As soon as Chen Fan entered the room, he felt a quaint and stale smell, but he didn't act immediately, but opened his perspective eye again to observe whether there were other hidden traps in the room.

After some inspection, Chen Fan did not find anything suspicious, there was not even a monitor in the study, Chen Fan prepared a lot of follow-up means did not use, he swept the shelves with a dazzling array of various collections, his expression became complex and fiery, seeing with his own eyes, and indirect seeing are two completely different concepts, and the impact of all kinds of antiques in front of him on Chen Fan's vision is very large.

You must know that the Chen family also has an antique shop, but most of the things in it are not worth the year, or the year is not worth the price, and the collection value and historical significance are not too significant.

And now in front of Chen Fan, all of them are cultural relics that have left a brilliant chapter in Chinese history and culture!

It is conceivable how many plundering things Mitsui Kudo and his predecessors, the older generations, have done!

Because many of the antiques in front of you are lost treasures of the court: jade seals, imperial clothes, jade que, jade bi, calligraphy and painting, warm jade, pearls, tribute, splashed ink paintings, calligraphy, official seals, holy decrees, and books of sacrifice to heaven......

Chen Fan's mind couldn't help but think of a place with broken eaves - the Old Summer Palace.

The jade pearl of the sea has tears is another kind of pearl covered with dust and lost in a foreign land.

Chen Fan's hand touched lightly on the shelf, touching his fingertips one by one - once, he thought that Thousand Hands Sakura liked to collect Chinese antiques as a hobby, but it turned out that the root of all this lies in cultural plunder!

Chen Fan's eyes showed a thick mockery, at this moment, he felt a little heavy in his heart, he felt that the dust of history was covered with his spiritual platform, and these antiques seemed to be confiding in him.

He's from his hometown!

Chen Fan is not a selfless person, he has his own selfish thoughts, small calculations, and small ideals, but now he can't miss the dust of history.

He had to pick it all up again.

Back home!

"I'll take you back!"

Chen Fan's gaze became firm, his hand was slowly raised, and the ring on his finger flew out of his fingertips, hovering in the air.

Chen Fan bit his fingers, the blood from his fingertips flowed through the corners of his mouth, his teeth were bitten, his hands changed like shadows, and a rich purple qi instantly filled the shelves of the entire study.

Chen Fan didn't care about the paleness on his face, and with a light sigh, the entire room was filled with a powerful suction.

Buzz!

The antiques on the shelves, like wanderers returning to their hometowns, jumped with joy, and disappeared into the air under the support of purple qi.

"Ahem......"

Chen Fan's chest trembled involuntarily, and sweat trickled from his forehead.

Although the ring can incorporate a lot of things, it is a great drain on his true qi to be included at one time and without restraint like this.

Despite this, Chen Fan's eyes showed a bright look.

There was only a cyan incense burner on the empty bookshelf, motionless and lonely.

And Chen Fan's ring space began to become tense, and there was very little space left!

At this moment, Chen Fan even had an impulse, that is, to flee and return to China immediately, but after thinking about it a little, he gave up this idea, he had to do things absolutely and cleanly and beautifully, without any slightest handle!

At least when these antiques are exhibited in museums in the future, no one dares to come out and criticize them!

You have to find a backstabber!

But Chen Fan was in a hurry, but he couldn't think of a good way.

He took a deep breath and looked at the wall in front of him, on the wall, there was a huge mural, Chen Fan knew that the real secret was behind this mural.

Chen Fan didn't dare to use the perspective eye, but tapped on the wall with his hand, and even uncovered the mural to see if there was a mechanism behind it.

"Strange!"

Chen Fan put down the mural, there was no mechanism behind the mural, only two tiny lines and seams, and the sound of hand tapping echoed slightly, indicating that there was still space inside.

But Chen Fan tried to urge, but he couldn't open it at all.

"There must be a mechanism, but where?"

Chen Fan's eyes wandered on the wall in front of him, and then he checked the cabinets and desks in the study again, but found nothing.

As time passed, an anxious look appeared on Chen Fan's face, he swept away the things of the Mitsui Kudo family, and if it was exposed, the consequences would be very serious.

For Chen Fan himself, he is not afraid of the revenge of the Mitsui family, but now that he has a family, relatives, friends, and people who love each other, he is no longer alone, with responsibilities on his shoulders, and he must take into account all kinds of bad consequences.

There can be no deviation from the plan.

Just when Chen Fan was about to give up, his afterglow stayed on an incense burner on the shelf.

He was stunned for a moment, and then showed ecstasy.

You know, he just collected something, and he didn't intend to let it go, but it was firmly nailed to the shelf.

That's the problem.

Chen Fan walked quickly to the shelf, stroked the furnace with his hand, and twisted it hard.

Click.

With a slight twisting bar, there was another muffled sound on the wall.

Chen Fan looked back, only to see the entire wall of the mural, rotating out of a door, the moment the door opened, but a cold wind blew, Chen Fan couldn't help but hit a spirit.

However, Chen Fan's attention was immediately attracted by the back of the wall, behind which strange lines were depicted, and these lines were inky black, which looked extremely weird.

It was these strange lines that shielded his special clairvoyant eyes.

Unlike Chen Fan's imagination that there was a dark room in the room, behind the door, there was a transparent elevator that lifted up, and the cold wind blew out from the square mouth below.

The second floor of the villa, directly connected to the underground space!

Chen Fan's eyes were full of surprise, he got on the elevator, pressed the button to go down, and the elevator went down at a very fast speed.

Chen Fan felt the speed of the decline, and silently counted seconds in his heart, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"Twenty seconds, it should be more than eighty meters, why is it so deep?"

Chen Fan was secretly surprised, the elevator door opened, Chen Fan quietly walked out of the elevator, in front of him, there was a faint yellowing light, the air became colder and colder, and there was a sizzling electric current in the air.

Not only that, Chen Fan also found that the road wall in front and the place where the elevator was lifted were pasted with very thick double-sided steel plates, and in the middle of the steel plates, there was a cement wall more than a foot thick.

These settings are for radiation protection!

Chen Fan's mind immediately had such a thought, after all, Mitsui Kudo's illness was caused by radiation.

A solemn look appeared on Chen Fan's face, and he couldn't help but lighten his steps.

Perhaps for safety reasons, the way to turn the corner after a few meters in front of you is changed, and the walls are treated with anti-radiation!

After nearly 100 meters, the noise became louder and louder, and the end of the road suddenly opened up, and several elevated canned boilers made people palpitate, and on the other side of the boiler, there was a shelf that rotated with the boiler, and several people wearing full radiation protection suits were working.

(End of chapter)