the world is at stake

"Did you offend someone recently?" The other party asked the same topic again.

David Zhang was even more puzzled, "No. Why do you ask?"

"I heard the news, someone is asking about you. It's fine, maybe it's a customer you admire, so don't worry too much. Go to sleep." The other party hung up again after finishing speaking.

Who can sleep here?

Difficulty sleeping and eating!

David Zhang was holding the phone, his head was buzzing, as if he had fallen into the weird atmosphere of a horror movie.He thought about it, recalled his recent experience, there was really nothing special!

But before falling asleep again, the phone rang again.

This time it was an unfamiliar number, and after connecting, it was not a familiar friend or customer, but a guy with a weird accent, who opened his mouth and asked, "Is this Mr. David Zhang?"

"it's me?"

"You deal in art?"

"Yes."

"You own the David Art Gallery?"

"Correct."

"Okay, it's you."

The thoughtless call hung up again.

Anxiety is slowly growing, and it makes everyone feel hairy.

Mr. Zhang Weiwei was already fidgeting and couldn't sleep at all.Then he received late-night calls from several friends, most of whom were concerned about his recent situation, but couldn't tell what was going on.

The only thing that is clear is that someone is looking for him, and it is not a general search, but a human flesh search that has launched a network-intensive human flesh search.

In fact, it is not difficult to find David Zhang, but it is very easy.

To do business, you have to know a lot of people, especially in the art business, you need to establish a good customer relationship in order to attract repeat customers.

David Zhang is not a hermit, he is a public figure, he wished to be more famous, so that the price of the products he sold could be higher.But now the sudden phone call made him extremely uneasy, and he almost wanted to call the police.

Even David Zhang's wife began to receive calls, and many of his wife's colleagues and friends also received messages, asking about his situation in turn.

It's like a big net is slowly being tightened, and David Zhang is already at the bottom of the net, with nowhere to escape.

The couple sat on the head of the bed, looking at each other in panic.Just when they were thinking hard but couldn't find the problem, they heard that there seemed to be movement outside their villa.

Someone parked a car outside, followed by a loud noise, and then a knock on the door.

But in the knock on the door, a strange guy was faintly heard saying outside the window: "If I am here, there is no need to knock. This kind of lock, I can open it in ten seconds."

The couple lived on the second floor, and the door was right under the window.They could clearly hear the sound of the keyhole turning from the door, and sure enough, within ten seconds, the door creaked open.

Even the door chain didn't do anything, as if it had been snapped open by a rattling hook.

The couple were terrified.

David Zhang quickly stood at the window and looked out, only to see a tall figure under the door and eaves, wearing a clown mask, looking up at him.

The man was wearing a black coat, tall and burly, with a tall and straight figure.That clown mask made him look like a nocturnal ghost, which brought a huge psychological impact and could take people's minds away.

Looking at each other, David Zhang felt as if a cold sword had been pierced into his heart.He backed away in panic, and shouted to his wife: "Call the police, someone broke into the house and committed murder."

But before his wife tremblingly picked up the phone, the 'clown' outside the window jumped up, stepping on the window sill on the first floor to the window on the second floor.He punched the glass on the second floor and pushed the window in.

There was a bang, and Zhang Dawei's wife was frightened and fainted on the spot.Zhang Dawei himself trembled, staggered and leaned against the bedside table, speechless.

Outside the villa, a skinny man just opened the door with a lockpicking tool.Fatty stood behind him, shook his head and said, "You are too slow, Victor got in faster than you."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Zhou Qingfeng, who was wearing a 'clown' mask, put his finger on his mouth and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang Dawei, right? Don't be too nervous, let me ask a few questions. Is it convenient to go downstairs?"

David Zhang looked at his fainted wife, nodded numbly, but asked, "Who are you? Don't hurt us. If you want money, I can give it to you."

"Stop talking nonsense, go downstairs." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and forcefully forced Mr. Zhang, who was inexplicably implicated, to go downstairs.

The dining room of the villa has tables and chairs, and the space is just right.

Fuhrman, who was also wearing a mask, had already sat down, took out nitroglycerin from his pocket, and shouted to Fat Roger: "My long-awaited trial is about to begin again, please pour me a glass of water."

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng appear with Zhang David under his escort, the old man enthusiastically pointed to the chair opposite the dining table, "Victor, let the suspect sit across from me. Also, I forgot to bring the gavel, but this time we have a jury."

