Chapter 92:

Chapter 92:

Mingxian subconsciously took a few steps back.

The people around came to check, he was quickly squeezed out, his expression was still a little stunned, and he didn't seem to understand.

The sudden death of a coser caused a small commotion, but more people didn't know what was going on. The venue was too big. Mingxian looked around at a loss, clutching his mobile phone, and was hesitating whether to call the police or an ambulance. , the arm was suddenly caught.

When he turned around, it was Tang Jing.

Mingxian didn't have time to think about why Tang Jing ran over, but when he saw him, he couldn't help showing a relieved expression.

"Someone's dead!" he said sharply.

"I know, there's another incident over there." Tang Jing grabbed his arm, the casual smile on his face disappeared, and a pretty face that had been put on makeup had a kind of evil spirit. "You look for the nearest exit. I have informed 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 say, "What are you looking for? I'll help you find it together!"

"No, you leave first, hurry up!" Tang Jing let go, before Mingxian had time to say more words of retention, the person was gone.

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

Recently, due to the search for the stone tablet, the Special Administration Bureau has loosened its grip on the outside and tightened its grip on the inside, and has been watching Dongyang particularly closely, especially the international metropolis of Shencheng, which is close to Japan. Large-scale activities or meetings held at both ends are the focus of prevention.

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

There are not many people in the sub-bureau, 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. .

Together with the coser just now, two people had already died suddenly. Shu He and Huo Jie were a step too late when they found out. Tang Jing knew very well that even if he was finally taken to the forensic doctor for an autopsy, there would be no results. Heart or cerebral infarction.

But just now, he clearly smelled a trace of magic—

It flashed by, concealed in the sea of ​​people, and covered it with angry yang energy from all directions. It was an extremely clever approach.

As soon as that wisp of demonic energy entered the sea of ​​people, it instantly disappeared without a trace, leaving a cunning tail occasionally. When the hunter heard the news, it had already been on the top of the dust. Even Tang Jing would find it difficult to survive. In such a large hall, tens of thousands of lieutenant generals pulled out that wisp of demonic energy.

Some people already knew that two people died suddenly here, and the unexplained panic made them want to run out. There will inevitably be stampede incidents, which will make the scene even more chaotic, and it will be even more difficult to catch that wisp of devilish energy.

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

But Tang Jing caught a flash of black shadow in this light, the speed was extremely fast, and it was fleeting 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 exert much force, but the people around him fell to the side as soon as he pushed him. Tang Jing forgot all the scolding, and quickly swept to the door.

No matter how fast he was, he was running on two legs after all, which was incomparable to the invisible demonic energy. Seeing that he was about to be lost, Tang Jing narrowed his eyes and 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 biting the demonic energy, dragging it, and the suddenly bright light dragged the black demonic energy into a stagnation for a moment, just in the blink of an eye. After a while, Tang Jing arrived.

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

Demonic energy condensed, looked back on the ground, and roared lowly at those who blocked their back path.

"Soul-eating beast?" Tang Jing was surprised and puzzled, "How could this thing be mixed with demonic energy?"

The name sounds terrifying, but in fact, these strange beasts eat the souls of dead people, or the souls of those people who refuse to die after death and still linger in the world. They often haunt cemeteries or crematoriums. In a sense, humans don't have to be afraid of it.

But now it is clear that a person with a heart has taken advantage of the characteristics of a soul-eating beast and injected it with magical energy, turning it from an ordinary harmless soul-eating beast to a beast that devours the anger of living people.

This kind of venue with tens of thousands of people and a lot of mobility, it is difficult for anyone to find a little bit of anger swallowed. At most, they feel weak, but if the person it devours happens to be weak, there will be no trace of anger. , there will be danger of life.

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

Tang Jing didn't give them this chance to set the stage. He threw the ribbon from his arms, and the soft and slender ribbon suddenly shot straight at the soul-eating beast, directly wrapping its neck tightly, Tang Jing's wrist With a shake, the soul-eating beast was pulled over involuntarily.

"What is this!" An exclamation came from behind.

The other soul-eating beast was waiting for the opportunity, its body slightly lowered, and it jumped up directly to the person behind Tang Jing.

Tang Jing folded his five fingers, and the dazzling light poured out from the palm of his hand. Before Ming Xian could see clearly, the soul-eating beast formed by the condensed black demonic energy was covered by the light and smashed into pieces, and the demonic energy exploded into bits of powder that instantly dissipated into the air , leaving no trace.

Mingxian's face was full of shock, as if watching a fantasy blockbuster.

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

Tang Jing grabbed his hand, and the remaining soul-eating beast also entered into the light.

Her hair and clothes were not messed up. Tang Jing was still the charming Yu Ji. Looking at Mingxian, Fuchen didn't know where to throw it, and her wig was tangled everywhere.

