Chapter 943 The world is wide in an instant
Han Chuanlong noticed her look and raised his eyebrows. He took pictures of the flying seagulls in a hurry, then slowly turned around and showed off the necklace on his chest.
Pu Si Qinglan's eyes instantly brightened.
"If I read correctly, this is also..."
"Well, you admitted that right." Samkawa Ryu looked over her shoulder and met Tang Ze who was whispering with the detectives in the corridor. He shrugged and took off the necklace with the ring from around his neck. He handed it to Pu Si Qinglan, who is indeed an expert in this matter. ”
Pu Siqinglan was stunned by his casual gesture, but the movement of taking the thing in her hand was very honest.
She carefully wiped the surface of the silver ring a few times, carefully inspected it under the setting sun, then turned it over, turned the ring little by little, and read the words engraved on the inside clearly.
"Indeed, this is something that belongs to Nicholas II's third daughter, Maria... You actually have such an inventory..."
"Are you interested?" Han Chuanlong seemed impatient to hear her next compliment and asked directly, "If you are interested, I can resell this to you cheaply."
"Huh?" Pu Siqinglan raised her head blankly, "You want to change hands?"
Based on the character of Han Chuanlong she had seen before, he was a young man who loved to show off. He collected these things not so much for fun, but more for show, and to sell them for a price.
It is extremely abnormal to hang such a valuable collection around your neck and touch it with your camera. It should be brought out to show off. Such a straightforward tone is simply abnormal,
"Yes." Han Chuanlong nodded lightly, "I'm going to clear out the things in my hands. I'm not a professional cultural relic dealer. Rather than holding the treasure in my hands, I still prefer to record its light, shadow and beauty. . Sharing the world I see with my eyes is my original intention in this industry.”
"Oh, oh..." Pu Siqinglan looked down at the silver ring in her hand, and for a moment she didn't know what to answer.
Whether it's Han Chuanlong or a go-getter, she actually looks down upon these guys who are participating in the competition for the egg of memories.
It is not a disdain for their financial resources or personal abilities, but mainly for their purpose of obtaining treasures.
From the bottom of her heart, Scobin regarded herself as the legitimate heir to the legacy of the Romanov dynasty, so she was jealous and even disdainful of these guys who pursued cultural relics for money or worldly fame and fortune. Sometimes, when she encountered When it comes to people who have especially large collections, she may even feel a little resentful of having things taken away from her.
Her previous judgment of Han Chuanlong was within this range, but when she suddenly heard his remarks, it was inevitable that she would not be able to recover.
"The change is a bit too big, isn't it?" Han Chuanlong seemed to notice her confusion, and shrugged with a smile, "I don't know how to explain it, maybe people are like this sometimes. Yesterday, standing on When it was dark in the exhibition hall, I was imagining what the Egg of Memory would look like, imagining how to obtain it, and place it in the center of the collection room. Suddenly, I noticed the darkness around me..."
As he spoke, he slowly turned around and continued to look at the sunset that was slowly setting outside the horizon, and his voice became a little unreal.
"The splendid exhibition hall has lost its lights and electricity, those treasures with their own origins, those undercurrents of communication, and all the man-made splendor have disappeared. Only the high-hanging moon quietly overlooks the earth... I Suddenly, I felt that there was no point in chasing a treasure that I was not that interested in just waving my money. It’s not about treasure hunting or being a collector, I just want to be a photographer and record the ups and downs of the treasures and the people and things surrounding them. I just heard too much praise about them on the way. So gradually I was influenced by that atmosphere, and my thoughts changed. Actually, this is quite boring.”
Touching the camera in his hand, a soft and cheerful smile suddenly appeared on his face that always looked a bit mean due to his slickness.
"Wow, that sounds quite romantic." Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting on the side, covered her mouth and whispered.
"Maybe this is really the artist's idea." Mao Lilan was also a little surprised, touched her fingertips and made a clapping gesture, "It sounds awesome. Mr. Hanchuan will become an excellent photographer."
