Bu Tian Gang

Ming Xian subconsciously took a few steps back.

People around rushed over to check him out, but he was quickly squeezed out, his expression still a little dazed, as if he couldn't figure it out, how can people die when they die.

The sudden death of a cosplayer caused a small commotion, but more people didn't know what happened. The venue was too big. Mingxian looked around in a daze, holding his mobile phone, hesitating whether to call the police or call an ambulance , the arm was suddenly grabbed.

He turned around, and it was Tang Jing.

Ming Xian didn't have time to think about why Tang Jing also ran over, but when he saw the other party, he couldn't help showing a relieved expression.

"Someone is dead!" he said urgently.

"I know, it happened over there too." Tang Jing grabbed his arm, the casual smile disappeared from his face, and there was a faint evil look on his pretty face that had been put on makeup. "You find the nearest exit and leave. I have notified the security and the police. They will come to evacuate the crowd soon."

Seeing him looking up and looking around, Mingxian couldn't help but said, "What are you looking for? I'll help you find it together!"

"No, you can leave first, hurry up!" Tang Jing let go, and before Ming Xian had time to say more words to persuade him to stay, he was already gone.

Tang Jing will participate in this animation festival, the hobby is only second, helping friends is also an excuse, the real reason is to ensure the smooth progress of the event.

Recently, because of the search for the stele, the Special Administration Bureau has been loosening its grip on the outside and on the inside, especially on Dongyang. Especially in Shencheng, an international metropolis, which is close to Japan, there are always some unreasonable and chaotic connections. Three days Holding large-scale activities or meetings at both ends is the focus of prevention.

In a while, there will be a high-level international conference held here. In this case, not only the police will be on high alert, but the Special Administration Bureau will also have to assist and cooperate.

The branch office is not short of staff, and most of them have their own division of labor. During the three days of the animation festival, Tang Jing personally took Shu He and Huo Jie to sit here. I thought it was just a formality, but I didn't expect that something happened on the last day. .

Together with the cosplayer just now, two people had died suddenly. Shu He and Huo Jie were a step too late when they found out. Tang Jing knew very well that even if they took the cosplayer to the forensic doctor for an autopsy, they couldn't find any results. Heart attack or cerebral infarction.

But just now, he clearly smelled a trace of demonic energy——

It passed by in a flash, covered up in the sea of ​​people, covered up with angry yang energy from all directions, an extremely clever approach.

As soon as that ray of devilish energy entered the sea of ​​people, it disappeared without a trace like a fish in water in an instant, leaving behind a cunning tail occasionally, and when the hunters heard the news, it would have already passed away. In the huge venue, tens of thousands of people picked out that ray of devilish energy.

Some people already knew that two people died suddenly here, and the unexplained panic made them want to run outside in a hurry. Stampedes will inevitably occur next time, making the scene even more chaotic, and it will be even more difficult to catch that ray of magic energy.

Tang Jing had an extra mirror in his hand, and when it was illuminated by the lights of the venue, it immediately emitted a dazzling light. Many people just glanced at this side, and before they could move their eyes, they immediately felt a stinging pain in their eyes, and they couldn't help covering their eyes and screaming. .

But Tang Jing caught a flashing black shadow in this ray of light, which was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Northwest Gate!

Tang Jing pushed aside the crowd and ran towards the northwest gate.

He didn't seem to use much force, but the people around him fell to the side as soon as he pushed him. Tang Jing ignored all those scolding voices, and quickly flew towards the door.

No matter how fast he was, he was running on two legs after all, which was incomparable to the ethereal magic energy, and he was about to lose him. Tang Jing narrowed his eyes, touched the hairpin on his head and shot it out.

The hairpin turned into white light, chasing after the demonic energy at a speed that no one could see clearly, quickly bit the magical energy, and dragged it, the sudden bright light dragged the black demonic energy to a standstill for a moment, just in the blink of an eye In time, Tang Jing had already arrived.

