Heather who counterattacked

There was a small flicker in Jasmine's eyes, and she grinned at him.

"Your words... are a bit much."

On the way back to the residence from the bar, Xi Ruier said something.

Jasmine's eyelids were closed, but when she turned her head to look at him, she smiled slowly: "It's okay."

Cyril lowered her eyes.The line of sight has no focal length, just looking at a certain eye in the void.This kind of demeanor seems to be slightly boring, but the sense of oppression is extremely strong.

Jasmine was not afraid of him.From a certain point of view, the Duke of Silver Moon is really too gentle a lord.Her smile was gentle and gentle, and compared with the warmth and pleasantness at the banquet and the glamorous style in the bar, it was another gesture: "You are really unhappy, I am not wrong."

After a long silence, Cyril slowly raised her eyes and glanced at her.

The space in the car was extremely spacious, and the two bodyguards were as cold as lifeless stones.The outside of the car was shrouded in night, and the lights of Lushan Mountain flowed on the black film of the car window, not leaking much through the glass window, making the vision of the rear seat appear dim and misty.

"I'm not happy either, you know?" Jasmine laughed.

Hillary didn't speak.

Alcohol did not disturb his thinking, and his brain even became clearer under the influence of alcohol.He knew very clearly that Rose's hunting activities were in full swing, and he didn't need accurate information to know how desperate Ulysses was now.But he didn't contact him - Xi Ruier made all the preparations for Yuli to turn his face, but the other party, as if he had completely forgotten his black hand in this incident, did not express anything at all.

It has to be said that Cyril was a little sad.

Not only because he hurt his friend with his own hands, but more importantly, in such a situation, the friend still isolates himself.

Markus's presence in Cyril's mind is only a small part, and Aurora's is not a large proportion. There are so few things that can determine his emotions, and a large part is Ulysses.How sad that he had to part with it.

"Be quiet." Cyril warned coldly.

The Poseidon is not an ocean liner.Its route is quite short, and only rarely will it go back and forth between the west coast and the east coast.Aurora didn't have any interest in this kind of luxury travel that nouveau riche loved, and St. Langdon dragged her up, and ran from the west coast to the east coast, so she had to be a little curious about the so-called admission ticket.Then he was forced to stuff his head with the rules of the shadow world.

The Night of Cold Emerald Breath is the highest-level auction in the shadow world, directly under the shadow council. As a channel for evaluating transactions, the most important rule is barter.As long as you get an admission ticket, anyone who is black, white and gray can participate.

The Kane family has always been standard white, and the family has no business in the gray or black world. However, because of Cyril's upbringing, there are still many gray people around her, so Aurora still has a good understanding of this. adequate.But that kind of cognition is like watching a documentary and barely knowing what there is in this world, but you have never reached out to touch such an existence.St. Langton brought her here, and Aurora suddenly had a feeling that this was real.

"...So how did you know this kind of news?" Aurora was a little curious.

This guy has been staying in New York with nothing to do. If Leng Feixi is really as secretive and low-key as he said, how did he know the exact time and place of the banquet?

Saint Langton glanced at her with a half-smile: "One of my hunters forwarded this news to me, saying that there are collections that I would be interested in in this round of banquets."

Art hunters scour the world to track down masterpieces in return for payment from their employers.Christian himself is a very accomplished artist, with great attainments in painting, music, literature, appreciation and other fields. Collecting art is only a small hobby of his, and of course he doesn't have many hobbies.

"Then are you interested?" Aurora raised her eyebrows.

"Of course, I'm interested in Master Seaman's sealed work before his death." The other party smiled inscrutablely, "It's just too troublesome... The price for getting it is a little high."

Aurora always felt that it should have something to do with Cyril.Originally, it was because he didn't care about the matter caused by Cyril before, since he had to bring her here, even if it had nothing to do with Cyril, there was some kind of connection.What is the tricky thing that makes him feel troublesome and wants to give up?According to him, the price is a bit high, but why is he willing to bear it now?