"I accept your good advice." Han Chuanlong turned his head and smiled freely at Mao Lilan.
"Then if you become a great photographer, you must remember that this is the insight you gained in the Suzuki family art museum." When I heard it, Suzuki Sonoko did not pretend to be pretentious, and expressed it openly with her hands on her hips.
"Okay, I will remember to save these words for when I win the Pulitzer Prize." Samkawa Ryu waved to her coolly.
"So, you came with us for nothing, another egg that has not yet appeared..." Natsumi Kasaka tilted her head.
"I'm more interested in the journey itself. With so many detectives and collectors gathering together to find the secrets of the past left over from the war years, what a fascinating treasure hunt it is." Han Chuanlong smiled.
"Wow..."
Everyone's focus was successfully diverted away by Han Chuanlong who suddenly realized the Tao. Only Pu Siqinglan, who was still holding the ring in her hand, stood there blankly, unable to speak.
"So, little girl, are you going to buy it or not?" Gan Jiangyi, who had been watching eagerly for a long time, couldn't hold it in any longer. He walked up a few steps, took out the horse hoof mirror from his arms, and held it in her palm. He went up to observe and said, "If you don't plan to buy it, put it down and let me take a closer look. This guy has a lot of good things in stock. If you can get them cheaply..."
He didn't bother to care about why Hanchuanlong was so crazy.
Whether he really thought about it or just said empty words in a pretentious manner, it has nothing to do with him. He is not an expert and scholar who loves treasures, he is just a businessman.
Now that he heard that there was an opportunity to pick up the leak, he was completely focused on how to find out the true inventory and psychological price of Hanchuanlong, and did not care about whether his behavior was rude or not.
After regaining consciousness, Pu Si Qinglan lowered her head and saw Gan Jiangyi carefully observing the palm of her hand with a horse hoof mirror, and her expression immediately changed.
It wasn't his desire for the ring, but the very act of him looking at her palm that set off her inner sirens.
As a well-trained killer, the thing Pu Siqinglan has come into contact with the most is guns.
Although she has tried her best to avoid revealing the relevant features after completing her studies, and often wears gloves with her clothes to cover the calluses on her hands, but because she pretends to be Chinese, she always wears a short-sleeved cheongsam these days. She couldn't wear any particularly suitable gloves, so at this moment, her right hand, which was spread upward, was quite honestly exposed.
If Gan Jiangyi was not an antiquities dealer, but a policeman or detective, perhaps the abnormality in her hands would have been exposed just as she was so close.
"I really don't plan to take over for the time being." Thinking of this, Pu Siqinglan immediately turned his palm and handed the ring directly to Gan Jiangyi's hand, "I still want the egg of memories more now, and I can't tell the difference at the moment. That's a lot of money... That's 800 million, enough to empty out my savings..."
As soon as the officer took the ring, he weighed it a few times, glanced at her lightly and chuckled.
"Little girl, if you are really short of money, don't come here to get the idea of these things. Eight hundred million? What if the egg of memory really exists and is designed in pairs, or it itself guides the last egg The hiding place, let alone 800 million, can’t be stopped even if it is doubled. If you back down now, I advise you to give up as soon as possible.”
Pu Siqinglan's lowered palm curled up and she couldn't help but stare. The bloodshot blood in her right eye has not completely dissipated, and the white of her eye has been filled with blood vessels and turned into another color. When she stares so coldly, there is an indescribable smell in it.
Even Gan Jiangyi, an old man in the world, instinctively wanted to take half a step back when she glared at him like this.
Fortunately, Pu Siqinglan quickly controlled her emotions, withdrew her gaze, pretended to be offended by his words, raised her chin high in displeasure, and walked toward the cabin.
Tang Ze and the others who witnessed the entire process watched silently as she walked back to the cabin with heavy steps.
"Everyone says that you are a person with strong intuition. How do you feel when you see this scene?" When Ushi Qinglan's figure was completely invisible, Karasawa turned around and asked Hattori Heiji.