The northwest gate is a small gate, which is usually not open. Behind it is a long and narrow alley with a warehouse at the end.

The demonic energy condensed, turned back on the ground, and growled lowly at the people blocking their back path.

"Soul-eating beast?" Tang Jing showed surprise and doubt, "How could this thing be mixed with demon energy?"

The name sounds scary, but in fact, this kind of strange beast eats the souls of the dead, or those souls that still linger in the world after death and refuse to die. They often haunt cemeteries or crematoriums, from some kind of In a sense, humans don't have to be afraid of it.

But now it is obvious that someone with a heart has taken advantage of this characteristic of the soul-eating beast and injected it with magical energy, turning it from an ordinary harmless soul-eating beast into a magical beast that can swallow the anger of living people.

In such a venue with tens of thousands of people and high mobility, it is difficult for anyone to notice that a little bit of anger is swallowed up. At most, they feel weak. , will naturally be life-threatening.

The soul-eating beast also seemed to be aware of Tang Jing's threat. After roaring, it retreated slowly to pave the way for the next attack.

Tang Jing didn't give them this opportunity to pave the way. He threw the silk ribbon in his arm casually, and the soft and slender ribbon suddenly shot straight at the soul-eating beast, directly entwining its neck tightly. Tang Jing's wrist With a flick, the soul-eating beast was pulled over involuntarily.

"What is this!" A voice exclaimed from behind.

The other soul-eating beast waited for the opportunity to move, lowered its body slightly, jumped up, and rushed towards the person behind Tang Jing.

Tang Jing retracted his five fingers one by one, glaring light poured out from the palm of his hand, before Ming Xian could see clearly, the soul-eating beast formed by the condensed black magic energy was covered by the light and crushed, and the magic energy exploded into little powder, which dissipated into the air in an instant , leaving no trace.

Ming Xian's face was full of shock, as if watching a blockbuster fantasy movie.

"Didn't I let you go out, why did you follow me?"

Tang Jing pulled his hand, and the remaining soul-eating beast followed into the light. The ribbon was burned away by the demonic energy, so he threw it away.

Her hair and clothes were not messed up, Tang Jing was still the lovely Concubine Yu, but Ming Xian, Fu Chen didn't know where to throw it, and her wig was fluffed everywhere.

"There are too many people at the exit, I can't squeeze through. Seeing you running, I followed behind, trying to see if there is anything I can do to help..." Ming Xian swallowed, and couldn't help but take two steps back, "Is it too late for me to say I didn't see anything?"

Tang Jing showed a sinister smile: "What if I say it's too late?"

Ming Xian said weakly: "Then you don't mean to kill people to silence the truth?"

Before he finished speaking, his jaw was pinched.

Ming Xian involuntarily raised his head slightly, allowing the opponent's slender fingers to slide slowly up to his neck, which was tantamount to exposing his fatal weakness, ready to be killed.

He wanted to cry but had no tears: "You, you really want to kill me?"

Tang Jing's face slowly approached, the pair of beautiful eyes under the slender eyebrows seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Ming Xian stared at it intently, reluctant to blink anymore, thinking that he would die if he wanted to die.

Then he made a more fearless request.

"Then, before I die, can I kiss you?"

Tang Jing raised her eyebrows, but she was not as sullen as she imagined.

"Where are you kissing?"

Can I still choose?Ming Xian was overjoyed, and his eyes fell on Tang Jing's lips.

"You, you close your eyes first."

Of course Tang Jing didn't close her eyes, and slapped him directly on the face.

"What are you thinking, let's go!"

Ming Xian was dragged away by him in a daze, while looking back: "Those things..."

Tang Jing casually said: "I cleaned it up."

If there were no people from the Special Administration Bureau today, these two lives would at best be regarded as the news that too many participants in the event caused suffocation, fainting and sudden death, and made the local daily headlines.

The other party has absorbed a lot of yang energy from living people this time. Tang Jing can't guess what conspiracy is going on, but he feels a headache when he thinks that all large-scale events and meetings will have to strengthen security.

