From the airport to the city, it was about a forty-minute drive, and Lin Han personally drove a few kilometers away, when Li Nannan, who was sitting in the back, suddenly knocked on the car door and shouted: "Stop, stop." ”

With a squeak, Lin Han stepped on the brakes directly, turned around and asked angrily, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm getting out of the car."

Li Nannan said to the bald head who turned around and sneered at him: "I don't like to be stared at all the time, if you can let your lackey not look back, then I will promise you to send me to the city." ”

"Boy, you're so crazy, looking for death?"

From the moment Li Nannan got into the car, he was bald and endured, but now he couldn't help it, he knelt up from the seat suddenly, and raised his hand to catch him.

"Hadron, stop!"

Lin Han snorted.

As if he couldn't hear it, Qiangzi continued to reach out and grab Li Nannan, who was hiding by the car door inside.

"Do you still want to work in Chengda Group?"

Lin Han raised his hand, pushed the strong son on the seat, and scolded: "Can you grow your brains a little longer, you guard tonight - hmph, I'll teach you a lesson later." ”

After hearing Lin Han say this, the strong son who gritted his teeth immediately deflated like a deflated ball.

He had the courage not to listen to his cousin's words, but when he thought of the cold and arrogant Mr. Li, his heart trembled.

After stopping the strong son from going crazy, Lin Han said coldly to Li Nannan: "Get out." ”

If it weren't for the sake of the heirloom, with your rolling word, Lao Tzu would have to knock out your mouth full of teeth-Li Nannan pouted, pushed the door and jumped out of the car.

As soon as he closed the car door, Lin Han started the car and roared away.

Mr. Li only let Li Nannan bail out, but he didn't say that he had to take him back to the city, just now he was wondering if to throw him in the middle of the road, he himself couldn't stand Qiangzi and offered to get out of the car, which was exactly what Lin Han meant, and let him get out.

At this time, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and the road under the orange street lamps seemed particularly empty, but there were occasional cars passing by, most of them vans and the like, which were rushing to the city at dawn to transport things, or to send them out.

A hotel is open 24 hours a day, and you can see from afar that there is no human hair in front of the hall door, and the security guard is also looking for a place to lazy cats.

As for the barbecue stand in front of the hotel parking lot, it has long been removed and cleaned up.

Looking back, there was not even a figure in the emptiness, which made Li Nannan feel like a lonely ghost.

The wind blew, and the leaves of the French plane trees on the side of the road swayed violently, and the mottled lights sprinkled on Li Nannan's face, which looked particularly weird and gloomy.

He wanted to scold his mother.

Jumping on the feet of the scolding mother!

The heirloom he hid in a lamppost was gone.

Is there any guy who has enough to eat and has nothing to do, and will pay attention to the inside of the streetlight pole, hiding something?

For the sake of this heirloom, Li Nannan racked his brains to get rid of those stalkers on his way back, and he did not hesitate to automatically find an opportunity to cooperate with the police to be taken back to the police station, sacrificing his little brother to peek at the fake little police flower-

paid such a big price, but in the end, it was a bamboo basket for nothing.

Who's in lie, who isn't angry?

But no matter how angry you are, what can you do?

The lamp pole could not speak, and could not tell Li Nannan who had taken his family heirloom, so he could only make two buzzing noises when he kicked him twice to protest against the injustice.

It won't be the crowd of diners, the stall owners, or the passers-by.

Li Nannan is sure of this.

If it was really one of them who took his family heirloom, the imposter would have known about it.

After Li Nannan was taken away, he would definitely leave someone in plainclothes with rhinitis and continue to monitor the scene until the news came from the police station, and he would not leave.

The person who takes the heirloom is quite bullish, otherwise he must not take things under the supervision of the dark line.

"Who is it?"

Li Nannan looked up at the light and muttered.

Of course, the light doesn't speak, it just shines on the antique scroll.

Jing Hongming slowly opened the scroll and laid it flat on the desk.

On the other side of the case, it is Xie Qingqing.

After seeing the woman on the scroll, Lao Xie's eyes jumped a few times, and he threw half of the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

If it weren't for Xie Qingqing's visit, even if the first deputy bureau of the Supreme Security Bureau came to the house, he would have to change into slippers, and Hugh said that he was throwing cigarette butts, even if he spoke excitedly and spewed saliva - he would be disgusted by Mrs. Jing Hong.

Mrs. Jing Hong has an unusual cleanliness habit, many people think so.

But if they see that Mrs. Jing Hong, who was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with mud soles, not only did not change her slippers, but also littered cigarette butts, and sat next to her to make tea for them, but her eyebrows did not wrinkle in the slightest, they would know that she had no habit of cleanliness.

People who can be so unscrupulous in Jing Hong's family are just a few people who are grateful for their feelings.

As for the juniors of Lao Xie and others, if they dare to learn from them, it is purely an itchy butt.

"Is there a magnifying glass?"

Xie Qingshu pressed his hands on the desk and asked without looking back.

Mrs. Jing Hong immediately put down the teacup, walked quickly to the cupboard, opened the drawer and took out a magnifying glass.

