In the T3 terminal of the Capital Airport, Mo Yi was dressed in black, empty-handed, holding a boarding pass and passport and slowly passing through the customs security area. Even though it was past eight o'clock in the night, the security area was still bustling.

After passing customs, Mo Yi did not wander around, and went straight to the boarding gate to wait for permission to board. As Air China's plane arrived, flight attendants began asking passengers to line up to get ready to board.

He followed the team and walked onto the plane to see the smiling flight attendant greeting him.

Sitting in his seat, he thought about how to spend the next twenty or so hours of high-altitude life. When the plane took off, he simply restrained his five senses and closed his eyes to recuperate.

More than 20 hours of life in the air was finally coming to an end, and the transfer in the middle did not delay too long, but Mo Yi still wanted to leave the suffocating space of the cabin quickly, and his unusually developed five senses made him suffer enough.

The other senses are okay, but the keen sense of smell really kills him, especially in such a small space, hundreds of people take off their shoes at the same time, eat, burp, fart, that mixed smell simply makes him want to die.

For some reason, Mo Yi's body has been unconsciously leaking out since he was on the plane, especially the eyes of one of the five senses, but he himself didn't realize it.

This was evident from the fact that one of the crew attendants, who had a keen sense, frequently came over to ask if he needed help, and every time he asked, he stared into his eyes, making him think that there was something unclean in the corner of his eye.

As the aircraft gradually decreases in altitude, it touches the ground and enters taxiing and gradually stops. After getting off the plane and walking towards the customs crossing, Mo Yi looked around and felt a sense of novelty.

Although he can see foreigners in China, those people are foreigners to him, and here he is a foreigner to these locals.

Dallas Fort Worth International Airport is the second largest airport in North America, with one of the highest passenger and cargo volumes in the world.

The flow of people is much more than that of the capital airport, surrounded by tall Europeans and Americans, Mo Yi's height of more than 1.8 meters is not short in China, but it doesn't look very special here, it can only be regarded as normal.

Walking towards the border crossing with the crowd of people who had disembarked together, they looked at the airport police officers in blue uniforms patrolling not far ahead, and they looked at everyone with grim expressions.

Mo Yi felt that these policemen were too nervous, if a suspicious figure suddenly appeared, would these people directly pull out their guns and shoot the suspicious person.

At 2 p.m. in Fort Worth, the sun makes the air around you unbearably hot, and pedestrians of all skin types dress coolly. He took out his phone and sent a text message to the private investigator he had hired earlier, confirmed the meeting place with the other party, and beckoned a taxi to drive towards downtown Dallas.

The taxi drove in the direction of the city center, and the driver drove it with a Middle Eastern face and a variety of self-talk coming out of his mouth. Mo Yi neither understood nor cared about it, and his whole mind was focused on the upcoming meeting at this time.

The two parties agreed to meet at the bar of the Victoria Hotel, which was a reassuring meeting place for both parties.

Before that, he also commissioned other private investigators in the United States, but unfortunately most of them ended up in failure. Even some people want to take advantage of his absence to cheat the commission, but after he puts forward harsh confirmation conditions, the other party can only stop fighting.

The emails he received before showed that this detective not only has a good reputation in the industry, but also has very professional business skills.

This is also the reason why he dared to come to the United States alone to meet this person, otherwise if he was deceived by a fake and then had a dispute, it would be more or less troublesome.

Although he is not afraid of trouble, he also does not want to cause trouble in a strange land at will. After all, he's away from home now, so it's still important to get down to business.

Taxis are driving into the city center, and there are more and more cars on the road. Mo Yi looked at the super-large pickup trucks that kept driving on both sides, and this kind of car was indeed rare in China. No wonder I read what was said on the Internet before I came, the cars in this city are quite huge, and seeing is believing.

On the highway, he could even see a strong man riding a stretch motorcycle, and a gorgeous girl in super short hot pants standing on the back seat of the car scratching her head.

When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel, he gathered his mind and handed the fare and tip to the driver, and the Middle Eastern man quickly got out of the car and gratiously removed his luggage, and after entering the hotel, he checked in with the assistance of the doorman and the bellman.

Standing on the large viewing platform in the hotel room, Mo Yi took out his mobile phone and contacted the private detective, who said that he was about to arrive.

He put away his phone and turned to walk out of the room, pausing at the doorway, and an inky spirit qi emitted from his palm attached to the doorknob, and then disappeared without a trace.

Moments later, at the bar on the first floor of the hotel, Mo Yi sat in a corner, quietly waiting for the meeting with the detective he had made an appointment.

As he sipped the free cocktail the waiter had given him, he suddenly heard the rumored news in the bar, and he looked up to see that everyone around him was paying attention to the news on the TV hanging above the bar.

