Trafford’s Trading Club

police station.

Of course, Yergo was taking a nap not because he had no work at hand and was too free.

He stayed up late last night and just finished writing a report. He didn't have time to rush home to wash and change clothes, so he just continued to work in yesterday's clothes.

Suddenly, the door of the office opened suddenly, and Yergo was startled. He quickly stood up and stood unusually straight: "Mr. Victor! I'm not slacking off!"

"Well...I'm not Mr. Victor."

Yergo was stunned, turned around, and saw a civilian policewoman, and his mouth suddenly broke in embarrassment.

The policewoman snickered and said: "Okay, Mr. Victor is in the coffee shop downstairs. He asked you to come over. He seems to be receiving someone, and his face is quite serious... Well, but , his face has never been very friendly."

"Guest?" Yergo was stunned for a moment, then walked out with doubts.

He quickly ran down the stairs and found the coffee shop. In the corner, Yergo saw Victor's back. When he walked over, he saw what the policewoman called a 'receptionist'.

He has a typical oriental face, black hair, and a black coat... He is in his thirties?

The look in this man's eyes made Yergo suddenly feel a strange pressure.

At this time, Victor also turned around and said to Ye Ergo: "Stop standing, sit down. Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Ye Yan from Lyon, France. He knows something about something. I’ll ask you carefully, and you’ll just have to answer honestly later.”

Speaking of Lyon, France... Yergo suddenly realized something. He looked at Victor and Ye Yan in shock, "Mr. Victor, this..."

"Do you remember the arrest of an Italian drug trafficker in Moscow two years ago?" Victor smiled and said: "That was a joint operation, and this guy and I started to know each other from that time."

"Oh..." Yergo sat down cautiously. Although they were in different systems, they were essentially doing the work of exterminating evil. Yergo quickly adjusted his mentality, "I don't know, Mr. Ye Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Then let me get straight to the point." Ye Yan smiled and said... Of course Lao Ye doesn't know how to speak Russian.

Can only converse in English.

He was indeed Ye Yan. Ye Yan, who came directly from France to Moscow overnight, did this just because of a piece of news from Victor.

"I want to know about the 'corpse'." Ye Yan said sternly: "Mr. Yergo, please describe to me the whole thing. Listen, Mr. Yergo, this doesn't matter to me. It's very important, but it's even more important to our headquarters over there. I hope you can handle everything in detail!"

Yergo glanced at Victor subconsciously... Although Interpol sounds like a very prestigious profession, they actually don't have the power to directly request information from other police systems.

But when Victor gave him a look of acquiescence, Yergo hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Okay, Mr. Ye, you can ask me now."

"Why did that person become like this?"

Yergo recalled: "I remember that at that time he seemed to have taken out a syringe from his body, and then inserted it into his neck..."

Ye Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you sure? Is it really an injection?"

"Yeah." Yergo nodded and said, "His body started to expand after that, I'm sure of this."

Ye Yan nodded, breathed out, but also squinted his eyes, "Finally... I found some clues about those guys."

Yergo... Yergo has been confused anyway.

…

After asking one question and one scene over and over again more than ten times, Ye Yan left as if he was satisfied.

He said he had other things to do.

Only Yergo and Victor were left.

Yergo couldn't help but hesitated and said: "Mr. Victor... Now, let's reveal this matter in private. Isn't it a bit..."

"It's not a private disclosure." Victor said calmly: "There are many things involved behind this matter, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. But in the future, you will gradually come into contact with it."

"ah?"

Victor suddenly took out a ticket from his suit: "This is your ticket to France tomorrow, along with your transfer letter."

"Huh? Mr. Victor, I don't quite understand."

"The French side has been replenishing manpower recently. About a month ago, when I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if there was any good guy I could recommend. Of course, it was just casual talk at that time, but I I recommend you."

"V-Mr. Victor!"

"Listen." Victor said calmly: "Don't follow me... There is no future in following me, because I don't know what the future will bring. I may not be able to go on, but I may be able to go on. But no matter what, it's always good for you to go outside and experience it. Of course, you can also refuse to go. I'm not forcing you to do anything. But if you choose to stay, I will apply to transfer you to the evidence room. .”

This is becoming a civilian position...a demotion in disguise.

"I...can I not think about it? I think I need some time to digest it."

"Not too long."

…

…

Yakov returned home after a busy day.

He sat directly on the sofa and called his wife's name, but after calling for a while, there was no response, which made him look around in confusion.

The moment his eyes turned behind him, Yakov suddenly jumped up in horror, "You...who are you!"

"Mr. Director of the Art Museum, you blamed me for stealing paintings before, but you have forgotten who I am so quickly?"

Wearing black leather clothes, she should be a woman, but she is wearing a black clown hood, so her appearance cannot be seen.

Yakov frowned and said: "You...are you real?"

He was on guard while retreating quietly.

"If I were you, the best choice now is to stay still... Otherwise, I don't know what's going on in the room right now. Oh, I'm talking about what will happen to your wife and your children."

"What do you want to do!" Yakov was startled, surprised and angry.

"Where is the real Lady with No Name?"

"'The Unknown Girl'? This, hasn't this been sent back to the museum?" Yakov said in a cold sweat.

"After reopening today, I also went to take a look." Under the clown hood, Vera sneered: "But I used some special equipment to scan it... You know, if your paint is used There will be some changes if the light is used. It took me two full days to test the intensity of this light."

"I, I don't know what you said!" Yakov turned his head.

