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Jingujiquan felt a severe headache.

The chattering human voices in his ears were like boiling water, and the sound of chaotic footsteps intertwined together, making his temples throb.

This banquet was not on his itinerary, but according to Mr. Hattori who has a little relationship, the owner of this banquet loves to collect cultural relics and has unparalleled admiration for the Jinguji family. He accidentally learned that this generation The Patriarch of Jinguji came to Yokohama and proposed to see him no matter what.

Such followers are not uncommon. Jingujiquan pondered for a while, and it would be easier to show his face here than to meet him once after receiving his invitation.

The Heiji family can be regarded as a wealthy and powerful family in Yokohama. I heard that their family still has some contacts with the port mafia, and the three freighters in the family business have constant ambiguous ties with the Hong Kong gangsters.

Although Butei is currently cooperating with Hong Kong gangsters, but a discerning eye can tell that this kind of cooperation is basically just a short rest before two tigers prey, and there is no need to notify the other party before tearing up the contract, and the two organizations obviously have a contract There is no such thing.

Therefore, in order not to arouse the other party's sensitive speculation, Dazai and Kunikida did not follow Jingujiquan to this banquet.The invitation was only allowed to bring one relative or friend. Mikazuki and Tsurumaru's faces were too outstanding. In order to prepare for a low-key exit, Jingujiquan only brought Yaken.

And then it was so hard to die, a simple banquet where they chatted, drank and had sex, it really happened by such a coincidence.

Mr. Pingzhi is a 50-year-old middle-aged man with a big belly and a Mediterranean-style hairstyle on his head. The commercial smile on his face looks greasy and skilled. With a smiling face that has not changed at all, he greets every guest with the same tone as if he met a close friend.

When Jingujiquan entered the door, he was hugged by this overly excited middle-aged man. His body was too close, which made Jingujiquan a little uncomfortable, especially for this capitalist who seemed to be too nutritious. There was also a bit of inexplicable body odor, wrapped in a heavy suit, and only occasionally leaked from the cuffs.

Jingujiquan greeted him with a polite smile, then secretly took Yaoken to hide in an unnoticed corner, thinking about when it would be appropriate to ask to leave.

This villa is completely decorated in European style. The gorgeous and spacious hall is opened up as a dance floor according to ancient specifications. It is as smooth and flat as a mirror, and the expensive tiles that can reflect the face of the human body are polished without any cracks. A wooden high platform was placed on the ground, on which soft pillows were wrapped in wine red velvet, with a large glass cover on top and a crown inside.

That is a real crown.

The magnificent and heavy crown is placed on a velvet cushion, and underneath is mink fur with black spots on a white background, and the eight curved golden arches are inlaid with fine-quality fiery rubies and transparent white diamonds. It is impossible for ordinary people to lose their fortune in a lifetime There is one precious stone laid out on it like dense gravel, forming eight fiery flowing lava flows, which gather together in one place with dazzling brilliance, and hold a stone at the center of the spire. A cross made entirely of diamonds.

At the center of the cross is a sapphire as deep as the night sky.

The sapphire has a diameter of three centimeters and is polished into a perfect oval shape. Its color is deep and vast, and the blue in the center is clear and transparent. It is so beautiful that it seems to envelop the night sky and the ocean. You can see it from any angle. Blue, like the aggregation of color spectrum, from cobalt blue to ultramarine blue, this color is bluer than the purest blue, and richer than the most mellow peacock's tail.

The value of this crown lies not only in the countless jewels inlaid on it, but also in its existence itself.

This is a royal crown with a history of more than four centuries. It was made during the reign of Richard II. It cost 680 pounds of gold and jewelry diamonds weighing a total of [-] grams, and was once the king's coronation crown. Use, its significance is extraordinary.

Even Jingujiquan, who has such a rich family collection that he doesn't remember what is in the house, can't help but look sideways at the crown.

Different from other collections, collections of this level have gone beyond the concept of cultural relics themselves due to the great cultural and political significance it carries.

According to the self-report of the head of the family, he took out the crown for display entirely because Jingujiquan came here, and then under the admiring and envious eyes of dozens of guests, the crown suddenly disappeared 10 minutes ago.

Not even the usual power-off tricks, the crown seemed to have suddenly become air, and disappeared from the glass cover all at once, leaving the marks on the velvet cushions pressed by the weight of the crown. It is still there, but the treasure placed on it has disappeared.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Shocked by the sudden disappearance of his beloved treasure, Mr. Pingzhi, who was a little delirious, was lying on the glass cabinet, unable to utter a word. He could only yell frantically, staring at the wine-red cushion with wide-eyed eyes, as if It's like hoping that what I just saw was an illusion, and the disappeared crown can reappear.

But the facts are the facts, the crown not only disappeared under the gaze of dozens of people, but also left no trace behind.Mr. Pingzhi's reflex arc seemed to have finally run through the entire distance, and the fact that he finally realized it made him completely unacceptable. He rolled his eyes and fell down in front of the display cabinet with a thud.

"Father!" Xiao Pingzhi on the side was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help his father, but according to Jingujiquan's visual inspection, the old Mr. Pingzhi, who weighed two hundred catties, was not the same as Xiao Pingzhi, who was as thin as a bamboo pole. pulled up.

