The real wine is the stupid beauty possessed by the European emperor

The staff introduced Mingri Xianglin and Gin one by one.

Compared with such expensive treasures, most of the exhibits here are daily necessities, such as the tea set and tableware we saw just now.

Tomorrow Xianglin was not interested in the things that passed by next, and she didn't stop until she saw something in the next showcase——

— a small pink parasol.

Because of the age, the fabric on the umbrella surface has turned yellow slightly, but the lace and pearl pendants inlaid on it can still bring people into the picture, clearly telling everyone how exquisite and gorgeous this umbrella used to be.

"this is--"

Tomorrow Xianglin put his hands on the glass, he knew this umbrella!

In his dream, the little girl who acted like a baby with him every time and wanted to play with her by herself was holding an identical umbrella in her hand!

The staff said: "This is a very delicate custom-made parasol. In Britain in the [-]th century, many nobles and daughters of the royal family had a trend of customizing their own unique parasols. It is also a symbol of family wealth and strength. .”

Xianglin Asuka listened to the staff's explanation ignorantly, but most of her attention was still on the umbrella!

According to his own previous inference, the siblings in the dream were himself and Lord Belmod when they were young, which means that this thing belonged to Lord Belmod!

He urgently asked the staff next to him: "Can you sell me this umbrella?! How much is not a problem!"

Normal people would be a little surprised when they hear a customer wants to buy something in the exhibition hall without a clear price tag, but this staff member seems to have expected Xianglin tomorrow to ask such a question.

She replied calmly: "Of course, all the products on display here are the collections of an unnamed gentleman. He has specifically asked that if you meet young customers who want to collect them, you can sell them. "

After hearing what the staff said, Gin was even more sure that there must be someone leading all of this behind the scenes.

From Wakasa’s stay in the United States to the current targeted buyers, Gin really can’t think of anyone other than rum who can control all this behind the scenes.

That problem also came.

Why do you want to do this?

What is the reason for such a lot of trouble, Gin really can't think of it.

As soon as Xianglin heard that it was available for purchase, she quickly confirmed with the staff: "I want this umbrella!"

"Understood." The staff was extremely calm, "Is there anything else?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet, let's start with this for now."

"learn."

The visit continued. After seeing the umbrella, Ming Ri Xianglin observed other objects very carefully. He recalled while watching, not daring to let go of any details.

Things you have seen in your dreams, things you feel familiar with, even if there is only a little bit, you must never miss them!

It's a pity that some of the showcases in the back have nothing to surprise.

Most of them are small accessories, such as pocket watches, pens and the like.

These things don't have too many specific things, it's not the same as holding a small parasol.

When I came to the last showcase, the previous ones could at least be called by name, and the things in the last showcase... how should I put it, it seems like a decoration?

The staff said: "The last item is not a complete item. Its main part has been resold by many hands, and it is no longer known where it is."

Tomorrow Xianglin asked: "Then what is this?"

"Look—" The staff member took out his mobile phone and found a photo in the album, which looked like a scepter. "In the showcase is the holder for the scepter. It is not in the hands of the owner who provided the item this time. Because objects such as the scepter represent a symbol of identity and power, and the scepter holder in the showcase is made of pure gold, which represents the prominent status of its owner during his lifetime and has a very high status. The appraisal value and collection value, so we put it in the most important last showcase!"

Tomorrow Xianglin patiently did not interrupt the staff's explanation. After the other party finally finished the introduction, he hurriedly said, "I want this too! No! I want all the items in this exhibition!"

Gin slightly turned his head to look at Xianglin tomorrow.

It's a pity that he hasn't discovered the value of these things yet, but judging from the reaction of the blond idiot, he seems to have really realized something.

The staff remained calm, as if they knew that such a moment would come: "Understood, then please follow me to appreciate the last treasure in this exhibition."

Tomorrow Xianglin asked in surprise: "Isn't the one just now the last?"

The staff replied: "Yes, the next one to see is the finale of this exhibition."

They came to the most central open space of the venue, where there was a tall glass cabinet, surrounded by red velvet curtains, from the time they entered to the present, Tomorrow Xianglin had never paid attention to this thing, He thought it was the kind of certificates, plaques and the like that were handed out at the opening ceremony.

The staff pulled the drawstring of the curtain with both hands: "Please enjoy the oil painting - 73/100."

The curtain was opened, and inside was an exquisite oil painting!

Gin:! ! !

Tomorrow Xianglin:! ! !

That painting... I seem to have seen it somewhere... No, I haven't seen it, but I have really seen it.

The blond boy in the oil painting is lifelike, his light blue eyes are full of tenderness, and the background is in a field of blooming flowers. A glance and a smile are actually aura.

Tomorrow Xianglin muttered to herself: "It appeared...it appeared again..."

He had seen many almost similar paintings in the secret room in the Twilight Pavilion!

The owner of the painting has always been this golden-haired boy who is exactly the same as himself, only the background and clothes have been changed a little.

For some unknown reason, Asuka Lin's knees softened, almost unable to support the weight of her body.

"Lin—"

Qin Jiu took a big step towards tomorrow Xianglin's position, catching tomorrow Xianglin's body that almost fell to the ground.

Not to mention that the blond idiot was shocked, he himself was also puzzled.