Although the host's voice in the news was clear, the speed of speech was too fast, and Mo Yi couldn't understand it very well, so he could only hear it intermittently.

Combined with the rolling subtitles, it seems that a meteorite with a diameter of about ten meters fell near the Gulf of Mexico in the United States, causing a lot of local casualties and property damage.

"It looks like a meteorite fell ......"

"My God, I hope they are safe and sound......"

"I don't know if anyone was hurt......"

"God bless ......"

"Is there a phone number for donations......

"Sir, here we are...... My God......"

"My friend is right there...... Oh my God......"

Listening to all kinds of discussions from the people around him, Mo Yi felt that life was really unpredictable sometimes, who would have thought that he would be hit by a meteorite falling from the sky, this is really a person sitting at home, and disaster comes from the sky.

He couldn't help but think in his heart that if a meteorite fell above his head, would his Mo family magic be able to withstand such an impact!! but Mo Yi didn't know that at the same time, there was far more than one meteorite falling on the earth.

In the bar of the Victoria Hotel, strangers sat in twos and threes, and the singer's infectious singing voice slowly filled the air.

Benjamin Cornal relied on his work instinct to silently observe the young man in front of him, who was dressed in black and looked extremely ordinary.

Even compared to the Asians I had been in contact with, they didn't seem outstanding.

However, those eyes, as if they were full of magic, were so black and pure. Like the gem-quality obsidian I have ever seen, it does not contain a trace of impurities, and there is not even a trace of emotional fluctuations in the pupils.

From the moment he began to scan the materials he handed over, there was no superfluous movement other than blinking.

Occasionally, when he looked at himself, his eyes were so sharp that he felt an invisible pressure that he could only feel when he met the real big people at HSD.

This surprised him even more than what he had seen in the video before, and if he hadn't seen each other in person, he would have even thought that these were two completely different people.

Mo Yi put down the information in his hand, looked up at Benjamin and asked, "Mr. Kornal, tell me what you think?"

Benjamin came back to his senses and replied, "Mr. Mo, please call me Benjamin or Ben." As you can see now, I followed the clues you gave to start the investigation with this gentleman surnamed Zheng. ”

"This Mr. Zheng had already come to live in North America in 1663, and I consulted the largest library in North America, and the information showed that he had indeed brought with him a strange book. According to the strange text on the photo you sent me, I found the clue of the book you mentioned, but Mr. Zheng's family had no descendants in 1958, and the book has been circulating among the people. ”

"The last clues I found showed it were in Dallas in 1989 and remained here until 2005, and there were records of them at the Dallas Museum of Art, but the records were vague and left no extra clues. I have sent the relevant electronic documents to your mailbox, please check. ”

Mo Yi listened to Benjamin's words and then fell silent, his fingers gently rubbing the paper of the materials.

Benjamin felt that he couldn't bear Mo Yi's eyes, and he felt a sobbing movement around his neck. He realized that he was a little too nervous, not at all like he used to talk and laugh with big people.

Mo Yi sensed the other party's nervousness, and smiled in return, "Are you okay?"

Benjamin didn't know how to express his feelings, and although he was a little out of shape, he couldn't be unprofessional in front of his employer, and he shook his head to indicate that he was okay.

"Have you asked the museum staff?"

Benjamin replied with a slightly regretful expression: "Of course, more than one, including those who have retired, I have asked all of them. ”

Unfortunately, they don't know who brought the book to Dallas and who took it, only that it was recorded during the time it appeared in Dallas, and there are no other clues. ”

Benjamin leaned forward and asked tactfully, "Mr. Mo, I have a question?"

"Speak. Mo Yi gestured with his hand.

Benjamin asked suspiciously, "According to the clues you gave me, why is the name of the book you are looking for called the Dark Bible?

"Dark Bible?" Mo Yi was a little stunned when he heard the other party say this, and then reacted and smiled: "Hahahaha, no, you misunderstood, the book I am looking for is not called the Dark Bible, and I don't believe in the devil, its name is - Ink Sutra." ”

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders, obviously not believing Mo Yi's words: "Sorry, it seems that I misunderstood, can you tell me about the origin of this book?"

Mo Yi picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip: "You want to know where it came from, yes, but I won't tell you too much, I can only say that this book is my family's ancestral heirloom." I came here in the hope of finding it and bringing it back to my ancestral land. ”

Benjamin nodded and said, "Okay, I can understand your feelings, really." I've taken on quite a few of these cases before, some of them have been found, some of them have not. But regardless of the outcome, everyone did their best, and that was enough. ”

"Why are you curious about the origin of this book?"

Benjamin replied in an unusually excited tone, "Why? There are a lot of materials I have checked about the contents of this book, and although no one can understand the font in it, it is too beautiful." ”

Waving his hands, he continued: "And the material of this book is so peculiar that neither fire nor water can damage it in the slightest, which I have never encountered in previous cases. Can you tell me what it's made of?"

