, Wang Gang represented the neutral party and the notary. After speaking a few words, both parties were allowed to express themselves freely. People in the audience also stopped the discussion and began to watch the two parties with wide eyes. How to say. To the surprise of many reporters, the first person to speak at Siyue was not Luo Ge, Shen Songzhi or Su Wan himself, but a boy who looked about the same age as Su Wan. Yang moved the microphone closer, coughed twice to test the sound, and then stared at the man on the opposite seat: "You are so brave that you are so brave! I hope you can be so calm later! By the way, I haven't asked yet. Where did you get these sketches? "Because it is necessary for the two parties to compete in public, the stage has just been rearranged, it looks like a public debate competition - Siyue all sit on the left, and in the middle Where Wang Gang and several police officers were seated, the troublemaking man sat alone on the right. "Shameless, I think you are the ones who are so stupid! These drawings are the fruits of my son's hard work, but I don't know how they fell into your hands!" Facing the strong lineup of the police and Siyue, this man did not show any stage fright. On the contrary, he was full of momentum. The way he faced a group of people alone actually won a lot of sympathy points. Yang Yi frowned, aware of the atmosphere of sympathy for the weak in the audience, and looked at the man: "Then can you call your son and confront him?" "My son can't even take care of himself except for painting. !” The man’s voice suddenly became filled with sadness and anger: “He is what you often call a fool! For such a child, painting is the most important thing in his life. You are so embarrassed!” Wow! The man's words caused endless discussion, like a gust of wind passing by. And the public's sympathy turned towards him again without hesitation. Damn it, I don’t know who is behind this, it’s really a desperate scheme! Yang Yi was wary, but his expression did not change at all: "Then can you hand these drawings to the public security personnel for appraisal?" Qu Yang, who was sitting in the middle seat, followed up in time: "I am the Technical Appraisal Section of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Yuezhou City Public Security Bureau "Qu Yang, let's do some preliminary identification on some of the evidence." More than ten minutes later, under the gaze of everyone, the young police officer came closer to the microphone: "Based on the text comparison and trace identification in the drawings, The preliminary conclusion reached by the public security image technical analysis is that the sketch is very similar to the book "Yunhuang. Jiuzhou Piaoling" owned by Siyue Culture, but the specific analysis results have yet to be determined when the document was created. " What means? The people below were in confusion again. Was this a case of plagiarism by Siyue or slander by the man? Qu Yang also shook his head gently towards Luo Ge, which made everyone in Siyue feel their hearts sinking. In fact, without Qu Yang's hint, Yang Yi already knew the result. The first volume of "Yun Huang" was published three months ago. If the handwriting on these drawings were pens, ballpoint pens, fountain pens or other colored pens, Either way, the time of completion of the manuscript can be detected through document appraisal. “However, these drawings are all made with pencils. It is undoubtedly too difficult to identify the time of production through the writing materials. In other words, neither the man nor Siyue has any evidence of victory. But the problem is that for Siyue now, winning or losing means a big defeat! After all, the reporters were well-informed and were the first to hear what Qu Yang meant. None of them paid attention to the host's roll call. Three or four stood up immediately and rushed to ask questions, but a few of them looked at each other. Finally, several grown men sat back reluctantly, leaving only one female reporter: "Comrade police officer, what do you mean, technically speaking, it is impossible to determine who is plagiarizing who?" As a victim, you can only think that the two works are similar, right? "The young police officer Qu Yang is a good expert in criminal investigation, but he is overwhelmed by the sharp-tongued uncrowned king. His senior Wang Gang had already said hello and tried his best to help Siyue clear his suspicions, but he couldn't be too partial in public, so he hesitated awkwardly. At this time, the man felt even more justified: "I told you, you Siyue are just thieves. You bullied me and I don't have any solid evidence to sue you!" On the seat on the right, Mr. Shen was already shaking with anger. He couldn't verify the authenticity of the materials, but he could see people's hearts clearly. The best evidence was the gradually turning desperate look in Su Wan's eyes next to him. Just when the public opinion wave was about to take shape again, Yang Yi looked at the manuscript paper placed in front of Wang Gang in Quyang from a distance. His heart moved and he took the microphone: "Excuse me, two police officers, can we Siyue have a look at this manuscript?" "This ”??I just thought about it for a moment: "Since you are voluntarily mediating between the parties, of course you can watch it." The man opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the police present, he swallowed it back. The onlookers were interested. Higher and higher. The drawings were placed in front of him, and Yang Yi carefully flipped through them one by one, from the yellowed elementary school student's art book, to the half-new letter paper, and finally to a few pieces of 90% new white paper. It seemed to be a complete transition of time periods, and the top In several of the pictures, the pencil lines have blurred edges, and the style of the entire painting is almost the same as Su Wan's. No wonder professionals can tell whether I am male or female! Butthese counterfeiters still left a loophole! Yang Yi, who instantly discovered something suspicious, felt his heart almost jump out of his throat. