Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 302 There is no office
Police station.

Yergo was taking a nap—of course it wasn't because he had no work at hand and was too free.

The reason why he stayed up late last night to write a report, and didn't have time to rush home to wash and change his clothes, so he continued to work in yesterday's clothes.

Suddenly, the door of the office opened, and Yergo was startled. He quickly stood up, and stood up very straight: "Mr. Victor! I'm not being lazy!"

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

Yergo froze for a moment, turned around, and saw a civilian policewoman, and immediately cracked his mouth in embarrassment.

The policewoman snickered and said, "Okay, Mr. Victor is in the coffee shop downstairs, and he told you to come over. He seems to be receiving someone, and his face is quite serious... um, but , His expression has not been very friendly."

"Guest?" Yergo was taken aback, then walked out with doubts.

He quickly ran down the stairs and found the coffee shop. In the corner here, Yergo caught sight of Victor's back.When he walked over, he also saw the so-called 'receptionist' as the policewoman said.

It's a typical oriental face, black hair, and wearing a black coat... Thirty?
The look in this man's eyes made Yergo suddenly feel a strange pressure.

At this time, Victor also turned around and said to Yergo, "Stop standing, sit down. Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ye Yan from Lyon, France. He has something to do. Ask you carefully, and you can answer honestly later.”

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

"Do you still 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 have known each other since then."

"Oh..." Yergo sat down cautiously. Although they are different systems, they are essentially doing things to extinguish crimes. Yergo quickly adjusted his mentality, "I don't know Mr. Ye Is there anything you want to ask me?"

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

Only able to converse in English.

He was indeed Ye Yan. Ye Yan, who came to Moscow directly from France overnight, only made him do this because of a message from Victor.

"I want to know about that 'corpse'." Ye Yan said seriously: "Mr. Yergo, please describe the whole thing to me. Listen, Mr. Yergo, this is very important to me. It is very important to say that it is even more important to our headquarters over there, I hope you can pay attention to everything!"

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

Seeing Victor gave him a look of acquiescence, Yergo hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay, Mr. Ye, you can ask me now."

"That person, why did he become like this?"

Yergo recalled: "I remember, at that time, he seemed to take out a needle from his body, and then stuck it towards his neck..."

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

"Yeah." Yergo nodded and said, "His body began to swell after that, I'm sure of that."

Ye Yan nodded, heaved a sigh of relief, but also squinted his eyes, "Finally... I found some clues about those guys."

Yergo... Yergo has been in a daze anyway.

……

After asking a question and a scene repeatedly for more than ten times, Ye Yan left as if satisfied.

Said there were other things to do.

Leave Yergo and Victor alone.

Yergo couldn't help hesitating: "Mr. Victor... Well, let's reveal this matter in private, isn't it a bit..."

"It's not a private disclosure." Victor said calmly: "There are a lot of things involved behind this matter, and it won't be clear for a while. But after a while, you will gradually get in touch with it."

"what?"

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

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

"France is recruiting manpower recently. About a month ago, when I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if there was any good guy to recommend. Of course, it was probably just casual talk at that time, but I I recommend you."

"Victor, Mr. Victor!"

"Listen." Victor said indifferently: "Don't follow me...Following me has no future, because I don't know how the road will go in the future. 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 for a bit of experience. 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 civil servant...a demotion in disguise.

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

"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 long time, there was no response, which made him look around suspiciously.

When his eyes turned to the moment behind him, Yakov jumped up in horror, "You... who are you!"

"Mr. Curator of the Art Museum, you blamed me for stealing the painting before, and you forgot who I am so quickly?"

The black leather jacket should be a woman, but with a black clown hood, she can't see her appearance.

Yakov frowned and said, "You...are you the real F&C?"

While guarding, he quietly backed away.

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

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

"Where is the real "The Lady with No Name"?"

""The Girl Without a Name"? This, hasn't this been sent back to the art museum?" Yakov said in a cold sweat.

"After the reopening today, I also went to have a look." Under the clown's hood, Vera sneered: "But I used some special equipment to scan... You know, your kind of paint, if you use it There will be some changes in the light. I, but it took me two whole days to experiment with the intensity of this light."

"I, I don't know what you're talking about!" Yakov turned his head away.