Mo Yi looked at the black-haired white man in front of him, who was nearly middle-aged, although he was burly and had a steady image, his face was full of excitement like a child who had discovered a toy at this time: "I don't know what material this book is made of, but I can tell you that this book is from two thousand years ago. ”

"Impossible, no ancient book can be preserved for so long, there is no ......" Benjamin suddenly thought that there was a similar ancient book in the world, that is, the world-famous Sulubak proverbs, but only for a moment he rejected this judgment.

Because Sulubak's Proverbs are slate, and the dark Bible that the other party is looking for is made of unknown materials, judging from the photos he found, this scripture is very intact.

Not even the Dead Sea Scrolls can be compared, and the Sulubak Proverbs made of stone slabs cannot be compared.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that if everything that the young man in front of him said was true, then his family lasted for two thousand years, and he was the heir of this family?

This is simply incredible, considering that even the oldest family can only be traced back to about 1,000 A.D., could this young man come from some hidden family in the world?

He knew that there were indeed some hidden families in this world, and those families were very low-key now, but the energy behind each one was very huge.

He felt that he could no longer treat the other party as an ordinary person, although he looked ordinary, but those eyes were ......

That's not an eye that ordinary people can have, it's not even an eye that humans can have, only those aliens in another world can have.

Benjamin's mind was full of thoughts.

After a while, he decided to treat the young man in a different way, because even if what the other party said was false, he had nothing to lose, after all, the dollar was real.

Taking a step back, what if what the other party said is true, the family from 2,000 years ago, the family heirloom is here, looking for ancestral things, this is too legendary.

No wonder the other party didn't tell him what the material of this scripture was, because an ancient book handed down from two thousand years ago, no matter what the content was, its material alone was already invaluable.

This must be a secret to the big family, and it can't be told to outsiders at will.

Then, if he can continue to participate in this matter, then this qualification will really help his future career development very much, so big that he can sit at the top of the North American detective circle and become a godfather-level figure.

Benjamin straightened his body, suppressed his excitement, and looked at Mo Yi with a more serious expression on his face and asked, "Mr. Mo, I want to know what you are going to do next?"

Mo Yi felt that the other party's attitude was a little strange, and he didn't think too much: "I'm going to go to the Dallas Museum of Art first according to your investigation results, if there is no clue there, I will contact you again, and I hope we can keep in touch with each other during this time." ”

He put down the information in his hand, picked up his mobile phone from the table and said, "Your investigation is very professional, I am very satisfied, we will settle the balance this time." You can accept online transfers!"

Hearing what Mo Yi said, Benjamin immediately replied: "Of course, any transfer is fine, even the latest transfer method in your country, I can accept it." ”

He realized that he would not lose anything in this business, and the next thing was how to keep in touch with the young man in front of him, so that the other party could continue to entrust him with the next investigation, of course, it would be better if he could get the friendship of the other party.

Benjamin took out his phone and asked Moyi to scan the QR code, and then a transfer prompt sounded, looking at the balance of $25,000 that appeared on the account.

He was in a happy and excited mood, got up and stretched out a generous palm to Mo Yi and said, "Mr. Mo, then I will leave first, I hope we can have the opportunity to continue to cooperate in the future." ”

Mo Yi also got up and stretched out his hand to shake the other party: "Thank you very much for your work, and I also hope that there will be opportunities to cooperate again in the future." ”

With that, Benjamin picked up his work bag and walked out of the bar. Looking at the other party's disappearing back, Mo Yi sat back in his seat again and looked at the information in his hand.

After sitting for about an hour, he looked at the time on his phone, it was still early, and he decided to take advantage of it to rent a car first. I have long heard that you can't live without a car in the United States, otherwise it is really inconvenient to travel.

I came to the front desk of the hotel and inquired about the car rental company through the service staff. Mo Yi returned to the guest room, put away the information, and made up a new spell at the doorknob that served as a warning signal, and left the hotel to go to the car rental company.

I rented a city SUV at the car rental company and drove towards the museum. Although it was a little late, he decided to get used to the road conditions in the United States first, so as not to encounter any accidents when the day passed by tomorrow.

Dallas is still hot and dry at night, and pedestrians on the road are dressed coolly. Mo Yi saw many young and beautiful girls loitering on the side of the road in ultra-short hot pants and tight body shirts.

He parked his car in a parking lot not far from the museum and decided to find a restaurant near the museum for dinner.

Just as he left the entrance to the parking lot, two black men in loose clothes walked from nearby. At this time, Mo Yi was still thinking about the information he saw in the afternoon, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the black men pull out a jet-black pistol from under his loose coat and point it at him, and a voice in his ear sounded something that made him feel awkward.

"Asian, robbery. ”