Trafford’s Trading Club

Police station.

Yergo is taking a nap - not because he doesn't have a job, of course, but because he's too free.

He stayed up late last night and only wrote a report. He didn't have time to wash his clothes when he came home and went straight to work in yesterday's clothes.

All of a sudden, the door of the office opened suddenly, and Yergoton stood up in shock and stood up unusually straight: “Mr. Victor! I'm not lazy! ”

“Well... I'm not Mr. Victor. ”

Yergo turned around and saw a civilian policewoman with an awkward crack in her mouth.

The policewoman smiled, “Well, Mr. Victor's downstairs in the cafeteria, and he said to let you go. He seemed to be hosting someone and looked serious... well, he was not always very friendly. ”

“Guests?” Yergo stunned, then went out with confusion.

Running down the stairs quickly, he found the cafe, and in the corner, Yergo saw Victor's back. As he walked past, he also saw the so-called 'receptionists’ in the female police.

It's a typical oriental face, black hair, and a black coat... thirties?

This man's eyes suddenly put a strange strain on Yergo.

And then Victor turned around and said to Yergo, "Don't stand up. Sit down. Let me introduce Mr. Yip from Lyon, France. He's going to ask you something very carefully. Just answer honestly later. ”

Speaking of Lyon, France… Yergoton realized something. He looked stunned at Victor and the words, “Mr. Victor, this...”

“Remember the arrest of an Italian drug dealer in Moscow two years ago?” Victor laughed, “That was a joint operation, and that's when I met this guy. ”

“Oh…” Yergo sat down with caution. Although it was a different system, it was essentially a sin extinguishing thing. Yergo quickly adjusted his mind, “Don't know what Mr. Ye wants to ask me? ”

“Then I'll go straight to the point.” Ye Yan smiled... of course he doesn't speak Russian anymore.

Talk only in English.

He was indeed a leaf word, and overnight, he came directly from France to Moscow, and just because of one message from Victor, he made such a move.

“I want to know about that ‘body’ thing.” Ye said positively: “Please, Mr. Yergo, describe to me how the whole thing went. Listen, Mr. Yergo, this is important to me, more important to our headquarters, and I hope you have nothing to lose! ”

Yergo took a subconscious look at Victor… Although Interpol sounds like a very prestigious profession, they don't actually have the authority to request information directly from another police system, do they?

Yergo nodded after seeing Victor give a silent look, "Well, Mr. Ye, you can ask me. ”

“That man, why did he look like this? ”

Yergo recalled: “I remember when he seemed to take a syringe out of his body and stick it in his neck...”

Ye's eyes dazzled, “Are you sure? Is it really an injection? ”

“Hmm.” Yergo nodded. "His body began to expand after that, I'm sure of that. ”

Ye nodded and sighed, but also squinted his eyes, "Finally... I found a little clue about those guys. ”

Yergo… Yergo has been pushy anyway.

……

One question, one scene, after repeatedly asking more than ten times, Ye Yan left as if satisfied.

Said there was something else to do.

Leave Yergo and Victor alone.

Yergo had to hesitate to ask: "Mr. Victor... is it a little...”

“It's not private disclosure.” Victor said calmly: "There's a lot behind this, and it won't be clear for a moment and a half. But later, you'll be able to get in touch. ”

“Ah?”

Victor suddenly took a ticket out of his suit: "Here's your ticket to France tomorrow, and your transfer letter. ”

“Ah? Mr. Victor, I don't quite understand. ”

“The French side has been replenishing people lately, about a month ago. When I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if there were any good guys to recommend. Of course, it was probably just casual, but I did recommend you. ”

“Mr. Victor! ”

“Listen.” Victor said softly: “Don't follow me... I have no future because I don't know where I'm going. I may not be able to walk, but I may be able to keep walking. But anyway, it's okay for you to go outside and practice. Of course, you can refuse not to go. I'm not forcing you to do anything. But if you choose to stay, I will apply for your transfer to the evidence room. ”

This is civilian... disguised demotion.

“I… can I not think about it? I think I need a little time to digest. ”

“Don't take too long. ”

……

……

Yakov returned home after a busy day.

He sat directly on the couch, shouting his wife's name, but for a while there was no response, forcing him to look around.

When his gaze turned to the moment behind him, Yakov jumped up in horror, "You... who are you! ”

“Mr. curator of the museum, you blamed me for stealing paintings, so soon you forgot who I am? ”

The black leather jacket, it's supposed to be a woman, but with the black clown hood, it's invisible.

Yakov frowned: “Are you… are you a real F&C? ”

He retreated quietly as he was on guard.

“If I were you, the best option right now would be to stay put... or else I wouldn't know what's in the room right now. Oh, I'm talking about your wife and what happens to your children. ”

“What do you want to do!” Yakov was shocked and angry.

“Where's the real Unknown Girl? ”

“Unknown Girl"? Well, didn't you send it back to the museum? ”Yakov said coldly.

“After reopening today, I went to see it.” Under the clown's head, Vera laughed. “But I scanned it with some special equipment… you know, your paint, if it's lighted, can make some difference. It took me two days to test the intensity of this light. ”

“I-I don't know what you're talking about!” Yakov turned his head.