"The magnifying glass is not very useful. With the naked eye alone, you can see that these patterns on the incense burner are very strange and may be hiding some information. ”

When Xie Qingshu was lying on the scroll, his chin touched and looked at it almost several times, and he didn't see anything else, Jing Hongming shook his head and said.

Xie Qingshu didn't speak, and still handed the magnifying glass back without looking back, as if he knew that Lady Jing Hong would catch it.

How much weight can a scroll that is only about ten centimeters wide and about half a meter long?

But when Xie Qingshu picked it up, the raised green tendons on the back of his hand were very clear under the light.

He held the scroll flat in both hands, tilting slowly from side to side towards the light.

Using the light to see the secrets that may be hidden in the portrait is really nothing to Xie Qingshu and the two of them.

Jing Hongming narrowed his eyes slightly, held his breath, and stared at the portrait.

The ancient maid on the portrait has not changed in the slightest, and is still carrying a flower hoe, like Lin Daiyu.

After a full five minutes, Xie Qingsheng put down the scroll and looked at Jing Hongming, and the two shook their heads together.

There are no secrets in the scroll, except that it is old enough and the pattern on the incense burner is very strange.

To put it simply, this is an ancient painting that costs about $500,000.

But if it was just an ancient painting, how could Li Nannan rack his brains to hide it by his side?

is the so-called knowing son Mo Ruo's father-

Xie Qingshu is not Li Nannan's father, but he is barely half a father, and he knows very well that if this guy does not see a certain great value from the scroll, he will never disdain to "fight wits and courage" with the Americans and MI13 for half a million US dollars.

I had already called Jing Hongming and took this scroll as a transaction item to "atone for my sins", and took the initiative to offer treasures.

What's more, if it's just an ancient painting, why do the people of MI13 pay such a big price to get it?

Why did the Americans go out to pursue it in a big way like their wives were stolen?

Jing Hongming didn't know these two whys, mainly because of his duties.

But he would never go to MI13 to ask what was going on, he was still very well-behaved, since there was a case over there, he would not meddle indiscriminately - if this matter did not involve Li Nannan, there was really nothing to do, and it was worth them to be thieves.

At first, they wanted to contact Li Nannan and ask that guy to confess what secrets were in this scroll.

After thinking about it, I can't do it.

If Li Nannan knew that they had taken something, no matter how unhappy he was, he wouldn't dare to open his mouth to ask for it, this is for sure.

It is also certain that after learning that the things were taken away by them, Li Nannan will no longer be in a hurry.

According to the IQ of those people in MI13, they could immediately deduce that they had taken the things, and they would give up investigating Li Nannan thoroughly, come to the door and take Jing Hongming's hand, and said well, why do you want to meddle in this case.

Therefore, Lao Xie and the others would not let anyone know that they had taken the scroll.

"What should I do?"

After Jing Hongming rolled up the scroll and put it in a box, Lao Xie asked.

Jing Hongming asked rhetorically, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'll bring back eight hundred."

"Okay."

"Let's go now."

"Okay."

Jing Hongming didn't say much, nodded and immediately picked up the microphone and began to arrange the car.

Woo!

When the wheels drove through a small puddle of water, there was a high splash, and Lao Song, who was driving a box of goods to deliver food to a hospital canteen, blew a small song and casually glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car window.

When the splash fell, Lao Song was about to move his gaze back, but his heart trembled violently.

He saw a foot.

One foot drooped off the top of the car, swinging with the inertia of the car.

"Damn, how can there be a foot in my car?"

Suddenly, the frightened old Song roared in his heart, raised his foot and stomped on the brakes.

The box of goods with a speed of more than 80 per hour, after the sudden emergency braking, the suddenly stopped tires and the ground, rubbing rapidly, emitting a piercing scream.

"Your sister, can't you say a word to Lao Tzu before you brake?"

Li Nannan lay flat on the roof of the box truck, just fell asleep for a short time, suddenly felt his body fluttering briskly, immediately realized what was going on, and hurriedly reached out to grab the carriage, the big inertia generated when the car suddenly stopped, so that his whole person was like a kite out of control, floating forward quickly.

Rubbing the reflector on the left side of the box, the horn fell to the ground with a click, and after rolling a few times in succession, it didn't move.

Anyone who sees someone like a kite, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air - slamming on the ground, two rolls and no longer moving, will also be scared half to death.

This is really a disaster from the sky.

Lao Song has been kind all his life, and he has never bullied the old and disabled, at most, he is hiding from the yellow-faced woman at home, and raising a lazy female college student in outsourcing, how can he get into such a catastrophe?

There is no need to get out of the car to see it, Lao Song also knows that the person below has already hung up.

It is simply intolerable to fall down at such a fast speed and not hang up.

Escape?

No one saw it anyway.

As I recall, there didn't seem to be any surveillance heads here.

Lao Song swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, and his eyes were gurgling.

But if he escaped, wouldn't it kill him if the goods on the ground could still be saved?

A few hundred meters further forward, there is Jinghua Hospital, with the relationship between Lao Song and Director Liu of Logistics, it is no problem to quickly arrange for doctors to rescue this goods.

To escape, or not to escape?

Or run away, anyway-Old Song just thought of this, and the goods that were hung up suddenly rolled and rolled under his tires.