Ming Xian was unaware of his distress, and said with great interest: "You really are not an ordinary person! In fact, I saw it on the plane. You have a mysterious aura about you, just like the male protagonist in my novel, Tang Tang, I want to write you as my hero, and promise not to reveal your real name and privacy, okay?"

What kind of mysterious aura?Tang Jing turned her head slowly: "Who is your name Tang Tang?"

Ming Xian: "Then clean?"

Tang Jing: "I also want to be quiet, shut up."

Back at the venue, the crowd had almost evacuated, and the exhibition hall was closed early on the grounds that the lighting failure affected safety. This reason naturally aroused some people's dissatisfaction. Absorbing Yang Qi is not easy, Shu He and Huo Jie are still searching, trying to find the real culprit behind the scenes.

Tang Jing couldn't help frowning.

Today's animation festival, exhibitors and players will have a lot of novelty costumes. Various cosplays provide convenience for murderers to fish in troubled waters. Compared with other activities, they are more likely to be taken advantage of by demons. That's why Tang Jing came to sit in person. In fact, the Special Administration Bureau has already advanced After the arrangement, there are magic circles around the venue, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect. If it is a demon with evil spirits, it will trigger an alarm and be discovered by them.

But the magic circle didn't have any alarms all day long, that is to say, whether it was the murderer or those soul-eating beasts, they probably didn't sneak in from outside.

Where the hell did it go wrong?

Tang Jing raised his eyes to look at the various lighting steel frames on the top of the venue, his eyes swept across the gradually empty venue, and finally fell on Ming Xian beside him.

Ming Xian:? ? ?

Tang Jing frowned at him.

Ming Xian looked back blankly and innocently.

Tang Jing: "Did you notice anything unusual before you saw the man fall to the ground?"

Ming Xian said slowly: "No, it was his companion who pushed him, and he fell down in a daze, but when you said that, I remembered that when I was walking among the crowd, the venue was obviously very crowded. It was stuffy, and there were a lot of people, but I don’t know why, but from time to time, a few gusts of cold wind would blow across my neck, and I thought it was because the air conditioner was turned on too much.”

Tang Jing: "Neck?"

Ming Xian nodded: "The back of the neck is like a gust of wind that enters the clothes from underneath and comes out from the collar."

under……

Tang Jing looked behind Ming Xian, her gaze slowly descending.

Ming Xian moved a little embarrassedly: "Don't..."

Tang Jing could tell what was going on in the other person's mind at a glance. The person on the plane looked pure, but he didn't expect the yellow waste in his heart to be flooded. He deserved to be a novelist.

In normal times, he might tease a few words, take people home, and have a romantic reunion, but there are more important business matters right now, and when the teasing words come to his lips, Tang Jing will again Take your mind back.

He saw the protrusion that was temporarily covered. It was supposed to be a ground socket, which is usually used to connect the power. There are everywhere in the exhibition hall. To prevent everyone from tripping, they were specially covered with a red carpet.

The wires run underground and also outside.

This is the loophole of the magic circle, because the venue is too big, they only have time to arrange the surroundings, and they can't cover the top and bottom, so it consumes too much energy, and the gain is not worth the loss. Even the head of Maoshan, Longhu Mountain, can't do it So the other party took advantage of this, coming down from the ground, walking from the ground, absorbing the vitality of Yang Qi, without anyone noticing.

so smart.

Tang Jing smiled coldly.

……

The other side of Shencheng.

The auction is located on the second floor of a gallery, and the content is exhibitions and auctions. However, I checked the Internet during the winter solstice. The auction has been held several times. It was initiated by a well-known local collector. They are not famous. Their client The target is mainly for high-end customers. If they were in the fast hotel they were planning to stay in, they would definitely not receive this kind of brochure.

Although there are brochures, generally speaking, acquaintances bring acquaintances to this kind of activities, and there are very few people like Winter Solstice who rush to participate rashly.

