Otherworldly Merchant

Chapter 2,012: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

They flipped and picked up a few things, and there was a roar on the top of their heads, and it collapsed. At the time, they thought that the construction site above was under way, collapsed the ancient tomb, were afraid to be buried alive, and hurriedly retreated.

But that night, his uncle died, and he died unusually, freezing all over his body!

He thought it was strange and afraid that he would suffer the same kind of retribution. Then he went to Zhang Wujin and asked what was going on. By the way, he also studied how much the stolen items might sell.

The two of them drank and chatted, and suddenly Zhang Wujing pounded down and turned into ice cubes.

Fearing that this matter would be revealed and involved in their theft of the ancient tomb, he hurried to find a way to bury his uncle on the one hand, and sealed him on the other, deeply afraid that his uncle would blame him and turn into a ghost to harm him; on the other hand, he returned to Zhang Jia Cun again, pretending to let others discover Zhang Wujin had died first, so that he could quickly cremate and destroy the remains.

But I didn't expect to find anything suspicious from Zhang Wujin's body so quickly, so little detail, and traced it all the way to find the whole truth!

Zhao honestly told the original story of the whole incident again, but we've learned all about it, there's nothing new.

Captain Huang turned around and looked at me. At first sight, I had nothing more to ask. The interrogation ended in a hurry.

As soon as he left, Captain Huang was called by a policewoman.

What did the policewoman say in his ear? Captain Huang changed his color and said to me: “Master Zhang, you two wait a moment, something new has happened! I'll be right there. ”

After that, he had us taken to the reception room and rushed upstairs with the policewoman.

There was no one in the reception room but us, empty and cold.

Li Mazi shook the teacup, it was also empty, and some complained: "I helped them with such a big favor, I didn't even have a mouthful of tea!” He lifted his leg on the coffee table and snored with his eyes closed.

I lit a cigarette and was still thinking about it.

I can see that Zhao honestly, although he has a lot of nerve, is just an ordinary person, there is no evil trick at all.

His second uncle, Zhang Wujin, and those armed police and the Bureau of Antiquities transporting cultural relics were equally miserable, but why is he all right?

No, it's not!

I must have missed something.

But where is the negligence?

Got it, it's Ma Han Xian!

Of all the people involved in the grave robbery, only Ma Hanxian was not with them.

But from all the traces of this guy, it's not easy!

Rumor has it, this guy had a major illness. On his way to see a doctor, he met a madman and shook a horse. Afterwards, the horse stepped on his leg and woke up again. Then the exit was sealed and the gossip broke like a god.

And I personally opened the coffin and checked it out, and this guy just died a few days ago, and the body turned white.

From this point of view alone, there is no ordinary person!

Is he the one behind the whole thing?

Boom!

I was thinking, and suddenly a sound broke my mind.

Turning around, it was Li Mazi who flipped over and threw the teapot over the floor.

Bang, the door opened.

He rushed in three or four policemen, holding a pistol in his hand, and looked at us in panic.

“As for?” Li Mazi rubbed his eyes and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why don't you just break a cup and be so nervous? ”

“Excuse me, two masters.” The lead cop laughed at both of us: “The two days were so bizarre that we were really nervous, and some of it didn't slow down. So... I won't bother you.” Then he swept the teacup that was crushed to the ground and told the police next to him: “Hurry up and change the pots for the two masters. ”

I saw them all back out and shut the door again. I strangled the cigarette butt and asked Li Mazi: “Mazi, is it possible that this Zhao honesty is the descendant of the Yin Spirit? ”

Li Mazi touched his head and said: "I said Zhang Jia Xiao, are you stupid or something? Zhao's name is Zhao, what's the Yin Ling's last name? Besides, even if he is truly a descendant of the spirits, his uncle will not..."

He said half of the time, and suddenly he saw something wrong with my divine color, and he was standing up quietly.

Li Mazi wanted to stop and ask me what was wrong, but when he saw me even prompted him to go on, he could only say: “I don't think the posterity is very reliable, but Zhao Honest should carry something on his body to make the Yin spirits dare not do it...”

Boom!

By then, I had walked to the door and pulled the door open.

There was a policewoman at the door who didn't stand steady and rushed in.

If I hadn't held her hand, she'd have fallen to the ground and eaten a dog right away!

“Master, tea.” The policewoman was a little embarrassed and even laughed in awe, putting the teapot on the table and turning away.

“The rules of your criminal police force are huge. Do you need so many people for a cup of tea?” I said with a cold face.

But there were six or seven policemen standing on both sides of the door, all wearing bulletproof vests, holding guns in their hands, and the few behind them held miniature assault rifles, and their subconscious heads pointed at me and Li Mazi.

“What are you doing?” Li Mazi was on fire as soon as she saw him. He stood up from the sofa and shouted at the door. “I've been working so hard to help you all through the night, so I can do this? Fuck you, criminal squad. Get out of my way, I'm out of here.” When you're done, go outside.

“Gentlemen, take it easy!” There was a bright sound in the hallway.

The gunpoint was still pointed at me and Li Mazi, and the formation was slightly on both sides, walking out of the middle of the small one.

This man is not tall, nor old, but he is like me up and down, no matter the looks and temperament is no different from ordinary people, it's just that the police rank on the shoulder is a little scary, he is actually a deputy chief police officer. In police order, it's half way bigger than the chief of public security of a municipality directly under the Central Government!

Behind him, he followed a dozen soldiers with live ammunition.

They all wore camouflage clothes, helmets on their heads, and the cufflinks on their arms read: 'Central Military Region. ’

Obviously, this is an ad hoc military task force.

Who the hell is this? How dare you have so much energy?

Captain Huang followed these people and looked at me with embarrassment and embarrassment, and didn't even dare look at me.

I glanced at him cold and reached for the cigarette.

As soon as my hand reached into my arms, three red lines, instantly coming in through the window, dead locking my brow heart wrist and chest.

It's a far infrared sniper rifle!

“There are some questions I'd like to check with you two individually. Do you mind? ”

The little senior officer stood five or six meters in front of me and smiled. He asked politely.

“Mind.” I looked him in the eye and said, “But does it work? ”