Thinking of it this way brought it out of his eyes.It's a pity that someone didn't intend to answer, so he didn't see it.

Sitting behind St. Langton, Aurora has been in a state of admiration for a long time after the banquet started.This kind of barter transaction is quite interesting.Leng Feixi only collects commissions as a neutral platform, as long as you can show the admission ticket, you are eligible to participate. People who are black, white and gray are very common here. Leng Feixi will not explore the source of the goods, so if you are in Don't be surprised to see any unbelievable stolen goods or illegal things on the table.

However, the prerequisite for getting admission tickets is that there must be an issue to ask for help. Leng Feixi does not welcome simple photographers.Aurora still doesn't know what the case in San Langton's hand is, because the number in front of him is number nine, and the number six formula chip should be the batch of artworks he is interested in.

The host turned over the hourglass, and then displayed the information of the goods on the giant screen behind him.

"No. [-] provides works of art with an estimated value of [-] million U.S. dollars in his personal collection. It needs the neurologist Timan Ofira, who disappeared after leaving the Faith Clinic two years ago, and the 'creator' experiment he led. all the data."

Silence.

It's just one person and one piece of experimental data. This kind of case can basically be done by the top-ranked gray organizations, and it can be done quite well.But since this customer is willing to pay [-] million U.S. dollars, and even bring it to the Leng Fei Xi night banquet, it is already tricky enough to some extent.

That master neurologist is famous all over the world. Since he paid such a price to get him, there is no need to think about the subtext that he wants this doctor to perform an operation himself.Therefore, the judgment of whether this task is completed is very problematic.There is currently no news that the doctor is still alive.Second, even if he is alive, will there be other reasons for not being able to go to the operating table?The degree of completion is too flexible, and it is easy to work hard but fail to reach an agreement in the end, so that no remuneration can be collected.This is the reason why everyone is silent about the big temptation of [-] million US dollars.

Before the hourglass reached the bottom, three people rang the bell one after another.

One is number four, a young man who looks extremely thin.One is NO.13, a petite woman who looks very young.The other is St. Langton.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the smiling No. [-].Aurora only thinks that this should be an extremely famous Gray Path organization agent.That's why everyone was wondering why he didn't ring the bell.

"I'm not free recently." The man shrugged with a smile.

Withdrawing his gaze, he wandered between No.13 and NO.13.Needless to say, No. [-], the eldest son of the St. Langton family basically knows about it.No. [-] is probably a new face. From his topic just now, it is estimated that he is innocent and has some subtle official background. NO.[-] is a frequent visitor.Japanese, professional broker and agent.

And Aurora was watching Six.This is a man in his forties, quite handsome, looks a little haggard, but he is still very neatly dressed, and he can't fault it.There is a ring on the little finger, but there is no trace of the wedding ring on the ring finger. There is a small dolphin pendant around the neck, which is a style that women like. The watch is extremely expensive, but the clothes are more comfortable and cheap brands... It's a bit interesting.Feel like the lover of a rich woman?

The host changed the face of the hourglass again.

No. [-] opened his mouth: "A request to show the judgment standard."

NO.13 hesitated: "I can connect with 'Black Crow', and only charge 1% commission."

The host looks to the last person to ring the bell.St. Langdon smiled: "Request exhibit No. [-] to register."

The host looked at No. [-], the owner of CASE.Number Six is ​​looking at the big screen.He picked up the remote control, turned around and zoomed in on number seven.

When the painting was presented in front of the eyes in the form of a giant screen, the audience gasped.

Others are just amazed by the beauty of the people in the painting.But Aurora stood up uncontrollably the moment she saw the person in the painting clearly. "Christian!" she growled.

Now all eyes are on here.Even the host temporarily stopped CASE to keep watching with interest.

"What on earth are you trying to do?!" Aurora lowered her voice and said angrily.