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he raised his head and stared at the man with sharp eyes: "Excuse me, what is your name?" The man glanced at him warily, then at the policeman, and finally snorted: "Gao Dexi." "Where are you from? ? What job?" Yang Yi followed closely. Gao Dexi quit this time: "Do I have to tell you about my work? Who are you?" Yang Yi looked at Wang Gang who was sitting in the middle seat. The detachment leader probably felt ashamed of Luo Ge, so he faced Gao Dexi frowned: "This is not a secret. Besides, if there is no result today, you will still have to explain it all from the beginning when you get to the bureau." Gao Dexi snorted angrily: "Farmer from Yueyan Town, a farmer. " After hearing this, Yang raised a smile with unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth, and Luo Ge, who was familiar with his smile, suddenly accelerated his heartbeat. ?? Could this boy really see something wrong? "Farmer? You, a farmer, are so eloquent!" Yang Yi sneered: "Where have you been farthest? Shanghai? Beijing? Hong Kong? Have you ever traveled beyond Yuezhou?" "What do you mean by that? No. My son can't draw these paintings after traveling far away?" Gao Dexi's face fell in anger: "It's true that I have never traveled far away, and I have no experience. I have been stuck in Yuezhou all my life, even my son! This does not mean that we are not knowledgeable, and it does not mean that my son has no future" "Whether your son has any future is none of my business. I just want to know where he gets the paper he usually draws on?" " You can't read it yourself? Workbooks, art books, stationery store bought stationery!" Gao Dexi felt a little angry after hearing Yang Yi's question. "You have to think about it! Did you buy it or was it given to you by someone else?" Yang Yi stared at Gao Dexi with dagger-like eyes, pressing closer and closer: "These last few pieces of white paper? Are they really not given by others?" "Of course I bought it myself. It's in the stationery store next to the town's primary school!" When Gao Dexi saw the pieces of white paper that Yang Yi pulled out alone, his heart almost sank to his butt/eyes, but he still clenched his teeth. The jaw is not loosened. I just want to deliberately mislead you, you piece of rubbish! It leaves you unable to think of other excuses! Yang Yi sneered, and finally laid out the fatal evidence word for word: "Yes, yes, the stationery store next to the primary school in your town actually has professional comic paper originating from the island country! It seems that we in Yuezhou City are connected Not even a town can compare with it! " "You're talking nonsense, I bought this paper at the stationery store" Gao Dexi jumped up from the chair in panic, and sat back with his legs weak. He had obviously compared it. , except for a little yellowing, those pieces of paper are basically the same as the white paper in the stationery store. Is this kid bluffing? "Oh? How about we call the shop owner for questioning now? See if he imported these white papers from the island country! Or, let's go to the Public Security Bureau to identify the origin of these papers!" Yang Yi The voice turned into radio waves through the microphone, echoing throughout the square, and also echoed in Gao Dexi's mind, leaving him speechless as he questioned. When Jia Liping, the grade director of his son's grade at that time, came to him, he told his son to copy the drawings and immediately burn the original drawings. However, when he saw a few pieces of white paper inside, his stupid son drew randomly on them. After a few strokes, I hugged the paper and never put it down again. Gao Dexi couldn't reason with his son who only knew how to draw. If these papers were taken away, I'm afraid he would never be willing to draw honestly. In addition, the farmer thought that these were just a few blank sheets of paper with nothing in them, so there was no way anything could go wrong, and they seemed more messy and real, so they were sandwiched in a pile of drawings. Unexpectedly, this small oversight has now become the most powerful evidence for the other party. Yang Yi also sneered in his heart. When he started to get these drawings, he felt very strange.It felt familiar but not right. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, I finally remembered that this kind of paper with a slightly smoky yellow color was not the same kind of manga manuscript paper that Nomura Shina of Shueisha had brought out last time. I carefully recalled the people who had access to these manuscripts, and the Yueyan Town that I suddenly heard about - I knew from Yu Pu last time that Jia Liping, the lingering garbage, was sent there! The truth came out at this moment, and Yang Yi also deliberately asked repeatedly from the beginning whether someone sent these papers just to arouse the enemy! Lest this tough-talking and cunning farmer suddenly come to his senses and tell nonsense like "This paper was picked up outside", which is nonsense and cannot be verified. "What else do you have to say! Do you want to change your story and say that these papers were obtained from other places?" Yang Yi sneered again and again, and the reborn person who had done his best to eliminate evil blocked Gao Dexi's last road. Reality. At this time, there was a sound in the square that gradually became louder and louder, like a swarm of aircraft approaching from far and near. "Let me just say Wanwan is not plagiarized! You still don't believe me!" In a far corner of the square, a few little girls who couldn't squeeze into the center were chattering excitedly. Lin Momo in the middle looked proud, but it was just what the girls said The title is really ridiculously enthusiastic. Her companion's thoughts were not focused on her at all: "What is Wanwan? Are you familiar with Wanda? I think that boy is so powerful, almost as good as Sherlock Holmes! Wow, he is so good at debating. "Handsome!" Lin Mo said angrily, "I already knew him, and he even had dinner at my house!" "You're crazy! Don't stop us from seeing this handsome guy!" Several little girls around Lin Momo were originally readers of "Yunhuang", but now, they clearly have a tendency to become fans of Yang Yi. At this time, the reporters below had already exploded, and they were rushing forward one by one. The female reporter who asked the question at the beginning was still counting on ladies to be given priority, but no one even looked at her and everyone was minding their own business. He stretched his neck and microphone. "Excuse me this gentleman, are you an employee of Siyue Culture?" "Excuse me, this little classmate on the stage, what is your relationship with Siyue Culture, and what is your relationship with Miss Su Wan! And what is your relationship with Siyue Culture?" , how did you discover the paper problem? Are you also a cartoonist? " "" [w w w . .]