When Lin Feng asked about the batch of imitations of Yuan Qinghua Guiguzi Descending Mountain Picture Jars.

Li Jia hurriedly replied.

"Mr. Lin, yes, there is such a batch of goods!"

"In the fifth year of the year, at the overseas Gasted auction, the Yuan Qinghua Guiguzi Xiashan Tu Jar was sold at a price equivalent to 230 million, which immediately caused a sensation in the entire antique world, and at that time, the market of Yuan Qinghua exploded all of a sudden!"

"At that time, in order to expand our business, we stopped all other imitation businesses and went all out to make Yuan Qinghua."

"Among them, in August and September of the fifth year, the Lord made a batch of Yuan blue and white Guiguzi descending mountain picture jars."

"I remember that at that time, it was custom-made by a southern boss."

"I estimate that he took those Yuan blue and white jars, which should be sold as antiques, after all, the Guiguzi Descending Mountain Picture Jar was so popular at that time, and many people were in the market, desperately trying to find the same style!"

"After all, if you find it, it's enough to eat for a lifetime!"

"Before and after, the boss ordered two batches of goods."

"In total, there are 200 jars."

"We made more than 600 clay embryos at that time, fired 300 of them, and finally, we selected 200 of them and delivered them to the boss in two batches, and the boss was very satisfied with the two batches at that time."

At this point, Lin Feng asked.

"Do you have the boss's information?"

Li Jia shook his head.

"No, this is the rule of our Zhao Li Village, no matter who orders the goods, we don't ask each other's background."

"When it is delivered, it is also in cash."

Antique counterfeiting is a shady industry, and this rule can reassure buyers that Li Jia doesn't know the background of the boss, which is normal.

After Li Jia finished speaking, Lin Feng continued to ask.

"Where are the remaining 100 jars?"

Li Jia thought for a moment and replied.

"I think it's all taken care of, this, it's been years, and I don't know. However, the market was very hot at the time, and I guess those jars, as long as they are in good condition, will not be kept!"

However, Zhao Jinshan next to him reminded.

"Second master, half of the jars went out, and the remaining fifty, I remember, have been in the storeroom all along."

At that time, the Yuan Qinghua fever was fast, and it was going fast, and the tuyere of about a year or two passed all at once.

A moment later.

Zhao Jinshan and Li Jia took Lin Feng to the old warehouse.

In the last corner of the warehouse, there were a large number of jars wrapped in straw ropes, Zhao Jinshan went over and opened one, and inside was the kind of Yuan blue and white Guiguzi descending mountain picture jar.

Lin Feng took it and turned it over for Zhao Jinshan to see.

"Familiar?"

Zhao Jinshan was stunned for a moment and said.

"Familiar!"

"This ...... Isn't this the blue and white jar that was attached to my second brother's stomach when he died?"

Lin Feng said.

"That killer has a habit of elegance, and when he kills, he likes to leave a big pot of blue and white at the scene of the murder. Not only when Zhao Shuiwang died, but also the Yuan Qinghua jar from your Zhaoli Village appeared at the murder scene, and some other murder scenes also appeared."

Zhao Jinshan turned his head to look at Li Jia.

"Second master, it seems that we are really wrong to blame Mr. Lin."

The two took this opportunity to quickly apologize to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't care about this, he just noticed that there was a pair of straw ropes thrown near the corner of this pile of Yuan blue and white jars.

This kind of straw rope is a simple packaging material used to prevent porcelain from bumping.

Lin Feng walked over, picked it up and looked at it.

There are a lot of straw ropes on the ground here.

Judging from the traces on the straw ropes, some of the straw ropes should have been untied and left in this place for a long time, but the two grass ropes on the side, one side is almost rotten, and the other side is relatively intact, obviously the grass rope that has just been untied.

That's where the killer took the pot.

can freely enter the warehouse, he is a person from Zhao Li Village.

When Lin Feng looked at these straw ropes.

He suddenly heard movement outside the warehouse window.

It was the sound of a person's breathing, and because it was close to the window, the sound of gas crashing against the window was clear.

The afterglow was swept away.

There was a pair of eyes in the crack in the glass, staring at this side.

Lin Feng turned around and rushed over there, volleying up in the air and kicking on the window. In the old warehouse, the windows were wooden glass windows, and Lin Feng's kick in the air was very fierce.

The entire window was directly kicked off by Lin Feng.

His shot was sudden.

The man outside didn't react at all at first, and he was stumbled by the wooden window that flew out!

The glass cut his shoulder.

However, when Lin Feng rushed out.

The man rolled on the ground, rushed into the grass, and ran away.

He's extremely fast.

It was faster than Zhao Yan, the master of door thieves who had fought with Lin Feng before, and he almost flashed and ran behind the other warehouses.

Lin Feng was in hot pursuit!

But when I chased after him, I only saw a back.

Lin Feng's speed was not slow, but this person was obviously more familiar with the construction branch of Zhao Li Village, the terrain was numerous, and there were many houses nearby, and his speed was fast, and he really escaped from Lin Feng's pursuit.

With this hand alone, Lin Feng could be sure that this person was a master.

It is very likely that he is the one who asks for his life, the murderer of Zhao Shuiwang, and the murderer of Lin Feng's parents!

And those big pots of Yuan blue and white that he used when he killed people were taken from here.

Because these jars have been abandoned by the market, there are many imitations from various workshops in the antique market, and there are many good ones, so these jars are worthless, so they are thrown in the corner, and no one cares.

It's been more than ten years, and a few have been taken away secretly, and no one will notice it at all.

When Zhao Jinshan and Li Jia came out of the warehouse.

The man had already run away. Look at the book

However, Lin Feng knew that he couldn't run.

Zhao Jinshan and Li Jia came over and asked what was going on outside, Lin Feng said that someone was peeking outside just now, and he was still a master, Li Jia was puzzled, saying that there was no other master in their village.

Of course, Li Jia probably didn't know the skills of the person outside.

Zhao Jinshan said again.

"Mr. Lin, I ordered it just now, and there are still 42 of the 50 Yuan blue and white jars left back then, eight less!"

Lin Feng nodded slightly, but said.

"Take me to your workshop, one by one."

Zhao Jinshan and Li Jia looked at each other, the topic changed quickly, they didn't know what Lin Feng was going to do.

But Lin Feng knew that that person was a master, and after he escaped from the warehouse just now, the safest place was to return to his post and work like an ordinary person, because he was sure that Lin Feng didn't see his appearance clearly.

Zhao Jinshan and Li Jia led the way, looking at the workshops one by one, and when they walked to the mouth of the No. C kiln, Lin Feng's eyes immediately locked on the body of a kiln burner.

Because, there is a smell of blood on his body.

Lin Feng walked towards him and said.

"Don't burn it, the person outside the warehouse just now is you!"