In the east side hall of Shufangzhai, Pan Wenxiang sat crookedly at the old kang table with his head scattered, and a fat orange cat curled up on his lap. If it weren't for a laptop on the table, this picture would be a bit like some scenes in Qing court dramas.

Ai Yu crossed the threshold with a takeaway bag and said in surprise: "Where did the cat come from?" ”

"The wild cat in the courtyard outside, it's the first generation of Internet celebrities. I didn't recognize life at all, and when I saw the door of this house open, I swaggered in, probably trying to rub the air conditioner. Pan Wenxiang didn't raise his head, and was busy typing on the keyboard, "It's done!" ”

The blue-green screen full of codes has changed dramatically, replaced by a satellite map, on which red dots are flashing one after another.

These red dots are the result of Ai Yu and Pan Wenxiang's overnight stay yesterday, and they had been working overtime for three days in a row before that.

There is no other shortcut to finding a bucket hat, but to compare the information of tourists one by one, find people with similar backgrounds, and continue to track.

Fortunately, the person in charge of the museum's security department patted his chest and assured that the museum put in 80,000 tourists every day, all of whom had to check their identity documents, and there was absolutely no fish that slipped through the net. Even Ai Yu and the policemen who came to investigate the case had to register before they could be released.

In other words, the fisherman's hat must have registered his identity information when he "entered the palace" on the day!

And because Liao Liangjun firmly believes that the fisherman's hat is an international friend, after Xu Zhen got the tourist information, he first screened out those male tourists who "entered the palace" with passports and green cards, and there were nearly 10,000 people.

Ai Yu stayed up with him until his eyes were full of stars, and then brought Pan Wenxiang, a strong soldier in science and technology, to help, and finally locked up a suspect.

Originally, Xu Zhen wanted to gather forces to inspect the other 70,000 tourists, but Pan Wenxiang actually hit a wall when he carefully investigated this Japanese named Guan Shengxin.

Sister Pan is a natural anti-backbone, and because she is jealous of the secret service team's supreme secrecy authority, she has developed a set of reverse investigation procedures by herself.

No matter what she checks, she is used to going to the intranet to try it first.

If a red pop-up warning appears after the search, it means that the search condition is listed in the Special Service Team.

Guan Shengxin's three words are like this, and the gang of people in the Dongcheng Branch suddenly became interested. They don't bother to track down other directions, and they are bent on finding out the surname.

A person who is qualified to file in the special service team is by no means an ordinary commodity.

Either he has special abilities, or he has special forces, and at worst, he is a key person who has the ability to affect local stability.

The surname Seki is not unknown in the island country, and the Kamakura period Seki was famous for his sword-making skills. For hundreds of years, the samurai of the island nation have been proud to own swords. During World War II, this family did not rest, and they took over the production of the little devil's war knife. After the war, Kwan was lucky enough to escape the purge and turned around and joined the Jockey Club, where he made special knives for hoof loaders.

Pan Wenxiang checked all the public information, and could only get Guan Shengxin's height, weight, educational background, and property distribution. This person is not good-looking, but he is a strong contender for the next head of the Guan family.

Xu Zhen had already gone to negotiate with the customs, wanting to confirm Guan Shengxin's entry and exit time and find out if he was still in the country at the moment.

What Pan Wenxiang is doing is outlining the trajectory of this person's movements, so that Ai Yu can arrest people. As long as it can be confirmed that those three fingerprints are Guan Shengxin's, this case is equivalent to being solved.

"Wait, let alone an hour or two before the results are available. At that time, we will be able to know where Guan Shengxin has stayed in the past six months. Pan Wenxiang pushed the notebook aside contentedly and took out the lighter with great speed.

Seeing this, Ai Yu hurriedly snatched the dangerous object, "Sister, you can't smoke here!" ”

The Forbidden City is non-smoking, or fire-free, to be precise. Over the centuries, there have been dozens of fires in this building, large and small, and every owner shuddered at the mention of the word fire.

Although the people in this courtyard will not detain the police and prevent smoking, if they really burn a scar on the pear blossom kang table in the Kangxi period in front of them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It's just you." Pan Wenxiang pursed his lips, turned around and took out an e-cigarette from his backpack, "Alas, why did you say that this little man surnamed Guan went to the trouble of stealing our bronzes?" He is not short of money. ”

Ai Yu shook her head, she had some vague guesses in her heart, and she felt ridiculous when she thought about it carefully.

Zeng Hou Zun Pan was strange, the purpose was unknown, and it was incompatible with Chinese cultural traditions, and the appearance of Guan Shengxin opened up another idea for Ai Yu.

Perhaps, it was neither a drinking utensil nor a ritual vessel.

Pan Wenxiang knew that she had thoughts in her heart as soon as she saw Ai Yu's face, but this girl was rigorous to the point of outrageousness, and she never said uncertain things.

"Hello? Isn't it okay to make small talk? Do you understand divergent thinking?! ”

"It's nothing, I just suspect that the set of plates is not domestic." Ai Yu pointed to the packaged meal, "The fried noodles you want, if you don't eat them again, you will have to eat them." ”

"Could it be that it is still offered by the Japanese state?" Pan Wenxiang stared at the beads of his eyes and did not give up.

Ai Yu had to continue to explain: "In the Zhou Dynasty, there was a royal family with a different surname who was made a marquis, and the fief was in Suizhou, which was later the Jingchu area. That Hou Jun is surnamed Zeng. ”

"What you said, it can't be Zeng Hou, right?"

"I'm just guessing that there is no Zeng State in the history books, but there is Sui Guo. Next to the state of Chu, this country is not only very rich but also located in the Yangtze River basin. If there is a connection with the Japanese state, it is not impossible. ”

Pan Wenxiang stirred and fried the noodles while breaking his fingers to calculate the age, "It is possible, the Wa Kingdom in the Western Zhou Dynasty was our tributary state." But if you want to make an offering, it is also for the Zhou royal family, how old is the country? ”

"It's not an easy country." Ai Yu stretched out his hand and fished the big orange from Pan Wenxiang, this guy has sixteen or seventeen pounds to say the least, and whoever has so much more weight in his arms can't eat well.

"The State of Chu was ranked among the Seven Heroes of the Warring States, and later among the Five Hegemons, needless to say how powerful they fought the war. But King Wu of Chu fought Suiguo three times, but he failed. In the end, it was swallowed by encroaching on the small neighboring countries. ”

The hard power of the cold weapon era is nothing more than population and weapons. The population of the country cannot be compared to the state of Chu, and it can only be relied on weapons to survive under the nose of the state of Chu for so many years.

Where did this weapon come from?

The Guan family has been undefeated for thousands of years, and it is only believed that there is no way to believe it. Their family has been a swordsmith for generations, what can make the next head of the family a thief himself?

"Could it be that the plate has something to do with weapons?"

Pan Wenxiang blurted out, and then felt ridiculous, opened the album on the table and shook his head: "What kind of magic weapon can this thing be?" It is even more impossible to say that it is a paradigm mold. ”

Ai Yu lowered his head and scratched his chin for Da Tang, inexplicably remembering the first time he saw Shen Lao.

"It's inconspicuous, but no one can see through it."

"The ancestors are divine, and the magic is not comparable to later generations."

"If you want me to say, the more inexplicable it is, the better it is."