Wei Youji seemed to be able to kill those guys who were against Tang Zhangwei, which was really a little less honor.

In Wei Youji's view, as long as he is against Tang Zhangwei, he is all scum, and all of them should be wiped out.

These people were indeed wiped out by Wei Youji and Bai Cunxiao under the planning of that Tang Zhangwei.

Wei Zhuang and Princess Suining, the support forces sent by them have also rushed over, and the support of their people is a great help to that capable team.

They rescued the Pan Magpie, and after seeing his own people, Pan Magpie cried, he did not have the slightest temperament of a big brother at this time.

Wei Youji and Bai Cunxiao mobilized a lot of people and continued to slash and kill Tang Zhaozong's subordinates, and Tang Zhangwei was very satisfied.

。 The date and weather are written in the top box of each page, and each day is exactly one page. Zhou Junshi must have been a rigorous and serious person before his death.

The latest page says July 14th, which is yesterday. The paper was still blank, and the owner was no longer there, so the diary was forever frozen in the early hours of that day, a scene that made people look embarrassed.

Shen Ye stretched out his slender fingers and flipped forward. On July 13, they found the following text: "Today the museum called and said that someone would be sent to see it on Friday. The old man has been with him for a long time, and he suddenly gave it up, quite reluctantly; However, this thing is deeply guilty and has a wide range of implications, how can it abolish justice with a single thought of personal affection and abstain from it. ”

After reading this article, the two couldn't help but look at each other. It seems that Zhou Junshi does have cultural relics in his hands, and it can be seen between the lines that this thing seems to hide something that makes him feel guilty, so he wants to donate it. But Zhou Junshi neither mentioned what such a thing was, nor did he say that it Xiao Lixun looked at the clock on the wall, thinking that this time he was afraid that he would return empty-handed: Zhou Junshi's young wife seemed to know nothing; Looking through Zhou Junshi's diary may be rewarding, but this old gentleman is estimated to have been writing for more than ten years or even decades, and looking for clues in this vast record is similar to looking for a needle in a haystack to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.

"Let's stop here first...... Go back and tell Director He the truth, and it is estimated that this matter will be over. ”

Xiao Lixun thought of this, and wanted to leave. He turned his head, the faint fragrance of Shen Ye's body still faintly lingering in his nose, and her silhouette had the same calm temperament as her expression, almost transcendent.

When other girls are still enjoying their lively youth, Shen Ye is already a surviving person. Xiao Lixun couldn't help but ask, why such a beautiful girl who was in the prime of her life was willing to marry the old man in his last years.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to ask the abrupt question, the sound of a pleasant doorbell suddenly sounded outside the door. Shen Ye only then woke up from her gaze at her husband. She said to Xiao Lixun: "Lose your company." Then he got up and went to open the door.

Xiao Lixun sat in the living room by himself when he heard Shen Ye open the safety chain and twist the doorknob. The door squeaked open, and a loud voice suddenly jumped in from outside: "Hello, may I ask if Mr. Zhou Junshi lives here?" ”

The sound decibel is particularly high and very stiff, and from the pronunciation, it is obvious that the tone of Europeans and Americans speaking Chinese. Xiao Lixun looked out of the door curiously, and he saw a foreigner with black hair, a high nose, and blue eyes standing at the door, holding the door frame with his right hand, and his left hand crossed on his waist, looking at Shen Ye with a vibrant expression.

The foreigner noticed Xiao Lixun, immediately changed his posture, raised his right hand and waved it, and then said loudly in stiff Chinese:

"Hello Mr. Zhou, my name is Luo Shang, Luo of Rome, and Shang of Monk."

Located two hundred and thirty kilometres south of Paris, the town of Avignon has been covered with a veil of tranquility while Paris is still steeped in the nightlife. Moonlight pours down from the clouds, dissolving this theatrical town into the scent of lavender fields, leaving all its inhabitants to sleep with ancient memories.

The only one still lit is the Museo de Saint-Cyril on the east side of the town, which is a museum about religion and is known for its large collection of ecclesiastical documents and letters. The museum is divided into three floors, the first and second floors exhibit artifacts, and the third floor is the residence of the museum's owner, Mr. Patrick Larquis, in Avel.

At this time, Laques was laboriously operating the computer in front of him, which was not easy for an eighty-one-year-old man. He was surrounded by all sorts of papers and books, antiques that should have been spent in the glass windows, but now they were scattered on the huge desk, where they were. Shen Ye flipped a few pages forward, but he didn't mention it again. Scene, are these documents that you have placed randomly in the middle of the world really ancient texts worth millions of pounds? ”

"I assure you, I'm afraid that only this computer in this room was born after 1945." Larques smiled heartily and then asked, "What to drink?" ”

"No more, thank you." Winston sat down on the couch and folded his hands on his thighs, "My friend, what is it that you summoned me in such a hurry?" ”

Laques's expression suddenly became serious, and he walked to the door, carefully fastened the lock, and then returned to his desk, pulling a few pages from a black-skinned binder.

"First of all, I want to state that this is a very significant matter and I don't want to leak it until I get a clear conclusion. So our meeting was in secret, and even my butler in Avignon didn't know about it, and no one knew that you had been there. ”

"I see." Winston's expression didn't change in the slightest, like the stiff oak bark of winter—like most London gentlemen.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and it was pitch black outside the window, and even the stars could not be seen. Lárques first handed Winston a color photograph of a close-up of a gilded bee-patterned silver sachet, which was so clear that even the subtle patterns carved on the gold wings could be seen.

"If you look closely, I've drawn a red circle."

Winston followed Laquez's instructions, and he immediately noticed something different. The Englishman pinched the photo, his cheekbone muscles trembled slightly, and he forgot to blink his eyes. After a while, Winston slowly exhaled a breath from his lips, as if the shock had forced him to breathe.

Raques looked pleased with his reaction.

"This was found in an exhibition of Tang Dynasty artifacts in China?" Winston asked, his icy exterior beginning to loosen, as if magma was about to burst out of a crack in the ice.

(End of chapter)