A pit bull with yellow fur and large white spots came out of the darkness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Its face is full of folds of flesh, the flesh on both sides of its mouth is drooping, and it sticks out its tongue to lick its nose, looking stupid and cute.

At this moment, this pit bull did not have his usual fierce appearance at all, wagged his tail vigorously, opened his mouth, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Han Xuan put his finger to his mouth and motioned for it not to bark, and the pit bull's tail suddenly shook even faster.

Reaching in and twisting the lock of the iron door, it was already open with a click, but it couldn't be pushed.

Touch it down further, and there's a door tether, no, it's two.

Pulling open the iron door and opening the chain lock, Han Xuan pushed the door and walked in, took off his gloves and squatted in front of the pit bull, rubbing his head with his hands.

I looked left and right, found a plastic bucket containing dog food in the cupboard, poured some and put it in its bowl, pushed the pit bull into the den, and said, "After eating and sleeping, don't bark loudly, do you hear?"

The pit bull just wanted to bark to answer him, but Han Xuan pinched his mouth, lay down silently, and stuck out his tongue to eat the bear biscuits.

As for its old owner, the matter of ordering it to watch the door has long been forgotten by the pit bull.

The bodyguards outside the door were dumbfounded, don't look at the bulldog stupid, in fact, it is a very fierce dog.

Once used as fighting dogs, many prisoners of war were killed in the Colosseum centuries ago, and Westerners like to use them in nursing homes, but I didn't expect them to be so easy to deal with......

Turning on the table lamp and dimming the light, Han Xuan observed the actual size of the interior of this house, wondering if there was any difference between it and the exterior volume.

In order to escape the war, many German residents built secret rooms at home, but this one did not have one, except for the thickness of the wall, the actual size should also be the same.

Gabriel lay on the ground, kept tapping his fingers on the wooden floor, listened to the echo with his ears, did not even let go of the toilet and kitchen, and came to the middle of the night and said, "There is no basement, it is all solid."

Looking at the decoration style here, it hasn't changed for a long time, I almost thought that I came to Germany a few decades ago, how can people now leave TV and telephone?"

"Imagine the old Nazi, it seems that Mr. Connelles-Gurlitt lived the same life as old Nilman......"

Han Xuan saw that on the surface of the wallpaper on the wall, there were several large water stains, and there were some mildew stains on them, and the unpleasant smell in the room was emanating from these moldy places, which meant that the roof was leaking.

A few days ago, I heard from the elder Neerman that he gave Gurlit's father a batch of oil paintings, and the oil paintings were most afraid of damp and bad conditions.

If it is stored in a place with moisture for a long time, it will also produce mold on the surface of the oil painting, just like this wall, and many historical oil paintings have traces of mildew.

Han Xuan was immediately distressed, Connelles Gullit's father was a well-known art dealer, and he would not have been unaware of this.

Turning to the bodyguards, he said, "If I'm not mistaken, those paintings may not be here, and this room is not suitable for storing oil paintings at all." ”

"What then? My God, it won't be in vain, will it?" asked Gabriel in a low voice, after the matter was done, he would have another commission, and the money in hand would fly, how could he not be in a hurry.

Han Xuan pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "It's still unclear, European families have a tradition of keeping diaries, and the origins of many famous paintings are traceable, so he doesn't dare to sell them everywhere."

The thing must still be in Gullit's hands, and more than a thousand paintings may have been hidden by him somewhere. ”

George muttered, "Hey, this old man is so shrewd."

My grandfather fought in World War II, and after the Normandy landings, he snatched a Vacheron Constantin gold pocket watch from a French nobleman.

I haven't covered it yet, but when I sold it, I was chased back by the owner, and my name was engraved on it, so I can't pay it back.

He was able to hide for so long!"

"It's easy to lose.

People like Gurlitt have already regarded painting as a part of their lives, and looking at the environment of his home, it is estimated that he will be a single dog all his life.

In order not to let the secret be leaked, he can't make friends or marry a woman, because no one can trust him, and he and the old Nazi Nilman are exactly the same kind of people. ”

Han Xuan observed this house that was almost identical to the old Nierman's house, with a water glass, a chair, and no photos......

I can't help but sigh that these two people, who are thousands of miles apart, live the same life in different places.

It is indeed a terrible thing to be the enemy of the whole world and be marginalized.

Gabriel thought of something and asked, "What about you, if you keep these things, you won't be like them, right?"

It's better not to have these things, so you don't have to worry about them all day long. ”

Han Xuan rolled his eyes at him, and said in his mouth: "Tens of thousands of people rely on me for food, and I won't do anything too out of the ordinary."

These things are nothing to me, they don't affect me, it's just a fun experience.

Okay, don't waste time, look for clues about those things first. ”

Jason said: "It's not easy to let him speak, do you know what Du Erdu's nickname was when he was a mercenary before, Death Surgeon!"

In his hands, no one could hold back from speaking, not even the top agents, let him talk to the old man for a few minutes, and ask if he had wetted the bed when he was a child. ”

"You've also been a mercenary?"

When Han Xuan heard the strange nickname, his face was disgusted, and he stayed away from Du Erdu.

He knew that these guys had secrets, otherwise the old man would not be so relieved that the people from the former military would be involved in some things that were inconvenient for his own family.

Du Ersil had worked in the Navy SEALs for a period of time before, and Han Xuan only knew this about him, but now he was surprised to learn that he had also been a mercenary.

Compared with the imaginary mercenaries who are not smiling and have a hot temper, the personalities of the two are too different.

"Well, during the Gulf War, when I was saving a colonel, I took the wrong medical report and took the ordinary burns as white phosphorus burns, and had his arm amputated.

Later, I found out that I was still saved, and that damn guy almost shot me, and he was a major general in the Pentagon, and immediately expelled me from the army, and I was not sent to a military court for trial, which is good.

After that, I lost my job, so I took advantage of the abundance of mercenary employment opportunities at that time and wandered around the Middle East for more than a year......"

Du Ersil seemed to be telling a trivial matter, and at the right time, he made a miserable expression of wanting to cry without tears, and said while walking up the stairs.

Han Xuan found that they were skillfully wearing black silk hoods, like a group of bandits, making tactical gestures to each other that they couldn't understand.

I suddenly thought to myself, who are these guys who have been with me for nearly a year...... (To be continued.) )