"Really?" Vera continued to sneer: "Then do you want me to go to the art museum and take a picture of the so-called real "Unknown Girl"? I think something interesting will happen. Oh, by the way. , I also found some interesting things at your house, which seem to be documents about the use of funds for the renovation of the art museum."

"You..." Yakov took a deep breath and said, "No, let's talk. You just want the real painting, but I can tell you, he is not in my hands. It's... It was Yefim who blackmailed me, so I had to do this! After the painting came out, I gave it to him directly! So, I don’t know where the painting is now! Although I also doubt the one in the art museum It might be fake, but I can only pretend not to know."

Vera suddenly walked in front of Yakov, and said in a harsh voice modulated by a voice changer: "Mr. Curator, you know, I don't have a very good reputation... so what on earth will I do? It’s hard for me to imagine coming out.”

"I really don't know!"

"Really? The so-called real painting... But why did it turn out to be just a 'made-in-hina' after I got it?"

"I-I don't know what you said..."

Vera was too lazy to continue talking, so she directly pressed the person on the table, took out a handful of knives and nailed it to the table next to the face of the museum director.

"I said, I said! Don't kill me! I said it all!"

Yakov was shocked at this time and said quickly: "The painting...the painting is still here with me! I, I know that Yefim is a guy who doesn't do art at all, and he would not have thought that I would dare to give the painting to him. The previous contract swap... I was just trying my best. I really owed too much gambling debt, so I could only try this hard. You know, this family relies on my income to support..."

"I'm not interested in hearing about your family affairs. Where is the painting?"

"Study...behind the bookshelf in the study."

Vera caught the person in the study and asked Yakov to push the bookshelf away. Sure enough, he found a painting wrapped in oil paper here.

After Vera's threat, Yakov could only tear open the oil paper without complaint and take out the contents.

But when the painting was unfolded, Yakov showed a strange expression, "How could this happen! How could this happen!"

He smashed the frame in front of Vera in one fell swoop!

Vera was surprised by this guy's behavior...could he be planning to destroy the evidence? But he was actually willing to take action on the real "Unknown Girl"?

But soon, Vera finally understood why Yakov showed such a collapsed expression.

Behind the so-called real "Unknown Girl" that he brought back, there is also something impressive: made-in-hina.

"How could this happen! Where's my painting? Where's my painting! Where's my painting?! Who stole my painting!!!" Yakov went crazy and rummaged through the cabinets in the study.

Vera looked at it for a while, and from the look of this guy, it seemed that he had been set up... So where was it really painted?

"No clue at all!"

Miss Vera, who looked unhappy, reluctantly climbed out of the window and left. She happened to see Yakov's wife and children driving back. She subconsciously sneered: "I didn't even know that my family was attending the party today, so I had the nerve to say that for Family, hey.”

At this time, Vera's phone rang.

"Boss Vera, the identity of the wolf you rescued in the manor has been found... his name is Yergo, and he is a young agent from Moscow. However, I found out that he seems to have bought a ticket to fly to France tomorrow. "

"France?" Vera was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Vika, you have worked hard during this period. Let's go to France for vacation."

"...Are you sure it's because of vacation??!!!"

"I heard that French male models are very good."

"...Is the flight at three o'clock in the afternoon okay?"

…

…

knocking.

It rang in front of the office door of the deputy editor of the magazine known as the most gossipy magazine in the city.

As soon as Ren Ziling heard the knock on the door, she quickly raised her head from the pillow she was resting on, wiped her saliva, and rolled her eyes when she saw Li Zi walking in: "It's you, I thought it was the editor-in-chief. Old dirty turtle."

Li Zi walked in with difficulty.

Why is it said to be quite difficult?

It's like a mass grave here, and it's also filled with the residual smell of all kinds of instant noodles.

Li Zi looked at the even messier work desk and couldn't help but sigh: "Sister Ren, why do I feel that Luo Qiu has not been around these past few weeks? Your life seems to have fallen into hell. You work overtime every day and don't go home. Are you still sleeping here?"

Ren Ziling yawned, "My clothes have not been washed for five days. Do you want to wash them for me?"

"No need!" Lizi quickly said while pinching her nose and waving her hands.

Ren Ziling gave Li Zi the third finger, then stretched her body and said, "If you have anything to do, tell me! It's okay, let's go! I'll continue to sleep! Let me know in advance when the boss comes!"

"Sister Ren, you have express delivery!"

"express delivery?"

"Yes." Lizi nodded and said, "It seems to be a painting, right? International express, sent from Moscow... It should be a souvenir from Luo Qiu!"

"Holy shit...why send me a painting? You can't eat it!"

"Then...then I threw it?"

"I'll throw you away first!!"

…

Ren Ziling opened the package and found it was an oil painting.

Deputy Editor Ren, who was drinking coffee to refresh himself, twisted his neck. He felt like he hadn't slept at home in the past few days, and he felt uncomfortable all over... After sleeping at home, he woke up energetic every day. As expected, the bed at home was the best supplement. So energetic!

Ren Ziling looked at the oil painting for a while but couldn't figure out anything. After wrinkled her nose, she casually placed the oil painting under the wall of the office.

""The Nameless Girl"? Such a strange name!"

But if you think about it, that’s probably what art is all about, right?

But when she looked at her office, which looked like a junkyard, she always felt that even if an oil painting was added here, it would not improve the quality much?

"This looks like a specialty product from a tourist area. How can it be so special?" Ren Ziling shook her head and said, "Maybe it's still 'made-in-hina'!" (To be continued.)