A well-dressed young lady entertained them. I heard that the two of them came back for the first time, but they didn't show any surprise and disdain for country bumpkins. They still smiled and asked: "Excuse me, are you two only visiting the cultural and play exhibition? Or even participate in the auction?"

Winter Solstice: "Is there any difference?"

The other party patiently explained: "The exhibition mainly focuses on Chinese classical culture, including calligraphy, painting, antiques, jewelry, etc., which are collected by folk collectors. You can enter and visit as long as you register your identity information. If you want to hold an auction, you have to pay a deposit, 50 yuan per person. When the event is over, if the two of you do not bid anything, the deposit will be refunded in full. If you bid, the money will be deducted directly from the deposit, and any excess Make up less."

Winter Solstice had never participated in such a high-end auction, so he looked at Liu Qingbo. Anyway, it was mainly the young master who wanted to participate.

Liu Qingbo frowned and said, "How do I know that the deposit will be refunded?"

The young lady's smile faltered slightly: "Sir, our event has been held for five times, and one event is held every year. Mr. Xiang Mu is a famous collector in our city and enjoys a reputation at home and abroad, and this event is in line with With the cooperation of Christie's auction house, your concerns can be said to be completely non-existent."

Winter Solstice has heard of the name Xiang Mu, but I only know that the other party is an entrepreneur, but I don’t know that he also has the name of a collector. It’s normal to think about it. Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, Wenwan, etc. must have Only those with considerable financial strength can afford it.

Liu Qingbo pouted, and took out a card: "All right, register for us, we will participate in the auction."

The lady smiled slightly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear just now. The 50 is US dollars, and the credit card is only temporarily frozen. Are there any problems with you two?"

Liu Qingbo raised his eyebrows: "No problem."

Dong Zhi bumped him with his elbow: "You also gave me my 50!"

Liu Qingbo rolled his eyes: "Didn't Dragon Bureau give you a black card?"

The winter solstice was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

Liu Qingbo was slightly proud: "Last time when I saw you looking through your wallet, I saw it by accident. If I don't even have this bit of vision, what kind of sword will I practice?"

Winter solstice spread hands: "If I swipe that card, master will know immediately that we are messing around here. I promised him last time not to run around casually. I put all my own money in the financial management, and I will take it in a while. It’s up to you if you don’t pay that much cash, anyway, it doesn’t matter if I participate or not, otherwise you can participate by yourself, I will take a stroll outside, and we will find a place to gather.”

Liu Qingbo was originally going for Chen Guoliang, if the winter solstice was missing, no one would share the fun, so he said angrily: "Come out, let me go out for you!"

The two of them paid 100 million US dollars, which is 700 million yuan in total. Young Master Liu didn't change his face, just swiped the card, signed his name, got the invitation letter of the auction, and went in with Winter Solstice.

The winter solstice gave a thumbs up: "Stylish! Heroic!"

Liu Qingbo let out a heck: "Take out your black card, isn't it more arrogant than me?"

Winter Solstice: "Mine is the ultimate weapon of destruction and cannot be displayed easily."

The two of them came to the second floor chattering, the exhibition was open from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, there was a reception and meals at noon, all of which were provided free of charge, but only after paying a deposit, they were allowed to participate in the auction The guests can only participate, and ordinary guests can only visit the cultural exhibition for free.

They originally thought that the cultural exhibition was just a gimmick, and the focus was still on the subsequent auction, but they knew their idea was wrong as soon as they entered. It is impossible to see it with the naked eye, but the richness and heritage of the collection is still beyond their imagination.

China's thousands of years of history, from the royal family to the common people, have experienced wars and displacements, and the change of dynasties. It is unknown how many treasures have been lost overseas and how many pearls have been dusted. The collections in museums are precious, but that is also It is just a part of all the rarities, and there are many chances to be obtained by folk collectors.

