The cops seemed to have been in the art company for more than an hour, and the balding sheriff with a big belly began to move towards the police station. "Elizabeth" estimated that the sheriff would bring the seized evidence back to the police station, and then look for information and locate it, and it would not be long before he would send out people to arrest people.

"Elizabeth" quickly put on dark ordinary civilian clothes, walked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi, and went straight to the police station. She was going to wait in a café near the police station, and as soon as the balding sheriff with a big belly came out, she followed.

For the past two days, Lee has been hiding in Michael's country house. The country house is on the outskirts of the metropolis, tucked away in a wooded area. With nothing to do but study the map, Lee soon got a clear picture of the historic metropolis's spider-web roads.

This old country house is an all-timber structure that, although old, is well maintained. The thick black walnut pillars, the square and regular log beams, and the faint fragrance of the trees all over the house, seem to blend in with the surrounding woods, which looks elegant and quiet, natural and tranquil.

On a bookcase in the corner of the living room, Lee found a picture frame, which contained a very old color photograph of a different color. The photo shows a family of four, with two blonde and blue-eyed children in front of them, Elizabeth and Michael, who are childhood, and a young couple holding their little hands next to them. Behind them was the backdrop of this country house in the spring, with a white wooden fence and a verdant, neat lawn full of flowers.

Li Guanghan guessed that the young couple should be Elizabeth and Michael's parents, with the same blond curly hair and gray-green eyes, and the same slightly upturned corners of their mouths. Li Guanghan stared at the young man in the photo, his expression and sunny smile gave Li Guanghan a sense of déjà vu, vaguely familiar, but not specific.

On the black walnut wall panel hangs a Gujicott chain rifle produced at the end of the nineteenth century. The shape of the whole gun is simple and smooth, and the wooden butt seems to have been touched for many years, precipitating historical information.

Curious, Li Guanghan took off his rifle, weighed it in his hand, and gestured it over his shoulder. He recognized it as a famous rifle known in the history of firearms as a living fossil, with no more than double digits in existence.

This chain gun has multiple movable chambers, one for each shot, and the chambers are linked together in the form of chains. It only relies on the force of pulling the trigger to drive the operation, and the internal structure is extremely exquisite, interlocking. It uses a caseless soft lead bullet that is fired by gunpowder gas that pushes the projectile along with the reinforcing cap, like a rocket, and does not leave fragments in the moving chamber. The most amazing thing is that this rifle can be loaded with 100 rounds at a time, which greatly satisfies the continuous fire dream of that era, "one load, long-term use." ”

Li Guanghan looked at the receiver and the butt, and there were still bullets, but he didn't know if he could still use it after more than 100 years.

In a luxury apartment in the center of the metropolis, Wei Jiajun calmly accompanied George over tea, suspecting that his dramatic change should be caused by the transplantation of RNA from the nerve cells of Lee Kwanghan's brain. When he rushed into the underground laboratory of the biological research center to wake George, he had no idea that the transplant would have such an amazing result.

Wei Jiajun recalled the majestic picture frozen on the big screen in the underground laboratory, the image of the ancient Li Guanghan with a broad crown and broad robes and large sleeves. Could it be that there is a Lee Kwang Han living in George's brain memory right now?

Wei Jiajun sipped the fragrant green tea while secretly glancing at George's expression. He sat on the low reclining bamboo chair, so intoxicated, so enjoyable, as if a cup of tea could relieve a thousand sorrows and forget his worries.

The silence was broken by a rapid ringing of a mobile phone, and it was the general manager of the auction house calling. Originally, George and Wei Jiajun made an appointment with him to go to the antique dealer's art company for a meeting, but he couldn't contact the antique dealer, so he went straight to the art company and found that the company's door had been sealed by the police station.

"What" George exploded when he heard this, jumped up from the bamboo chair, took the mobile phone and shouted blindly. The gentle look just now was suddenly gone.

"Elizabeth" was sitting in a café opposite the police station drinking coffee, she suddenly found that the locator showed the bald sheriff with a big belly was starting to move quickly, and soon several police cars in front of the police station flashed their lights, and the sheriff and his party drove away.

In some cases, "Elizabeth" quickly called a taxi and followed.

The police car was obviously heading towards the antique dealer's home address, "Is it to arrest someone?" "Elizabeth" muttered to herself, arresting people with such fanfare, and before they could get there, the people had already run away.

The police car came to a stop after half an hour of racing. The taxi was parked a short distance from the police car, and from a distance, there was a crowd of people around. "Elizabeth" asked the taxi to wait on the side of the road, and she walked over to see what was going on.

A cordon was set up around the villa, and soon, a body was lifted out of the antique dealer's villa. The body was in a body bag, and the face could not be seen clearly.

"Elizabeth" immediately dialed Wei Jiajun's phone. Wei Jiajun saw that it was his junior sister calling, so he quickly hid to the side to answer.

It turned out that Wei Jiajun and George, the general manager of the auction house, had just learned that the antique dealer had been murdered. It is said that the murderer sneaked into the villa in the early hours of the morning and killed him with a knife. This kind of goal-oriented, fast and decisive, and neat style of doing it looks like a professional killer.

Could it be that the email sent to the sheriff and the insurance company last night has become a talisman for antique dealers, someone wants to kill someone, this person must not be a thief, Jim, his purpose is to ask for money, not to kill him, so who will it be Where is the stolen goods This clue is broken, what to do "Elizabeth" is really in a hurry. It seems that we have to unite with Wei Jiajun and use George's power to find the "Dharma Eye Dzi".

When George heard the news of the antique dealer's killing, he immediately sniffed out something unusual. There was a murderous look on his grim face, and the corners of his mouth twitched under his hooked nose, as if he was about to be hysterical.

George entered the irritable mode again, and he immediately ordered several henchmen to secretly investigate what was wrong with the antique dealer, and asked to finally find out the whereabouts of the "Dharma Eye Dzi".

Wei Jiajun also sincerely admired her sister's keen sense of smell, it seems that her estimate is right, there must be something wrong with the antique dealer. But I don't know what she found when she went back that day, and it seems that she has to solve the problem together with her junior sister.

They thought of going together.