Roger poured a glass of water and put it on the table, and asked, "What jury?"

"Victor is the prosecutor, and I'm the judge. You can be the jury. Believe me, this is a great experience." The old man laughed, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that there are no lawyers."

It was obviously a scary thing, but the old man made it seem like he was acting in a third-rate sitcom, and the actors were extremely bad.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and sighed at this, patted David Zhang on the shoulder, and said, "Go and call your wife down, she can defend you as a lawyer."

Seeing that there are so many guys in the house talking about wearing masks, and there are men, women, old and young, David Zhang was puzzled, and asked in a crying voice:

"You... came out of that mental hospital?"

Chapter 029 Funny

The dining room of David Zhang's house has an area of ​​eight or nine square meters. A long table is simply set up, and the table is full of people.They are Zhou Qingfeng, Fuhrman, the fat man, the thin man, and Kasatomi.

Sophie thought it was too boring, so she didn't come.

David Zhang sat alone on a square stool, looking like a prisoner being tried.His wife was wiping away tears, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

It feels like the 'talented' Arkham Asylum didn't close its doors.

Who are these people here?

Although they all wear masks, they can't hide their body shape!

That old man in his eighties, with white hair all over his head, kept shaking after sitting down. He was not able to speak fluently, but he had the most positive attitude.

That meaty fat man is tall and strong, and he can exhaust himself to death after running a few steps with this body type, which is not a requirement for him to be a gangster.

Next to the fat man was a thin man, whose weight was estimated to be only one-third of the fat man's. He was a small dwarf.

Next to the skinny man was a girl who sounded young, and was busy working all the time, serving tea and water, arranging tables and chairs, like a maid.

The last one was the one in the black coat, who rushed up to the second floor and smashed the windows.90.00% of the team's deterrence is concentrated on him.

David Zhang sat obediently, and only asked in a low voice: "Everyone, can I contact your attending physician? Or... have you taken your medicine?"

The old man Fuhrman nodded frankly, patted his heart, and said, "I've taken the medicine, so I can start."

Sure enough, they were all mentally ill, and David Zhang really wanted to cry.

The wife elbowed her husband and said in a low voice: "You can't say they are sick, it will irritate their nerves. They should be called 'emotionally sensitive people'. Smile and make friends with them."

So the Zhang family couple squeezed out two smiling faces, which were uglier than crying.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't talk nonsense, he found David Zhang's laptop, searched the web and pushed the screen towards David Zhang, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, is this your gallery website?"

David Zhang glanced at him and nodded, "That's right. What's the matter?"

"About half a month ago, a biochemical laboratory near Johns Hopkins College moved, and you bought a batch of art from the security guard at a low price."

Zhou Qingfeng clicked a few times on the webpage, and found a photo of a marble female sculpture, "The security said that this sculpture is one of the works of art bought by you. Where is it now?"

In the process of searching for 'Masha', domestic female instructors helped to find a photo of Masha Vodianova in her teens.Zhou Qingfeng didn't know if this 'Martha' was that 'Martha', so he bit the bullet and investigated.

But the investigation was wrong at the beginning, and Katya was mistaken for 'Martha'.But the result is not bad, at least the Guo family is completely eradicated.

Then there were some hints given by Sun Luoji and Fuhrman, which turned Zhou Qingfeng's attention to Goldman himself, until he saw some artwork photos on David Zhang's website.

The appearance of one of the statues is very similar to Masha Vodianova, which is exactly what a woman looks like when she is an adult.Zhou Qingfeng was very excited by this, and fixed Zhang Dawei's eyes when he asked the question.

David Zhang glanced at the screen, nodded and said, "That's right, this is one of the artworks purchased from the 'may' lab. But I've already sold it."

"Sold to who?"

"A guy named Gray who lives on the West Side of Baltimore and is a... bar owner. He needs some decorations for his bar."

David Zhang provided an address and phone number.

Things seemed to be going well, and Zhou Qingfeng was about to leave after making a note.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the old man Fuhrman hurriedly asked, "Victor, don't you plan to investigate whether the suspect has committed other crimes?"

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't laugh or cry because of this, and wanted to persuade Fuhrman not to worry about it.But everyone else in the restaurant looked at him, as if they were not satisfied with such a hasty ending.

Faced with the accusation, Zhang Weiwei quickly argued: "Everyone, I just run a gallery, and I have never committed any crime."

These words had the opposite effect.