Pu Si Qinglan had murderous intentions several times during this journey, and the essential purpose of killing her was that she was not well hidden and was exposed.
Pu Siqinglan is a professional killer, but he is not a professional agent.
Her years of "work experience" have made her better at disguise. Whether it is the identity of a foreigner or more details, she has worked hard to hide it. From a layman's perspective, she has done a good enough job.
But some things are prone to mistakes without systematic training and high-pressure environment.
In particular, Scobin's original purpose of becoming a killer, although not entirely "enjoyment", is essentially selfish and self-interested, including a sense of ritual and mission, and it also serves his own desires.
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It is difficult for such a person to hide details in her behavior, and it is impossible for her to abandon all her personal pleasures and desires just to disguise herself, including the photos of Rasputin she carries with her, including her uncontrollable desire for treasures. ……
And most of the time, when faced with these flaws, her only choice is to kill.
As long as the person discovered is killed, it means that he has not been exposed. It is because of this viciousness that Scobin has been able to escape arrest so far.
Once the detectives pay careful attention to her details, it will be a matter of time before they discover her clues.
"This woman has a big problem." Hattori Heiji said in a deep voice.
"First of all, she is definitely not Chinese." Conan said in a very confident tone, "She doesn't even look like an Asian. Although I don't know any Chinese, she looks so different."
"Although she can speak Chinese and speaks decently, the way she talks about China does not sound like she is describing her hometown." Hattori Heiji added.
"The Suzuki family's art museum not only has things from Tsarist Russia, but also has some from all over the world, but she has no reaction to those things."
"Yes, no matter how you think about it, if it is not for the purpose of hyping the value and then changing hands again in the secondary market, why on earth would a Chinese care about Russian things?"
"Well, her Chinese characters are not as good as those of Karasawa."
"Indeed. Her reaction just now was wrong. Did you see that look in her eyes?"
"As a detective, it seems that I shouldn't be so arbitrary, but I have to say, those are the eyes of a criminal..."
With Tang Ze at the beginning, the two of them talked more and more smoothly, and they were about to convict Pu Siqinglan directly.
"Ahem..."
When their conversation was in full swing, a slightly deliberate cough interrupted their overly heated discussion.
They turned around at the same time and saw the face of Baima Tan, who was holding a pocket watch and telling the time.
"Hurry up and let's talk it over." Detective Bai Ma closed the watch cover and said bluntly, "She might be Scobin. What do you two think?"
When the detectives on the deck were discussing the climax of the story, several people wearing masks and dressed as staff were walking around the cabin, completely blending in with the people who were cleaning up the restaurant and preparing dinner.
After carefully observing the photos on the table for a while, Hagihara Kenji waited until Matsuda Jinpei exited the bathroom, made an OK gesture, and then quietly left the guest room with him and closed the door behind him.
"This is the power of changing your heart."
It wasn't until they left the corridor and they were alone that Hagihara Kenji slightly adjusted the brim of his hat and exposed his eyes.
Matsuda Jinpei adjusted his headphones, listening to the sound of Samkawa Ryu chatting about his past shooting experiences, sitting between Maori and his daughter, and nodded.
"It's like a different person, right? It was hard for me to imagine that he could have such a level of power at first."
"It doesn't seem like it's a different person." Hagiwara Kenji took off the mask on his face and sighed, "From what he meant, he just gave up the desire to be tempted by fame and fortune, and rediscovered the way he started doing this. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s a bit scary to think that all our hard work over the years has been wiped out.”
"Why, do you think that, no matter good or bad, it is the path he chose after all?"
"Well..."
Matsuda Jinpei raised his hand and patted his friend's shoulder.
He had similar doubts at the beginning, but after seeing Tang Ze's progress now, he almost no longer had such doubts.
"If he hadn't changed his mind, he would definitely show off the treasure he carried with him, and then he might be targeted by Scobin and become the next victim of a gunshot... We took away his desire, and he saved a life , isn’t it? Tangze never does business that makes people lose money, you can rest assured about this.”
(End of chapter)