"You're back, didn't you bump into them, did you?"

Corot, who returned to the hotel first, put down the oil painting tube, and hid by the window to spy on the situation in the museum.

He found that next to the art museum, there were several cars of unknown origin.

If you look closely, it is all Alfa Romeo SUVs, they are very skillfully parked, all neatly arranged under the leafy trees, and it happens to be in the dead corner of the surveillance filming, not only is it difficult to attract the attention of pedestrians, but also does not allow yourself to be photographed.

In this group of SUVs with the same appearance, Corot searched for an Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione.

It was parked right in the middle of those SUVs, and it looked low-key and mysterious.

Although he couldn't see the situation inside through the closed window, Corot knew that there must be an old acquaintance of him and Qin Li sitting in this car.

"He's coming, too."

Corot sent a WeChat message to Qin Li, but Qin Li did not reply.

Twenty minutes later, Qin Li finally returned, and Corot breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I drew a Danae to distract them." Qin Qi said lightly.

Corot looked at Qin Qi in surprise, "I drew one in such a short time, isn't it an abstract version of Dana'e, right?" ”

"It's not abstract, but it's really rough, and I haven't even had time to paint her feminine features, because it's covered by gold anyway." Qin Qi smiled and said.

Corot opened the painting tube, pulled out the Danae, and laid it flat on the table.

"To be honest, I'm a little reluctant to trade your painting, after all, you used that painting to teach me my first oil painting lesson." Corot stroked the canvas and said with some nostalgia.

Qin Li glanced at him, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "It's a pity, you are a dou who can't be helped, and after giving you painting lessons for so long, you still can't paint a decent oil painting." ”

"I'm not here!" Corot pursed his lips and continued, "He's here too. ”

Qin Li nodded, stood by the window, and glanced outside, "I know, I saw his car when I came out, and there hasn't been a refined painting for many years, he will definitely come in person, but I didn't expect him to catch up behind us this time." ”

"I've booked a ticket back to Rongcheng, the plane will be ten o'clock tomorrow morning, will we continue to stay here tonight, or will we change places?" Corot asked.

"No need to change, we are in the dark now, they are in the light, just to see if they are fooled, or, there is a trick." Qin Bai said.

"It's a little too smooth to win, and it's a little bit unaccustomed to me." Corot also stood by the window and looked across the window.

"Hmm." Qin Li nodded, his face did not relax in the slightest, but stared at the Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione hidden in the shadows.

It was all too familiar to him, it had been seen many times since he had been fighting the man in secret.

"Go to sleep, I'll keep watch here." Glancing at Ke Luo, who was yawning, Qin Li said.

"Well, wake me up if there's a situation." Corot rubbed his eyes and said sleepily.

I don't know if it's a good idea, the window of the Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione suddenly opened, and a gray-haired Chinese man inside glanced in the direction of the hotel.

The night wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and fogging the man's eyes, and he blinked and closed the window.

The moment the car window closed, Qin Li opened the curtain and continued to observe the outside.

"You're old..."Qin Qi muttered, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to someone.

“IL Capo，Hanno preso qualcosa。” (Boss, they got it.) The driver pressed the Bluetooth headset and turned to the Chinese man.

“Tornare indietro。” (Go back.) The Chinese man nodded.

Then, the car started, and the 8C Competizione and another SUV left first, and quickly disappeared into the night, while the rest of the SUVs continued to stay where they were, as if waiting for something.

"It seems that the bag has been successfully dropped, but I don't know when their imitation will be discovered?" Qin Li rubbed his chin and looked at the 8C Competizione that had long disappeared into the night.

After a while, two more SUVs left, and they chose to evacuate separately, as if to hide from others.

"Huh! If you want to keep a low profile, why drive the same car. Qin Qi sneered and picked up the yogurt mousse next to him.

The 8C Competizione and the SUV left and drove into a retro villa on the outskirts of Madrid.

After the driver got out of the car, he opened the door on the other side, and the Chinese man got out of the car with his crutches and with his support.

His left leg seems to be a little unagile, even if he is leaning on crutches, his center of gravity is still unsteady when walking, and if there is no one to support him, I am afraid that he will have a great difficulty walking.

With the help of the driver, he finally walked to the living room of the villa, sat down in front of the fireplace, and poured himself a glass of wine.

After taking a sip of wine, he slowly exhaled.

"Whew..."Raising his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, he whispered to himself, "I'm still not used to prosthetics!" ”

He speaks Chinese, and the characters are round, but the nasal voice is relatively heavy.