After the fainted old Pingzhi was hurriedly sent upstairs to rest by the servants, little Pingzhi turned around with a pale face, glanced at the guests in front of him who were expensively dressed and well-made up, and pulled out an ugly and stiff smiley.

"I'm very sorry, everyone... my father was hit too hard, and this banquet had to end early..."

Xiao Heizhi's apology was dry, but the guests who believed in their status and status showed just the right amount of sympathy and understanding.

"No, no need to apologize, it's really sad that something like this happened..."

"Yes, please convey our condolences to Mr. Heiji..."

"If you need our help in catching that nasty thief, please don't be shy..."

All kinds of polite words came out of their mouths naturally and smoothly like flowing water, without even thinking, all of a sudden the whole audience was comforted by kind people who felt the same way, which made Xiao Heizhi's expression slightly brighter gentle.

But Jingujiquan felt something was wrong. He looked at the 27-year-old young man standing on the first step, his yellow face stretched his cheekbones, and his hair was brushed back with a lot of pomade. Under the light as bright as daylight, a circle of light appeared, the black pupils of the eyes were like two deep wells, there was no blood on the face, and the lips twisted, wriggling to say something.

"Yaoyan? Did you see why the crown disappeared?" He lowered his voice, hid behind a group of guests, and asked the young man beside him with a voice as thin as a mosquito.

The black-haired and purple-eyed Fu Sangshen changed into a well-fitting suit and dress, which was tailored to fit the boy's body, and also hid the dagger on his body that had the same name as him.

"General... I didn't see it." Yao Yan frowned tightly, his face was extremely serious, and he could escape Fu Sangshen's gaze and snatch things away without a trace, does such a human really exist?

But what Yaoken cares about is not the crown studded with diamonds, but another more elusive thing——

Relying on Fu Sangshen's long-term experience of struggling and killing on the battlefield, the perception of danger is enough to become their instinct. The feeling like someone approached him and blows softly behind his ear made the hairs all over Yaken's body explode. stand up.

"General, be careful, something is not quite right here." Dian Dao hurriedly reminded, holding Jingongjiquan a little behind with his arm, and quickly glanced around.

where is wrong?

No, no, not here...

Pingzhi on the steps showed a weird smile, as if he pulled the skin on both sides of his mouth up a little bit, making a programmed "smile" instruction.

"Thank you very much, everyone for your support. Then, please cooperate and tell me the password of the bank safe?"

The guests who had reservedly expressed sympathy to Ping Zhi with decent and euphemistic language just now fell silent.

They also seemed to be in a state of inability to respond. After a long time, someone said awkwardly: "...you...what are you talking about? I'm sorry, maybe I didn't hear you clearly?"

Pingzhi patiently performed another "laughing" procedure and repeated the sentence: "Thank you very much for your support. Then, please cooperate and tell me the password of the safe."

This time, he didn't use a question mark, and the ending was flat and elongated, which is an undeniable full stop.

The man who asked the question paused, and his voice suddenly became cold: "It seems that you are too sad, and you don't know what you are talking about. I sympathize with your family's experience. Thank you very much for your invitation. I If there is anything else, let’s go first.”

He didn't pause at all. After saying this, he turned his head and walked towards the gate. All the guests stood silently. As he got closer and closer to the gate, there was a little commotion in the crowd, and everyone's footsteps began to deflect there. .

The closer the man was to the gate, the higher the frequency of his steps. He looked a little anxious and anxious. Obviously, it was different from what he said about berating Ping Zhi for nonsense. He knew what Ping Zhi meant, and had a faint premonition.

No one present was an idiot. Since he dared to make such a rude and outrageous request, it meant that Meiji might really have something behind him.

He was just betting, betting that this young man doesn't have the courage to make a killing move as soon as he comes up, as long as he can walk out of this door, he can-

can--

What can?

His thoughts suddenly stopped halfway.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the gold-plated doorknob, which was carved with two little angel sculptures holding a wine bottle. The smooth and cold texture passed over his skin, and then he saw himself behind him. back and legs...

Strange, how can a person see his own back and legs?

This irrelevant question suddenly broke into his mind, and then he rolled his eyes and saw the two little angels getting farther and farther away from him. There was still a smile on their chubby little faces, and there was a smile in their round dimples. A drop of bright red thick matter appeared.

This man's death came suddenly. Everyone saw him reach out to pull the doorknob. It was not so easy to open the heavy door. Everyone saw him stop in front of the door for a moment, and then blood flowed out like a fountain. More than half a meter high was sprayed from the neck, and half of the entire gate was painted red. Slowly leaning against the door and fell down.

Such a turn of events stunned everyone. After a short two seconds of silence, the screams of the ladies became a big ensemble, stacked together as if they could pierce the entire roof, and even many men yelled out in horror. The voices of a few talented gentlemen can be said to be piercing, not lower than the voices of their female companions.

In such a noisy environment like boiling water, Yao Yan still kept his composure. He is a swordsman, and he has long been used to seeing human death. The scene of blood and flesh flying on the battlefield is a hundred times more cruel than this. Let him be surprised for a moment, but he will not shout out in a gaffe.

And he was able to observe everyone's expressions at the first time, so he didn't miss Pingzhi's slow voice on the steps: "...I said, please cooperate."