British 1986

He picked up the thing by the back of his neck with one hand. Allen was still very rare for the little pet sent by Ceylon this time. He didn't expect to be able to get this thing.

In my impression, no matter it is a kitten or a puppy, as long as it is held by the back of the neck, noisy little things will calm down, but the little thing in Allen's hand is a bit strange, although it is held by the back of the neck. , but it has no intention of quieting down at all.

Staring at a pair of sapphire-like cataract eyes, with his mouth wide open, and his two paws thrashing around, Allen was just about to tease him, but this gadget took a bite just by the feeling. If Allen hadn't reacted quickly, his fingers would have almost Take a bite from it.

"Ouch!"

"Oh shit, this little thing is quite violent. Where did they get it from? What kind is it?"

Although she looked fierce, her fierce and fierce look attracted Alan's liking even more. He liked something more lively, and he couldn't be like that stupid bird like Xiao Huang, who only eats and sleeps all day long, which is not interesting at all.

"Boss, they contacted a crew who was filming a documentary in Russia recently and spent some money to get it."

Ceylon put his hands in front of his body with good etiquette, and explained with a smile: "The situation there is still a bit chaotic recently. Many people don't care about anything for money. Large beasts like this are very popular with wealthy people from outside, and they take all kinds of risks. There are also many poachers in the cave. Its mother seemed to have been killed by poachers. When the crew found it, there were the remains of two other tiger cubs in the cave. This little thing is said to be very ferocious and should have been eaten by poachers. I barely managed to get through it because of others of my own kind.”

"???"

Looking at the little guy who was only no longer than an elbow, Allen finally figured out that this was the famous Siberian Gold Gradient. In theory, this thing could be considered a cat, right?

Moreover, it is the largest living cat. Doesn’t this just meet my requirements? !

I just didn’t expect that this little thing would have such a story.

Why? wrong!

Thinking back to what Ceylon said just now, this little thing was actually a tigress that was killed by poachers and survived by hiding in its den and eating its own kind. In addition, there were three tiger cubs in their den, so what?

Such a familiar scene? !

Why does this thing sound a bit like Biao?

In the Northeast, there used to be a legend that if a tigress gave birth to three cubs in a litter, she would most likely not be able to raise so many cubs. Under such circumstances, in order to keep more cubs alive, the tigress would often One of the weakest cubs will be abandoned.

But if this abandoned and weakest tiger cub survives and grows up, then its character will be very cruel. Not only is it cruel, but it is also very vindictive.

The first thing it did when it grew up was to kill the other two tigers it had in the same nest to avenge its abandonment.

Anyway, there are different opinions in various places, and the general meaning may be somewhat different, but the records about things like Biao have somewhat legendary meanings.

Now, although the little guy he is carrying in his hand is not a tiger that was abandoned, it survived by actively eating the tiger cubs in the same nest. In this rounding, it can be considered a tiger, right?

With such an identity and background, Allen looked at the little tiger in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

He has always had the dream of holding Huang on his left and Qing Cang on the other. When he first raised Xiao Huang, he named Xiao Huang because his fur was yellowish brown when he was a child. Who knew that he would become whiter and whiter as he grew up? This name Somewhat unworthy of the name.

Now he finally has a real Xiao Huang, no, this time it will be called Da Huang!

When Rhubarb grew up, I heard that Siberian tigers need a large territory. Allen's house happens to have a lot of land. The castle is next to the national reserve. If you are hungry, you can go in and eat whatever you want. There is not even a large carnivore in the reserve. It’s all deer, rabbits and the like. Isn’t this just like a buffet?

When I think about hunting with this thing in the future, when Rhubarb roars in front of me, there is no need for bodyguards to drive away the prey. There is only one in the reserve. What kind of thing can't stop people from jumping around?

"Haha, okay, okay, okay! I like this pet I picked very much. Little Shitou, please tell me to go down and prepare some food for this little guy. Hey? What should I feed this little guy Ceylon?"

Just as he was about to ask someone to prepare food, Allen suddenly remembered that it was also his first time raising a tiger. He had no experience and didn't know how to feed it.