The man reached out and touched his left knee, his brows furrowed slightly, he looked at the Chinese manservant standing beside him, and said in Chinese: "Uncle Li, it's better to push the wheelchair to me." ”

"Okay, aren't you used to prosthetics?" Uncle Li bent down and looked at the man's left calf.

It was noticeably thinner than the right calf, and despite the pants covering it, you could still see the difference at a glance.

"Hey! Maybe it's been a little less practice. The man sighed.

"Young master, please wait!"

Uncle Li nodded, and went to another room to push a wheelchair out.

With the help of Uncle Li, the man sat in a wheelchair.

"Let's go to the conference room." The man turned his head and said to Uncle Li.

"Okay."

When Uncle Li pushed the man to the conference room, there were already several young men in black tracksuits waiting, all of whom had taken off their masks, but were still wearing peaked caps.

On the conference table, there is an oil painting on the flat floor, which is the imitation painting from Qin Li's hand, which looks retro and old under the illumination of the light.

The man touched the canvas, buried his head and sniffed vigorously, then nodded, "The breath of time." ”

"Tell me about the situation." The man looked up at one of the young Chinese men.

The man stepped forward and said in Chinese: "It has changed, we chased it for a while, and it suddenly disappeared again, probably back to the painting." ”

"Oh?" The man's eyes lit up.

"Yes." The young man nodded.

The man didn't ask again, but leaned over to look at the painting and reached out to touch it carefully.

"Isn't it a genius? It's been so short and it's changed again, it shouldn't be—" The man fell into deep thought.

"Maybe this painting is different from the others, didn't it come back to the painting before six o'clock after it was refined last night?" Uncle Li said.

The man nodded, "Maybe." ”

It's just that his expression is still a little dignified.

"Young master, you can rest, you have only recovered recently, and you can't stand the toss." Looking at the man's tired expression, Uncle Li frowned.

"Well, please take me back to the bedroom." The man nodded.

After sending the man back to the bedroom, Uncle Li put the painting away, then pulled the young man just now alone, and asked, "Xiao Yuan, there is nothing wrong, right?" ”

"Don't worry, uncle, it's not a big problem, it's just that the painting suddenly changed, and we reflexively chased after it without avoiding the surveillance, so I left a few people to deal with the matter." Obuchi said.

"What about the others? Did you run into anyone else? Uncle Li asked again.

Xiao Yuan shook his head and said, "No, this time it went unusually well, but it made me a little unaccustomed to it." ”

After saying that, I didn't forget to scratch my head.

Thinking back on the previous experiences, Uncle Li became more and more worried.

"Uncle, maybe the man didn't receive the news, or maybe he was behind us, this painting must be fine, we saw the woman in the painting with our own eyes, she is really beautiful, and her whole body is covered with gold." Xiao Yuan patted Uncle Li on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Well, go get something to eat, I'll have the kitchen prepare you for supper." Uncle Li nodded and said.

"Okay, uncle, you're the best!"

Xiao Yuan happily upstaired Uncle Li, and then went to the conference room to call the rest of the young men and go to the restaurant together.

After feasting, Xiao Yuan leaned back in his chair, picking his teeth and chatting with the young men.

“IL pavimento sembra non c'e 'Oro？” (There doesn't seem to be gold on the floor?) One of the men said suddenly.

“Che cosa？” (What?) Xiao Yuan looked up at the man.

The man took out his phone and pulled out the "streaking golden woman" from the news.

“Sembra che non c'è。” (It seems that there is none.) The rest thought about it for a moment and shook their heads.

Xiao Yuan also thought about it carefully, but his attention was on the woman at that time, and the lights around him were not very bright, so he really didn't notice if there was gold falling from the woman's body.

“Determinare？” (OK?) Obuchi looked at the rest.

The rest nodded their heads.

“Forse è scomparso improvvisamente ha detto che non necessariamente，E 'come Quella Donna。” (Maybe it disappeared suddenly, but not necessarily, just like that woman.) Obuchi said to everyone.

The refined painting will return to the painting after a certain time, so the gold that fell on the streets of Madrid the night before also disappeared with Danae.

Afterwards, those who picked up the gold thought they were just dreaming.

"You shouldn't be able to go wrong."

Xiao Yuan rubbed his hands, but the cold sweat that broke out of his palms couldn't be wiped off.

He didn't dare to tell Uncle Li about this, but sat alone on the sofa, waiting for the others to come back, while looking apprehensively at the night outside the window......