Because the scene was so quiet at the moment that even a needle could be heard clearly, the girl's angry and condensed voice was heard throughout the audience no matter how low it was.

The other party said slowly: "Get this painting?"

What a joke!Aurora frowned.She looked at Huahua, then at him, as if thinking of something, she suddenly fell silent.

She subconsciously patted the hem of her skirt, and sat back slowly: "...Master Ximan's sealed work?"

"good."

"Why... is it her?"

The silver-haired nobleman smiled, and recited in a low voice: "...your indestructible spirit/Through majestic and dark eternity/Return to my heart/Your buried love surpasses everything/Except The years in which love lives." He said softly, "Do you know this poem?"

""Night Anne Cloris"! Of course I know! But... wait, Crowe..." She suddenly stopped talking, and suddenly her eyes widened.Her gaze returned to the screen where the painting was shown just now.His eyes suddenly hesitated.

Before this moment, she had never thought that the owner of the more than 1000 love poems in the Florence morning newspaper was Mrs. Claus, who had no similar name at all, let alone that the lord she admired would have such a When she was young and romantic... She only knew that he was in love with her stepmother, but she didn't know that there was such a relationship.

Her hands ran through her hair vigorously.Tears swirled in her eyes and finally fell.

"I know...I know." She whispered.

""Good Night, Cloris", the name of this painting. It was commissioned by your stepmother, Mrs. Claus, to Master Seaman. Before it was completed, the lady passed away, so there was no one to accept the painting. I don't know why it became a private collection from Master Seaman's studio, but I only know that if someone knows its existence...you will be in trouble." St. Langton smiled convincingly at No. [-] Unpredictable.

The host asked No. [-] calmly, "Do you want to file a case?"

"Open the case!" Number Six took a deep look at Saint Langton and said rationally, "I don't know the story behind this painting, I just want to know, what price are you willing to pay for it?"

"I'm not good at finding people, and I don't even have access to data." The silver-haired nobleman said slowly, "But I know that Dr. Ofira's personal treatment can't cure your lover's illness 100%, but there is a place to It's different."

He smiled and said: "Metia, its mysterious sister institute, specialized in biology, life science and technology research, there is no better doctor than there. I can help you connect, and I don't need extra commission, but I need you Use this painting as a stepping stone."

Aurora looked at him in surprise.

St. Langton shrugged and said helplessly, "Am I crazy? How dare I want this painting!"

No. [-]'s eyes lit up, but he was still very cautious. Obviously because of his lover's illness, he was desperately disappointed rather than hopeful: "Are you sure that the other party will help us?"

"I said, the premise is this painting."

Number six's eyes sank: "Okay."

This case is a bit confusing, but the host has obviously experienced all kinds of moths and is very able to hold the scene.After the scene quieted down, he first smiled and gossiped, "Who is that Your Excellency?"

"Yes, the golden one."

The host satisfied his curiosity, reversed the hourglass and asked No. [-] about the previous question: "Do you want to cancel CASE?"

No. [-] pursed his lips: "No." He looked at No. [-], "Except for the artwork No. [-]. The complete experimental data, a quarter of the chips, the doctor himself, living people, and another quarter of the chips— —If the operation is successful, all the chips.” Obviously intending to prepare both hands.

The host asked No. [-]: "Do you accept the judgment criteria?"

Four rang the bell to accept.

The NO.13 woman had no choice but to ring the bell twice to give up.

The next topic Aurora was completely confused.It wasn't until a long time after leaving the banquet that she finally came back to her senses.

"How do you feel?" St. Langton asked with great interest.

Aurora didn't even look at him.His head was swollen, and the dizzy situation was only for a moment, and he was broken by himself again.What right does she have?From the beginning to the end, I just watched other people's stories from afar.I thought I was in the game, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

"...Give up." Finally, she shrugged quietly.

The other party did not speak.Aurora turned her head curiously: "Are you gloating?"

"No," St. Langton also shrugged, and said meaningfully, "I feel the same way."