Wealth, like collections, will always be collected and circulated slowly, and finally obtained by a few people. These collectors have a dazzling array of beautiful things in their hands. They will always have regrets when they collect and enjoy themselves, and they are not willing to donate them, so there is this kind of private collection. The nature of the exhibition is open and collected for the public to watch, to satisfy one's own sharing psychology and sense of accomplishment. In the final analysis, it is similar to a child's desire to show off to his friends when he has a novelty toy.

During the winter solstice, I looked down at the catalog of exhibits that I picked up at the door. Today’s exhibits are quite mixed, including Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and a few from the Qin and Han Dynasties, mainly porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and some ancient jewelry.The latter is gorgeous and bright, inlaid with various gemstones and colorful, and is the most popular among visitors. Many people linger in the jewelry showcase and pick up their cameras to take pictures.

Liu Qingbo was quiet for a while, and then couldn't help complaining: "I think there must be fakes here... Damn! Look over there, and they say it's a Chenghua Doucai chicken bowl cup, you're going to die of laughter, okay! Now Do you know what prices have been speculated outside? He just puts things worth hundreds of millions here, separated by a layer of glass, for everyone to see? In my opinion, they are at most imitations from the Qianlong period!"

Compared with Liu Qingbo's complaining guests, Winter Solstice is really serious about viewing the collection.

As a painter, he pays more attention to the lines and colors of each collection. He can stand still and look at the patterns on the porcelain for a long time.

Of course, as Liu Qingbo said, there may be fakes mixed in here, but even fakes can be confused with real ones, at least the workmanship is delicate enough to be appreciated as a work of art.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Liu Qingbo was impatient to wait, so he walked around the exhibition hall first, but when he looked back, the guy Dongzhi hadn't moved a few steps, so he walked over to urge him.

"What's so good about a bunch of fakes?"

"Look at this painting." Dongzhi said.

What he was talking about was a landscape painting in front of him. The painter was unknown. According to the introduction next to it, the painter was named Wei Kun, who was from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. This painting was from the 19th year of Yongle. He passed by the foot of Shaohua Mountain and saw The setting sun on the strange peak, the high autumn and emerald green, the painting is drawn with feelings, and there are two poems beside it.

An unremarkable landscape painting.

Liu Qingbo doesn't have artistic qualities, so he can't see it, but from the author's name, it can be inferred that this painting must have no status in the history of painting. At most, it is because it is old, well preserved, and worth some money.

But Winter Solstice is not so boring as to tease him about such a trivial matter. Liu Qingbo suppressed his impatience and looked at the painting carefully, which really made him see something.

"You mean, this?" He pointed to a chaotic rock beside the forest.

There is a mountain forest at the foot of the mountain. The water flows down from the top of the mountain and gradually becomes a stream at the foot of the mountain. Pieces of red leaves fall on the stream and on the stones in the stream. A stone tablet stood crookedly, half in the soil and half on the ground, as if washed down by heavy rain. It looked like a tombstone, but it didn't look like it, because there were no graves next to it, and no one would put the graves by the side of the stream. of.

Dong Zhi nodded: "Look carefully at the words on it."

Wei Kun painted this painting with great care, which is reflected in his copying and display of details. If you look closely, you can see the lines of trees and rocks, and the feathers of birds. Wen, he portrayed them truthfully.

Liu Qingbo squinted his eyes for a long time, and finally remembered that the stele they found in the underground altar in Yinchuan had exactly this kind of talisman on it!

Although half of the stele was buried in the soil, and the artist did not dig out the half of the stele from the soil to paint on it, Liu Qingbo confirmed that he would not admit his mistake, because after returning from Yinchuan at that time, before Long Shen had the altar resealed, The runes on the stone tablet were specially scraped down and circulated internally for them to study. Although everyone still didn't understand the meaning of the runes, they were very familiar with them, and they could recall them immediately after seeing them.

Liu Qingbo didn't expect that he wanted to play tricks on Chen Guoliang on a whim, and he made such a shocking discovery.