“Really?” continued Vera, grinning. “Shall I go to the museum and take a picture of the so-called" Unknown Girl "? I think something interesting is going to happen. Oh, by the way, I also found something interesting in your house, like a document about the use of funds for the renovation of the museum. ”

“You...” Yakov took a deep breath: “No, let's talk. You just want the real painting, but I can tell you, he's not in my hands. Yes... Yefim is trying to blackmail me, I have to do this! I gave it to him when I got it out! So, where exactly is the painting now, I don't know! Although I also suspect that the museum may be fake, I can only pretend not to know. ”

Vera suddenly walked in front of Yakov and said with the thrill of a transducer: “Mr. Curator, you know, I don't have a very good reputation... so I can't even imagine what I'm going to do. ”

“I really don't know! ”

“Really? Your so-called real painting... but why did I end up with a pair of 'made-in-china' when I got my hands on it? ”

“I don't know what you're talking about...”

Vera was too lazy to go on, pressing people directly onto the table, taking out a trail and nailing it to the table -- next to the curator's face at the museum.

“I said, I said! Don't kill me! I told you! ”

Yakov was so shocked at the moment that he hastily said: "The painting... I still have it! Me, I know Yefim is a totally immovable art guy, and he won't think that I dare to unpack the painting before I give it to him... I just spelled one, I really owe a lot of gambling debt, I can only spell this one, you know, this family depends on my income..."

“I'm not interested in hearing about your family business. Where is it painted? ”

“The study… Behind the shelves in the study. ”

Vera caught the man in the study and pushed Yakov off the shelf, where he found a painting wrapped in oil paper.

After Vera's threats, Yakov was able to tear the oil paper apart and remove the contents without complaining.

But when the painting spread out, Yakov gave a strange look, "How could this happen? How did this happen? ”

He smashed the frame right in front of Vera!

Vera was surprised by this guy's behavior... wasn't he trying to destroy the evidence? But the real Girl Doe, he can't take it?

But soon, Vera finally knew why Yakov had that same look of collapse.

Behind this so-called "Unnamed Girl" he dropped his bag back, there was certainly also: made-in-china.

“How could this happen! Where's my painting? Where's my painting? Where's my painting?!! Who stole my painting!!!” Yakov went insane and generally went wild in this study to flip the case upside down.

Vera looked at it for a while and looked at the look of this guy, as if he had been set up too... where is it really painted?

“No clue at all! ”

Sister Vera, embarrassed and helpless, walked out of the window and saw Yakov's wife and children driving back, unconsciously grinning: “I don't even know if my family is at the party today, but I'm ashamed to say it for my family, hey. ”

That's when Vera's phone rang.

“Boss Vera, the identity of the werewolf you saved at the estate... is Ergo, a little agent in Moscow. However, I found out that he seemed to have bought a ticket to France tomorrow. ”

“France?” Vera smiled suddenly. "Vika, thank you for your time. Let's go to France for a vacation. ”

“… Are you sure it was the vacation??!!! ”

“I hear the French male model is very nice. ”

“… is the 3: 00 p.m. plane okay? ”

……

……

Knock on the door.

It rang in front of the office of the vice editor of the magazine, known as the city's most gossipy magazine.

As soon as Ren Ziling heard the knock, she quickly lifted her head from the pillow and wiped her mouth. She saw Pear walking in before turning her white eyes: “It was you, I thought it was the editor-in-chief of the old dirty turtle. ”

Pears walked in pretty hard.

Why is it so hard?

It's like a mass grave, and it's filled with all kinds of residual noodles.

Pear looked at the more messy desk and sighed: “Sister Ren, why do I feel like you haven't been here for a few weeks? Your life is like hell. You don't go home every day after work, and you sleep here? ”

Ren Ziling said, “My clothes haven't been washed in five days. Would you like to help me wash them? ”

“Forget it!” Pear hurried and squeezed his nose with a handshake.

Ren Ziling gave Pear's third finger in order to stretch out his lazy waist: “What is it? Say it! It's okay. Go! I'm going back to sleep! The boss is here. Tell me in advance! ”

“Sister Ren, you have a delivery! ”

“Courier? ”

“Yeah.” Pear nodded. “Looks like a painting, doesn't it? International courier, from Moscow... should have sent a letter from Lochu! ”

“Damn... what are you doing sending me a picture? You can't eat it! ”

“So... did I throw it away? ”

“I threw you first!! ”

……

Ren Ziling opened the package and found it to be an oil painting.

Drinking coffee to refresh any vice editor twisted his neck, it always felt like he hadn't slept at home in the past few days, he was uncomfortable... sleeping at home, waking up every day was refreshing, it turns out that the bed at home is the best way to supplement energy!

After detailing the end of the painting for a while and not getting anything out of it, any Purple Ling wrinkled her nose and put the painting under the wall of the office.

“Unknown Girl"? What a strange name! ”

But think about it. That's probably how it goes, right?

But when she looked at her junkyard office, it always felt like even if she added an oil painting, it didn't improve her personality.

“This is a specialty of the tourist area. What's the big deal?” Ren Ziling shook his head: “Maybe it's 'made-in-china'! ”