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Mr. Jin's villa is in the northern suburbs of Jinling, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a clear stream at the foot of the mountain.

The yard was full of cars, all but a glaring Maserati. This car Fang Yan recognized as the young master of the Lei family.

The neglected flower ponds in the yard are colorful and gorgeous, with autumn chrysanthemums in the majority.

Chrysanthemum, is the hermit's preference. Professor Jin has always been low-key, and most of the guests here today are hermits.

Fang Yan and Jin Ling'er followed the last group of visitors to enter, he did not have an invitation, and the Jin Da beauty who accompanied him was the most confident invitation.

As soon as I entered the door, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine, and a chill hit my face.

The old man's two-storey villa is Western-style, with unpretentious decoration, and some of the well-arranged pothos and sunflower in the interior are lush and weeping.

Fang Yan was naturally not interested in these potted plants, he looked around casually, and did not find any weighty antiquities. Only a few landscape paintings that are not well understood by the layman hang on the wall.

"The professor is really low-key."

Fang Yan thought for a while, "No, this kind of country villa with an open skylight will only be used for banquets temporarily, since the old man is the descendant of Faqiu Tianguan, the treasures collected over the years must have been piled up, and it is estimated that there is another private house." ”

Jin Ling'er shyly held this temporary "male companion" and shuttled through the crowded aisles.

The main hall is filled with festive traditional banquets, and the wine is piled up. On the second floor, there is a lounge where guests can meet like-minded people, with foreign sake and elegant music playing on a CD player.

The two of them walked low-key through the crowd of unknown politicians, a few international friends of unknown origin, inconspicuous business tycoons, and big collectors and auction house leaders in the antique world...... In contrast, it is he, the "anchor", who has the least weight.

"No wonder the Star Group came to celebrate his birthday, I didn't expect your grandfather's connections to be really not simple. Is he really just a college professor? ”

"I feel very ordinary, all the people who come are old acquaintances of my grandfather and some students. Except for the annoying young master of the Lei family, I don't know what wind blew him here."

Do you think they're all ordinary?

Fang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, he didn't plan to break it.

In this small villa, there are only about 100 people in total.

Not counting Fang Yan, there are at least seven people who are famous on the list of "Strange Scholars". And none of them are ranked low, Fang Yan knows very well that his 1444 are mixed with water, if it weren't for the personality of the Evil Emperor, with the bonus points of the Dragon Seeking Ancient Coin and the Evil Key, his ranking would not necessarily be higher than the strange people present today.

You must know that the "Strange Scholar List" only includes 3,000 people in the world, and it is updated once a year, and dozens of people are eliminated and dozens of people are shortlisted.

Today, in a small northern suburb of Jinling, so many foreign people gathered at once.

From the first moment he entered the door, Fang Yan felt that he was swept through by more than a dozen sharp gazes, and there were two cold lights that cast heavy oppression and hostility.

The worst thing is that when he turns around and catches the shadows, they disappear without a trace in an instant.

"You are really infatuated, and you think about your senior sister everywhere. She's supposed to be in the kitchen, so let's see her if she wants. ”

Jin Ling'er saw Fang Yan looking around, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"She's here too? That's right, the professor and her are old friends. But you think too much, I just think that as soon as I enter the door, the atmosphere here suddenly becomes oppressive, I'd better go and sit on it for a while, and you leave me a seat when the banquet begins. ”

"You can do it yourself, I'll go to the kitchen and learn how to make cakes."

Fang Yan envied this carefree back, those who didn't understand it, lived an easy life.

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On the second floor, by the self-service drink, a pair of white palms hold a huge cocktail bottle.

The deep mouth of the bottle is facing a cluster of pyramid-shaped goblets, which are poured slowly and methodically.

The crimson liquid is poured into the mouth of the cup at the top of the pyramid, and soon it fills and overflows, flowing evenly down the next layer in all directions along the 360-degree direction.

Repeatedly, the four cups on the second layer were filled again, and the overflowing liquid flowed to the third layer......

It wasn't until all the goblets on the bottom layer were filled with wine that the pair of weak and boneless jade hands put down the bottles and floated away.

No one paid attention to the details of her pouring, and the surface of the glass round table was dripping and smooth as a mirror, reflecting every restless speck of dust in the holy sun.

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Approaching the entrance of the spiral staircase, Fang Yan squinted his eyes at the sanctimonious thunderstorm in the corner.

As he expected, if this gentleman didn't use the family's resources, he was really just a small person.

He has few friends at this kind of banquet that is out of the world, and no one here will buy their Lei family's accounts, but he is very good at forbearance, and offers a humble smile to everyone.

He carried an antique wooden box to himself, and the box did not leave his hand for a moment. Sitting in the corner, there is a sentence to talk to someone.

I don't know what kind of treasure is in that box, since I dare to use it to celebrate my birthday, I guess the grade will not be too bad.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is clearly to brush up on a sense of existence, and want to leave a good impression in this not small circle of strangers, and if you are lucky, you may be able to climb a few great sages.

"Yo, it seems that everyone has brought more or less gifts, and I came empty-handed."

Fang Yan was not ashamed, went straight to the second floor, and found that there was no one here, and it was estimated that the meal was approaching, and everyone who wanted to gather the table had already gathered downstairs.

The second floor is much more lavish than the downstairs, with a huge Ortisden chandelier illuminating the entire villa at midday.

I don't know if it's the old man's unique taste, or if it's to cater to a few foreign friends who are visiting today. The music played on the CD player is the soundtrack of famous films of the last century.

At this time, it is "Strategic Killer" in the world's top ten original soundtracks.

The electronic device imitates the rhythm of the speeding train, the withered steel imagery, and the solemn chorus......

The intelligence agent and the terrorist/terrorist's sense of mission merge together, and from the sleeper to the outburst, the tense and dangerous atmosphere follows each other......

"Killer?"

Fang Yan leaned on a leather sofa and shook his head unconsciously:

"Who put it? It's not appropriate to play this tune, right? ”

His fingertips stumbled upon the round glass table next to the couch and touched a cold goblet filled with crimson cocktails.

The cup is very good, it feels full, and the blood-colored droplets stained on the rim of the cup are intoxicating.

Fang Yan didn't like to drink, so he decisively chose to put down this glass of wine.

However, he was careless, once he got his hands on this cup, he couldn't put it down?

The strange adhesive force bound the palm of his hand, and he found that he couldn't shake off the goblet with all his might!

The liquid in the cup tumbled and rippled.

What's even weirder is that the wine inside can't be poured out? He turned his glass upside down, and the crimson liquid immediately floated in mid-air, clinging to the bottom of the glass; He straightened his glass, and the liquid returned to its original form.

The more I struggled, the more the liquid in the cup shook out of control.

The evil spirit ward off key that he hid in the inner pocket of his suit also followed, trembling violently.