At the door of the treasure room, Duchamp asked in a low voice, "Can it be opened?" ”

"Small problem, help me keep an eye on people, I need two minutes." Ah Jiu looked at the intricate cross lock and took out a string of tools.

It was two minutes, but Duchamp felt like a long time had passed. He listened to the constant rustling of the string of tools against metal, and was lamenting good luck, when it occurred to him that his master was doing this, and that the servants and bodyguards were of course hiding underneath. He laughed inwardly, thinking that he was so talented.

Click, the lock on the room was finally opened.

Ah Jiu signaled to Duchamp not to enter first, and cautiously hidden, and touched the room, and the first thing she saw was that there was a probe on the ceiling in the center of the room.

She took a black hood from her pocket, put it on, and motioned for Duchamp to come in.

Duchamp looked at the direction and saw that the thing was still inside.

He raised his hand and tapped at the door of the inner room.

It didn't last long before the thick metal door was pushed open, and Ah Jiu sneakily touched in, almost giving a cheer.

The Speaker's ancestors must have liked to collect famous paintings, this castle, there are real calligraphy and paintings everywhere, just now in the corridor, she almost wanted to roll away a few, but compared to the collection in this room, the outside is nothing.

There is no surveillance. She rushed towards Bogujia, and Duchamp grabbed her and glared at her fiercely.

"Isn't it ray surveillance, I know." Ah Jiu Wan'er smiled, the color of his eyes slowly darkened, and then, the world in front of him became different.

"Which one do you want?"

Duchamp looked at it again, pointing to the safe in the deepest part of the room.

"What a hassle!" Ah Jiu muttered under his breath, but in fact began to deal with the safe with great interest.

This safe seems to be a little old, and it still uses the traditional four-digit turntable password system, which is not too much of a hassle for someone like her, who has an exceptionally sensitive sense and hearing.

She has always prided herself on being a self-disciplined person, and she generally does not take action until she has to, but that does not mean that she will be less fond of opening the safe. In every safe, there is a surprise.

There are three floors in this safe, and the first floor holds some title deeds and documents. On the second floor is a hammer-like thing. When he saw the third floor, Ah Jiu's eyes lit up, and there were several jewelry boxes inside.

Duchamp had unconsciously touched his side and whispered, "It's the hammer." ”

Ah Jiu carefully inspected the hammer, and sure enough, he found a difference, this hammer is made of delicate material, densely covered with complex patterns, and it seems to be very old. She glanced under the hammer and frowned.

"There's a weighing mechanism underneath the thing, look for anything in the room that weighs as much as this hammer."

Duchamp couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect the speaker's safe to be so complicated. His first instinct was to run across the hallway and try to ask the Speaker.

"However, for Miss Ben, this is not a problem, but it will cost more!"

"The money is good, I'm ready, get the things first."

Ah Jiu stretched out two fingers, sensed the material of the thing, and looked around the room, already having a score.

Most of the things in the room are valuable, and there are only a few items that are not valuable.

She confidently walked over to the Bogu shelf, took an ancient book with a silver-covered cover from an inconspicuous position, and placed the thick book on an empty table next to the locker. When she was done, she picked up the object, something that looked like a hammer, and the alarm didn't go off.

"Hmph, there's nothing in this world that I can't see through the eldest lady." Satisfied, she picked up the delicate little hammer, handed it to Duchamp, and whispered, "I can take the rest of the things." ”

Duchamp was so frightened that he was sweating: "You took the things away, will the surveillance sound?" ”

"It doesn't matter, just run fast, I've already noticed just now, there is a place on the third floor that is especially suitable for jumping."

"Hey, you can't be serious, are you, if the other party cuts off the trestle, are you going to swim back? Listen, let's go back quietly like this, and no one will find out that anything has been lost here, and then I'll give you a million meters, a million! Duchamp roared under his breath.

Ah Jiu sneered: "It's beautiful, that weighing mechanism, if it doesn't recover in ten minutes, it will call the police, and we don't have much time now." ”

"Ten minutes! Let me think. Duchamp's mind was racing and he suddenly thought of a solution.

