As the auction progressed, Zhou felt more and more that he could not keep up with the price of the house. It started with a million dollars, has now reached 10 million dollars, and is still rising. Now it's three groups of people competing with each other, and the others are either not well funded, or they just come to join in the fun, not really wanting to own the house. One of these three groups is the man dressed in Arabia, one is from the United States, and the other is the face of the East, but I don't know which country it is. Zhou Buxi believes that one of these three groups of people should be sent by the mother sect. In view of the current situation, I really can't photograph this house, so I simply quit and take this opportunity to quietly go in and have a look. Zhou Buxi didn't let Zhang Yi come with him, telling him to stick to the end, first, to let him understand the dynamics here, second, this kind of sneaking work is really not suitable for him, and third, he is tired of his kind of three-good student style.

Zhou Buxi pulled Xuan Yuanshan out of the auction hall, and as soon as he went out, he met the man with the tattooed face, as if he was waiting for the two of them.

"What, you're staring at us?" Zhou Buxi responded directly, but the other party did not have any feedback, it was estimated that it was a language problem, but Zhou Buxi did not know Arabic, so he had to shrug his shoulders. "Handsome guy, you are slowly stunned, I won't accompany you."

"Wait." The man spoke suddenly, stopping the two who were leaving.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Although he is not fluent, his pronunciation is quite clear, and Zhou Buxi is very surprised.

"The person you met last night was me, please return that half of the papyrus, it's useless for you to keep it."

"Oh? What do you mean by you guarding your own theft and letting us return it? Zhou asked rhetorically.

"I don't know where you came from, but I want you to return it to me, it's important to us." The tattooed man replied calmly.

"We? It doesn't seem like you're alone, what kind of organization are you? ”

"You're asking too much." The tattooed man didn't answer the question, or rather didn't want to answer it.

"I'm sorry, that piece of paper is important to us too, and I want you to give me that half of it."

"You're going to go into that house again, aren't you?"

"You're right, do you want to come along?"

"I can tell you that this house is a fake."

"Then why is that piece of paper here?" Zhou's rhetorical question made the tattooed man speechless. "Okay, although you and I are not on the same path, we both know that each other is not bad people, and it is good for you and me to be honest."

"You don't understand ......"

"I know, because the Soul Box is in my hands." As soon as Zhou Buxi said this, the tattooed man looked at him in shock.

"You...... What you say is true?! ”

"There's no reason to lie to you, I'm here to crack the secret of the Soul Box this time."

Xuan Yuanshan pulled Zhou Bu and whispered. "Isn't that straightforward?"

Zhou Buxi patted Xuan Yuanshan. "Trust my instincts, it's going to be fine."

"Okay, please come to this address after the auction is over." The tattooed man wrote down an address with a pen from the notebook he carried, and then tore off his hands and handed it to Zhou Buxi. "Where will I be waiting for you."

After speaking, the tattooed man turned to leave, and after walking a few steps, Zhou Buxi suddenly shouted. "Let the old man come with him." The tattooed man stopped, didn't respond, and walked away again.

At the end of the auction, Zhang Yiyi informed Zhou Buxi that it was the people in the United States who obtained the ownership of the house. Then tell Zhang Yiyi not to get in touch with the domestic side for the time being, there are still things to do here, and he will contact him when everything is in order. Knowing the final result, Zhou Buxi and Xuan Yuanshan immediately took a taxi to the address written on the note.

It was a very prosperous place, and Zhou Buxi arrived and found that it was a very high-end commercial office building. Zhou Buxi and Xuan Yuanshan didn't know whether the taxi driver was right or wrong because of the language barrier.

"Hello, did you two invite you to Mr. Kalm?" An Oriental woman dressed as a secretary approached and asked the two.

"Kalm?" Zhou Buxi was stunned for a moment, because he didn't know the name of the tattooed man. "It's the guy with the tattoo on his face."

"That's right, that's Mr. Kalm, please come with me."

"Here?" Zhou Buxi asked subconsciously.

"This is Mr. Kalm's security company headquarters, he arranged for me to meet you two, please come with me."

followed the female secretary to the elevator, and then stopped on the top floor, and then the female secretary led the two to a very grand wooden door with double opening. The female secretary knocked on the door and said something in Arabic, and then there was a response inside, and then the female secretary pushed the door and motioned for the two to enter.

It's a very large office, and Kalm is sitting in the boss's chair behind his desk, and the room is not overly decorated, and the whole room looks quite monotonous. Kalm motioned for the female secretary to step down, and the secretary closed the door. Kalm motioned for Zhou Buxi and Xuan Yuanshan to sit on the sofa not far from him, and the coffee that had been prepared was placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. As soon as the two of them sat down, Karma pulled out a small contraption, and as soon as he pressed it, the room suddenly felt as if something was shrouded in it, followed by the sound of various doors and windows locking. Then a series of Arabic words came from behind Zhou Buxi and Xuan Yuanshan, Zhou Buxi and Xuan Yuanshan looked back, and it turned out to be the old man they saw last night, and they didn't know when they appeared behind them.

"My teacher said that if two people dared to come, they proved to be brave and wise people." Kalm also fought from his chair. "Now this office is absolutely protected, no one can hear our conversation, and no one can come in."

"So is it time to get straight to the point?" Zhou Buxi took a sip of coffee and slowly put it on the table.

"I think so." Kalm opened a drawer in front of him, took out a large stack of papers that looked a little old, and put them on the coffee table in front of Zhou Buxi. "Let's see."

"What is this?" Zhou Buxi picked up one.

"Plans for that house."