"Forget it." It was Fatty Roger who spoke.He shook his head and said with a sneer: "Doesn't others know who Gray is? How can I not know?

Just hearing you say the name, I know what your gallery does?You actually refer to Gray as 'the owner of the bar' lol... Gray does run the bar. "

Fuhrman was overjoyed, "As a judge, I allowed Rogge, a member of the jury, to serve as the public prosecutor."

Regarding the whereabouts of the sculpture, even Zhou Qingfeng raised his head and asked with great interest, "Who is Gray?"

"The biggest gang leader in the West Side of Baltimore." Roger sneered and revealed the truth: "Drug trafficking and pornography are Gray's biggest business."

The thin man shrugged, and interjected, "The profits from the drug business need to be laundered, otherwise the IRS will kill you without the FBI coming."

David Zhang suddenly became confused, waved his hands anxiously, and said, "No, no, you have misunderstood. I am just an art dealer, and anyone can be my client."

Roger sneered again, "Forget it, I'm still a righteous detective. But evil transactions can never be hidden from me. Art is the best money laundering, bar none.

Especially for works of art below [-] to [-] US dollars, the price is low and the quantity is large.The IRS's anti-money laundering unit is also difficult to monitor and can easily be considered an arm's length transaction.

Gray's a nigger, what art?His bar is a smoky mess, a hangout for drug addicts, what do you buy your art for, toilet paper or a urinal?

Now it comes to my mind why you like to buy statues and paintings at discounted prices and pay for them in cash.Because you can get bigger profit margins in the form of fake invoices. "

Rogge also gave Zhou Qingfeng some key science popularization.

"For example, Mr. David Zhang sold artworks to the gang leader Gray for US$[-]. After half a year, he claimed that the artworks had appreciated in value, and he helped Gray contact an anonymous overseas buyer to buy them for US$[-].

It is difficult to trace who the overseas buyer is. It may be Gray himself, and the IRS can't help.But the profits during this period are completely legal, and Gray can spend the money with confidence. "

Wow... Fuhrman applauded with exclamation, and even gave a thumbs up and boasted: "It really is a professional, and the explanation is very clear."

In the end, the old man took off his shoes, and excitedly tapped on the table, "It's great, I pronounce this man guilty."

Dawei Zhang got anxious, stood up abruptly from the square stool, and asked, "Who the hell are you? Why did you break into my house in the middle of the night? What qualifications do you have to judge me?

Just tell me if you want money, but are you kidding me?Especially this old guy, why should he be a judge?I also want to be a judge to try him for 'illegally breaking into other people's houses'. "

The old man leaned back slightly, as if frightened by the suspect.He turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, "Bailiff Victor, maintain the trial discipline of this court."

Oh damn bailiff!

Zhou Qingfeng was amused by the old man's chaotic logic.

Seeing that Uncle Zhou didn't seem to want to do anything, Fuhrman could only tap on the soles of his shoes to threaten David Zhang, "Suspect, be serious. The previous guy who asked for a change of judge has already been shot dead."

“Antiques from 70 years ago!”

The author's words: Conquering Taiwan, our military museum can have more precious historical collections.

Chapter 030

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time.

"It's almost daylight. We need to hurry up."

"Mr. David Zhang, come with us."

"Rogge, take this Mr. Zhang, we need him to show us the way."

"Madam, you'd better stay at home quietly. Otherwise, seeing your husband again will only be in the morgue of the hospital."

The 'psychopaths' broke in in the middle of the night, stayed for less than an hour and then coerced the victim. Before leaving, they threatened the victim's wife not to call the police.

The old man Fuhrman was still full of energy, he followed closely behind Zhou Qingfeng with trembling hands and feet, and asked excitedly, "Are we going to find the gang leader Gray now?"

"Yes."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, and pulled out the girl's photo of Masha Vodianova from his mobile phone. Compared with the marble statue of a woman in Goldman's office, "I have a feeling that I'm about to touch a little bit of the truth."

"Then the next step is to go deep into the gang's lair." Fuhrman turned to look at Rogge and asked:

"What does the gangster's lair look like? Is it the kind of eerie place in the movie? If you don't pay attention, a few tattooed men with guns will pop out?"

But before Rogge could speak, Fuhrman looked the fat man up and down again, and shook his head, "Rogge, if there are people like you in the gang, then there's nothing to be afraid of."

Rogge showed an unspeakable expression of 'what are you talking about', "Old man, do you think that the gangsters are all black? Are you discriminating against the weak and fat people?"