"Boss, I have asked relevant experts. Siberian tigers have a very mixed diet. Although they are carnivores, due to climate reasons, food is relatively scarce and they are basically not picky about food. A tiger cub of its age can drink milk or Eat some broth or something, but this one seems to already know how to eat meat."

"Okay, go prepare the milk and broth. Follow me from now on and we will have meat for every meal!"

Allen raised the little tiger and happily brought it to his face for a kiss. Before he could kiss, a smell of fishy smell mixed with the smell of urine came to his nostrils, just like the toilet in the school toilet during summer vacation. There was an old-fashioned mop stained with urine sitting on the wall. It had been left there for more than a month and had not been touched. It had become dry again. When I picked it up suddenly, there was still a little dampness at the bottom. That smell.

"vomit"

"Let's go, I'll give it a bath, stone, and by the way, let me prepare a collar and get a name tag on it, with the name Rhubarb engraved on it!"

"yes!"

Little Shitou also stared curiously at the novelty in Allen's hand. After Allen finished explaining, he looked at Little Tiger again reluctantly before going out.

London, front entrance of Harrods department store.

Four or five high-society ladies had just come out from shopping, and the cold outside did not affect their elegant dress at all.

Ghislaine Maxwell is a new socialite in London's rich world in the past two years. Not long ago, she was received by the Queen along with her father. Because of this incident, this woman successfully rose to the top and became popular in the circle of celebrities. Got a handful.

Because she has Jewish ancestry and other miscellaneous ancestry, Ghislaine Maxwell has jet black hair, a strong nose, very beautiful facial features, and a slim figure. Every time she goes shopping with several other "sisters" , can cause some paparazzi to take pictures.

Of course, for these celebrities, they don't hate these photos. They spend a lot of time dressing up before going out, isn't it just for this moment?

There were three or four huge paper bags on her left arm, and her right hand was in her pocket. The cold wind blew her black hair across her face. Ghislaine Maxwell was shivering from the cold. The expression on her face remained unchanged, and her neck was raised slightly. She twisted her eyes and turned her eyes to the car that picked her up and stopped on the side of the road on time. Her steps unconsciously accelerated slightly. She didn't even look carefully when she reached the car. She opened the door and got in.

As soon as the car door closed, Ghislaine Maxwell looked at the middle-aged man in the left seat with a surprised look on his face.

The driver would not sit in the back seat. She had always sat in the back by herself. Today.

"Ghislaine Maxwell?"

"Who are you?"

Ghislaine Maxwell was a little confused by the voice. Maybe it was because of the cold or fear. Anyway, her voice was slightly trembling.

"drive!"

Seeing that the target was confirmed, the middle-aged man first said to drive, then put away the pistol pointed at Ghislaine Maxwell. When a black Ford passed in front, the car behind him followed the Ford. , merged into the traffic flow.

"Let me introduce myself first."

The middle-aged man turned his face, looked at Ghislaine Maxwell with a smile and said: "I guess you are not interested in knowing my identity. Just call me Mr. Crown. I am here mainly to consult you on some questions. I hope you can Try to cooperate as much as possible, we don’t want to hurt you.”

Only then did Ghislaine Maxwell realize that the person sitting in the passenger seat seemed to have been motionless, and the person driving the car was not the driver she knew!

She belatedly discovered that she seemed to have been kidnapped.

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"You want money? I'll give you as much as you want!"

Ghislaine Maxwell didn't hesitate at all. She was glamorous outside, but her family knew about her affairs. Although she was a socialite, this socialite was only limited to the wealthy world, that is, the civilian world. In Britain, In a place full of nobles, there are many more powerful and high-status people than her family. And in a place like this, the criminals who dare to kidnap her are probably much stronger than the outside world!

Since someone dared to steal the car and drove directly to pick her up, they must be confident. In order to avoid suffering, she didn't care about money at all.

"Haha. Miss Ghislaine, we are not here for money. We just want to find out some questions from you. Don't be afraid. Can I start asking questions now?"

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Ghislaine was even more confused by what he said. He glanced at the man who called himself Kerang carefully and said, "Okay, you can ask."