"Really?" Vera continued with a sneer, "Then shall I go to the art gallery to take a photo of the so-called real "Unknown Girl"? I think something interesting will happen. Oh right , I also found some interesting things in your house, which seem to be documents about the use of funds for the renovation of the art gallery."

"You..." Yakov took a deep breath and said, "No, let's talk about it. You just want the real painting, but I can tell you that it's not in my hands. It's... It was Yefim who threatened me, so I had to do this! After the painting was finished, 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 gallery It may be fake, but I can only pretend not to know."

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

"I really don't know!"

"Really? The so-called real painting... But why did I get it, and it turned out to be just a 'made-in-china'?"

"I, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Vera didn't bother to continue talking, and directly pressed the person on the table, took out a handful and nailed it to the table at once - next to the face of the curator of the art gallery.

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

Yakov was shocked at this moment, and quickly said: "The painting... the painting is still with me! I, I know that Yefim is a guy who doesn't do art at all, and he would never think that I would dare to hand over the painting to him. I did the swap before... I was just fighting, I really owed too much gambling debt, I can only fight this one, you know, this family is maintained by my income..."

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

"The study...behind the bookshelf in the study."

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

After Vera's threat, Yakov could only tear open the greased paper without complaining, and took out the contents.

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

He shattered the picture frame at once—in front of Vera!
Vera was surprised by this guy's actions... Could it be that he intends to destroy the evidence?But he was willing to do this real "The Nameless Girl"?

But soon, Vera finally knew why Yakov showed such a broken expression.

Behind this so-called real "Unknown Girl" that he swiped back, there is also: made-in-china.

"How could this happen! Where are my paintings? Where are my paintings! Where are my paintings?!! Who stole my paintings!!!" Yakov frantically rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the study.

Vera looked at it for a while, and seeing this guy's appearance, it seemed that he had been put together... So where is it really painted?
"No clue at all!"

Ms. Vera, who had a gloomy face, turned the window and left helplessly, just in time to see Yakov's wife and children driving back, and subconsciously sneered: "I don't even know that my family is attending the party today, so I'm ashamed to say it's for the sake of it." Family, hey."

At this time, Vera's phone rang.

"Boss Vera, the identity of the wolf species you rescued in the manor has been found... its name is Yergo, and it is a small detective in Moscow. However, I found out that he seems to have bought a plane ticket to France tomorrow. "

"France?" Vera was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Vika, you have worked hard during this time, 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 plane at three o'clock in the afternoon okay?"

……

……

knocking.

It rang in front of the office of the deputy editor of the most gossip magazine in the city.

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

Pear walked in with difficulty.

Why is it quite difficult?
This place is like a mass grave, and it is also full of the residual smell of various instant noodles.

Lizi looked at the desk that was even more messy, and couldn't help but sighed: "Sister Ren, why do I feel that Luo Qiu is not here these few weeks, your life is like falling into hell, you work overtime every day and don't go home, Are you still sleeping here?"

Ren Ziling yawned, "I still haven't washed my clothes for five days, would you like to wash them for me?"

"No!" Lizi quickly pinched her nose and waved her hands.

Ren Ziling gave Li Zi the third finger in the order, before she stretched and said, "What's the matter, 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 a courier!"

"express delivery?"

"That's right." Lizi nodded and said, "It looks like a painting, right? International courier, from Moscow...it should be a souvenir from Luo Qiu!"

"What the hell do I... send me a painting? I can't eat it!"

"Then...then I threw it away?"

"I threw you first!!"

……

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

Deputy editor-in-chief Ren twisted his neck while drinking coffee to refresh himself. He always felt that he hadn't slept at home these days, and he felt uncomfortable...Sleep at home and wake up refreshed every day. Sure enough, the bed at home is the best supplement Vitality!
Ren Ziling, who looked at the oil painting for a long time but couldn't find anything, wrinkled her nose, and casually put the oil painting under the wall of the office.

""The Girl With No Name"? Such a strange name!"

But if you think about it, that's probably the case with art, right?

But when she looked at her garbage dump-like office, she always felt that even if an oil painting was added here, it wouldn't improve much.
"This looks like a special product in a tourist area. How can it be compelling?" Ren Ziling shook her head and said, "Maybe it's 'made-in-china'!"

(End of this chapter)