I don’t know how many blond-haired and blue-eyed people exist in this world. Let’s just say that they are in the UK now, and you can catch a lot of them if you go to the street.

But Qin Jiu dared to use his silver hair as a guarantee, the person in the painting is a blond idiot!

His light blue pupils are clear and bright, like the blue sky reflected by the sea, and like the thousand-year-old ice, that kind of specialness cannot be possessed by just anyone's eyes.

The staff saw their shock in their eyes, and they were still explaining calmly: "The author of this painting is ominous, the specific year of creation is ominous, and the pretending concept is ominous. The owner who provided these items said that this painting The reason why the name 73/100 is chosen is because the painter at that time created a total of one hundred paintings with the same figure as the theme, 73 is the number of this painting, and No.70 is three."

Tomorrow Xianglin asked anxiously: "What about the rest? Do you have any?"

The staff member shook his head: "Unfortunately, all we got was this one painting. The owner who provided the exhibit has the right to decide what to provide for our exhibition, and we have no right to ask."

"Then...then can you still contact the owner who provided the thing?!" Asuka Lin felt that the so-called owner behind it must know something!

Maybe he might not know the whole picture, but he should at least know something more!

The staff apologized: "I am very sorry, we cannot provide others with other people's contact information."

Tomorrow Xianglin's eyes dimmed, as if the hope she had just found was shattered again......

"However, when the transaction is settled, you will communicate with the seller in person, and then you can contact the other party directly."

Tomorrow Xianglin's eyes lit up again, and the flame of hope was rekindled!

As long as he can see the buyer behind the so-called, then... can he be one step closer to the truth?

.....

.........

Tomorrow Xianglin stayed in the exhibition all the time, and was not invited out by the staff until the closing time after work.

Even if she was invited out, Tomorrow Xianglin reluctantly looked at the locked gate.

If there was no time limit for Dehua in the exhibition, tomorrow Xianglin would probably sleep in it!

There is no other way, this breakthrough and discovery is really too important to him, and he has no reason to give up at this time!

In this way, Qin Jiu stayed with Xianglin tomorrow. Although he also had a lot of questions in his stomach to ask, he still held back for now.

After returning to the hotel, Asuka Lin remembered the Rumi Wakasa they met that day. Although he didn't know Rumi Wakasa's real identity, he just wanted to ask him how much he knew about the exhibition.

But they had just walked to the door, and before they entered their own room, they saw that the room directly opposite their room should belong to Rumi Wakasa. The door was wide open, and the cleaners were coming in and out to welcome the next one. Guests get ready.

Tomorrow Xianglin stepped forward, gave the person a few tips, and asked, "Hello, where is the woman who lived here?"

The cleaner looked at the large amount of consumption in his hand, and answered the question very happily: "The guest who originally stayed here has already checked out at noon today. As for where he went, I don't know, maybe he went to Maybe another city, after all, there is only such a hotel in our small town, not even a hotel."

"That's it... Thank you, you can be busy."

Tomorrow Xianglin secretly thought it was a pity, but she didn't expect that she had already left after only one day's effort......

Gin is very sure that this is not a coincidence, it must be that Rumi Wakasa's task of leading them to the exhibition is over, and they evacuated.

Back in the room, Tomorrow Xianglin no longer had the vigor he had when he went out this morning. He sat on the bed, staring at the floor with dull eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gin made himself a cup of black coffee very smoothly, without rushing or slowing down. Anyway, tonight is a confessional night, and it is definitely impossible to go to bed early.

Tomorrow Xianglin was in a daze, and suddenly remembered that they were actually only staying here for three days!

He immediately turned to Jean: "Master Gin! Hurry up! We have to go down to the counter! Extend the hotel room...and the air ticket! Extend it too!"

Gin took a sip of coffee and said, "I know, don't worry, just tell the counter when you go out tomorrow morning. Anyway, there are not many tourists coming to this place, and there are a lot of vacant rooms. Don't worry if we don't Where to sleep."

After tomorrow Xianglin listened to Qinjiu's words, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that Mr. Gin has said so, then it’s all right......

All they can do now is wait for the end of the exhibition, and then hand over to the people who provide these things behind them.

Just...wait...

Tomorrow Xianglin's mood was really tense all day today, although she has not completely relaxed yet, but after thinking that there is nothing else to do except wait, the strength in her body seems to be drained all of a sudden.

"Ha——" he yawned lazily, "Master Gin... let's go to bed, I'm tired..."

It's all mental work today, it's really exhausting.

While talking, Mingri Xianglin had already taken off her clothes and was getting into bed.

The air conditioner is a bit cold, so hurry up and get into the warm bed to be comfortable!

However, when he was pulling the quilt, Qin Jiu's big hand grabbed the corner of the quilt, and yanked hard——

"Ah! Cold—"

Xianglin got up tomorrow and wanted to grab the quilt back, but when she looked up, she met Qin Jiu's cold eyes.

Gin: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What... what..." Ming Ri Xianglin knew that she had something very important to hide from Mr. Qin Jiu, so she felt guilty and did not dare to look directly into the other party's eyes, as if she only wanted to see Qin Jiu's eyes. Eyes, as if he couldn't keep any secrets.

Gin knew that the blond idiot wouldn't say it so easily, but he wasn't in a hurry, the night was still long anyway—