"Your father died a few days ago, aren't you sad at all?"

Ghislaine almost cursed when Crown asked her first question.

She knew that her father was dead, and he died in a strange way.

But for her, who is still a little girl in her twenties, what is there to be sad about?

From the time she can remember, she may not be able to see her father once a month. In her mind, the name of father is roughly equivalent to a cash machine. He will only be called when he collects living expenses every month. She remembered.

"I don't have a deep relationship with him, so there's nothing to be sad about."

"Haha, okay, please give me my condolences. Second question, did your father leave anything with you? For example, some documents or a share agreement?"

"No! He rarely comes to my place. The last time he came was several years ago."

"oh?"

Crown frowned, this was somewhat different from what he had investigated.

"Can you tell me specifically what year he last visited you and what he did then? Do you still have any impressions?"

"I" Miss Ghislaine looked sad, but looking at the smile on Crown's face, she still tried her best to smile and said: "Wait a moment, I remember. It seems to be 86 years? Or 85 years? Anyway, it was a long time ago I was still young at that time, and he gave me an oil painting for my birthday, but it was his portrait, and I didn’t like it. After that, he rarely came to see me."

"Oh?" When he heard the oil painting, Krone's eyes suddenly flashed. He felt that this oil painting might be what he was looking for.

"Where's that oil painting? Did you lose it?"

"That's not true. I hung it on the wall of the storage room. Do you want this oil painting? I can give it to you."

"Haha, please come with me to pick up this oil painting. Also, take a look at these photos to see if there is anyone you know."

With a satisfied smile on his face, Crown took out a few photos from his pocket and handed them to Ghislaine.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Come in!"

Rex was wearing reading glasses and was looking at a large amount of information attentively. These were all kinds of messy news collected from all over the past few days.

After these had been screened several times, the remaining information that needed to be screened by him personally was all "related" to this case.

"Chief, Sheriff Vaughan from Pembrokeshire is here to visit you. He said he has made an appointment with you."

"oh?"

When Rex heard Vaughn's name, he put down the document, took off his glasses and rubbed his brows, saying, "I understand, let him come in."

"Hahaha, Rex! I haven't seen you for a few years, but you still look good, tsk tsk tsk. This police uniform you put on really complements each other. You are indeed the iron-blooded detective of Wales!"

Vaughn arrived before anyone else arrived. He smiled naturally and kept his posture low. The first thing he said when they met was a compliment.

After hearing these words, Rex stood up with satisfaction and said with a smile on his face: "Old classmate, I really haven't seen you in a few years. Hey, I have been busy every day in the past few years, and it's all the things you have told me. I don’t even have time to spend with my children now, it’s really… ugh.”

Vaughn's face began to twitch slightly as he listened to Rex's complaints. He wanted to shout, since you don't want to be busy, why not leave it to me? I want to be busy, and I'm willing to be as busy as I want!

What? Don’t have time to spend with your kids? I don’t want my child anymore! I am dedicated to my work!

"Ahaha, that's a lot of work. I haven't seen you for a few years. Your reputation as Director Rex is..."

"Hahaha, sit down, sit down!"

Rex pointed to the reception area in the office and personally led Vaughn to his seat.

If you haven’t contacted an old classmate for a few years, it’s best to put aside the relationship that existed back then and say nothing.

Others. If you suddenly get in touch later, it’s most likely two things, either getting married or wanting to borrow money!

But at their age, they have already been married, and of course they are unlikely to borrow money. Now is the time, so...

After Rex exchanged some polite words with Vaughn, he looked serious and said, "Vaughn, you came to my place in person today. Did you find anything there?"

"Hahaha, as expected, it has to be you, Rex. Back then, I thought you were the most capable among our classmates. Now, before I said anything, you guessed it. My The border jurisdiction did find some situations.”

Vaughan put down the document bag he had been carrying, took out a stack of information and a few photos from it, handed the photos to Rex, and then introduced: "Since Your Excellency handed over the task, these days I didn’t even sleep a wink, I kept searching the area with all my strength, and finally I found a breakthrough, look!”