"Give me a few minutes, I remember there's a replica of this thing downstairs, I'll look for it." After he finished explaining these words, he hurriedly slipped out of the door, found a random room, locked the door, released the guide workbench, took the 'hammer' and scanned it, and asked the guide table to make a hammer of the same volume, weight and shape as soon as possible.

After scanning it, he hurried back and handed the original goods to Ah Jiu.

"Put the original back first, it will take a little time to find that replica, remember my words, don't touch the things in this house."

This kind of shoddy work can be done in a few minutes on the guide workbench. Duchamp came back with the fake and asked Ah Jiu to take the real thing down.

"You haven't touched anything in this room, have you?" He swept left and right.

"Of course not! You look at the things in the room, a lot of things. Ah Jiu said listlessly.

"That's good." Duchamp breathed a sigh of relief.

"But next time it will be different, hmph, I remember everything in this house, Miss." Ah Jiu said proudly in his heart.

Duchamp calmed his breath and began to destroy the corpses, returning the way he came. After sneaking outside the pier without danger, he listened intently, and everything was normal inside the castle.

"Here's the million mira you deserve." On the small boat at the dock, Duchamp took out a box and handed it to Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu opened the box and looked at the starlight, and it was full of 10,000 stacks of bills, a full hundred.

Cash will always have the weight and allure that passbooks and cheques do not have, especially when they are neatly placed in a box, and the box is in one's own hand.

I didn't expect this kid to talk quite well!

She thought happily, and even the tone of her voice unconsciously sweetened: "Since the information I gave you has been verified, we will clear it up." As soon as the guerrillas began to investigate, they must have guessed that I had leaked the news, so I would leave Crossbell in a few days. You must be careful in the future, or don't go back to Lulei at all, don't look at you now, I bet those old guys must be staring at you. ”

"Thank you for the reminder, but I'm sure the guerrillas will have a way." Duchamp waved his hand in a friendly manner and watched the little boat slowly move away in the starlight. He turned around and walked back to the hotel like a normal vacationer.

After returning to the hotel, Duchamp's door was locked, and the monkey hurriedly opened the mall interface, and said with satisfaction: "10,000 yuan treasure, it's really good." "I was about to redeem it, and suddenly I found that this treasure was not gray.

Duchamp was excited, and finally came across something that could be equipped. He took the delicate little hammer in his hand and swung it violently a few times, finding that it was powerless and did not guide fluctuations.

It appears to be an item that needs to be carefully identified.

Duchamp took out the guiding table and began to scan in detail.

The guide workbench scanned for half a day, and finally came to a conclusion: "This is an artifact." ”

"The Hammer of Arbitration, an artifact, a special item created by an alchemist, used by the previous presidents of the Joint Council of Warlocks. Extraterrestrial meteorites were added to the creation to symbolize the arbitral authority given by the gods. ”

Duchamp suddenly cried and laughed.

The results were followed by a parentheses: recyclable. Duchamp's eyes suddenly stopped there.

Some items with better materials, if they are recycled with a guide table, can separate the rare materials inside. I don't know what can be separated from this object of divinity.

Duchamp took out the guiding platform, thought left and right, or put the hammer up, and muttered in his heart: "Such a big lump should be able to divide a lot of good things." ”

The guide table unceremoniously swallowed the hammer, and after a while, the results of the decomposition were shown:

"Get 220 grams of Semria Stone, get 1 Stone of Divinity, get 1 Alien Meteorite, get 2500 grams of Mithril, get 450 grams of Alloy T, and get 150 grams of Copper Crystal."

The Stone of Divinity, as soon as he heard it, was a good thing, and he took a closer look and found that this thing was actually not a material, so what was the use? He rolled his eyes and opened the mall, and sure enough, the red fruit in the mall read: It can be exchanged for 10,000 yuan.

Wahaha, it turns out that this is the right way to deal with these recycled items. Duchamp immediately clicked "exchange" and received 10,000 yuan.

He adjusted the radar to the most energy-efficient state, paralyzed in bed, his mental power was not so fun, and he just wanted to sleep now.