"There are too many people at the exit. I can't squeeze through. When I see you running over, I'll follow behind. I want to see if I can help..." Mingxian swallowed and couldn't help but take two steps back. "If I said I didn't see anything, would it be too late?"

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

Mingxian said weakly: "Then you don't want to kill people, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, his jaw was pinched.

Mingxian couldn't help but slightly raised his head, letting the opponent's slender five fingers slowly slide to his neck, which was equivalent to exposing his fatal weakness, leading his neck to be slaughtered.

He wanted to cry without tears: "You, are you really going to kill me?"

Tang Jing's face slowly approached, and the beautiful eyes under the slender eyebrows seemed like a smile but not a smile. Ming Xian fixedly looked at it, not willing to blink any more. If he wanted to die, he would die. If a peony flower died, it would be romantic to be a ghost.

Then he made a request that was even less afraid of death.

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

Tang Jing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have the sullenness he imagined.

"Where are you kissing?"

Can you choose? Mingxian was overjoyed, and his eyes fell on Tang Jing's lips.

"You, you close your eyes first."

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

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

Mingxian was dragged away by him, looking back: "Those things..."

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

Today, if there are people from the Special Administration Bureau, at most these two lives will be regarded as news of suffocation, fainting and sudden death caused by too many participants in the event, and they will make local daily headlines.

The other party has absorbed a lot of yang energy from living people this time. Tang Jing couldn't speculate out of thin air what was the conspiracy, but he felt a headache when he thought that security must be strengthened for all large-scale events and meetings in the future.

Mingxian didn't notice his distress, and said with great interest: "You really are not ordinary people! In fact, I saw it on the plane. You have a mysterious aura about you, just like the hero 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 atmosphere? Tang Jing turned back slowly: "Who is your name Tang Tang?"

Mingxian: "Then Jingjing?"

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

Back at the venue, the crowd was almost evacuated, and the exhibition hall closed ahead of schedule due to the light failure affecting safety. This reason naturally attracted some people's dissatisfaction, feeling that they had spent money but suffered a loss, but when the crowd dispersed, the other party wanted to add more It is not easy to absorb yang energy, Shu He and Huo Jie are still searching, trying to find the real murderer behind the scenes.

Tang Jing couldn't help frowning.

Today's animation festival, exhibitors and players will have a lot of novel dresses, all kinds of cosplay are more convenient for murderers to fish in troubled waters, and it is easier to be taken advantage of by demons than other activities, so Tang Jing will come to sit in person, in fact, the Special Administrative Bureau has already advanced It has been arranged, and 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, that is to say, whether the murderer or those soul-eating beasts, it is very likely that they did not sneak in from the outside.

Where the **** did it go wrong?

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

Mingxian: ? ? ?

Tang Jing frowned at him.

Mingxian looked back blankly.

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

Mingxian said: "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 in the crowd before, the venue was obviously very busy. It was stuffy and there were a lot of people, but I don’t know why, but every now and then there were a few cold winds blowing from my neck, and I thought it was too much air-conditioning at the time.”

Tang Jing: "Neck?"

Mingxian nodded: "The back of the neck is like a gust of wind that jumps into the clothes from below, and then comes out of the collar."

under……

Tang Jingwang looked behind Mingxian, his eyes slowly looking down.

Mingxian moved a little embarrassedly: "Don't..."

Tang Jing could see what the other party was thinking at a glance. The man on the plane looked pure, but he didn't expect that the yellow waste in his heart had flooded into a disaster. He was indeed a novelist.

In normal times, he may joke a few words, take people home, and meet Jin Feng Yulu, who is yours, but there are more important business affairs at the moment. Take your mind back.

He saw the bump that was temporarily covered. It was supposed to be a ground plug, which was generally used to connect the power supply. It was everywhere in the exhibition hall. To prevent everyone from tripping, the red carpet was specially covered.

The wires go underground and also to the outside.

This is a loophole in the magic circle. Because the venue is too big, they only have time to arrange the surrounding area, and they can't cover the top and bottom. It will take too much energy and the loss will not be worth the loss. Even the head of Longhushan Maoshan can't do it. When they arrived, the other party took advantage of this, and went down from the ground, walked from the ground, and absorbed the vitality of yang, without knowing it.

so smart.

Tang Jing smiled coldly.

...

The other side of Shencheng.

The auction is located on the second floor of a gallery. The content is exhibitions and auctions. However, I checked the Internet on the Winter Solstice. The auction has been held for several times. It was initiated by a well-known local collector. The target is mainly aimed at high-end customers, and if they change to the express hotel they were planning to stay in before, they will definitely not receive this kind of promotional album.

Although there are brochures, generally speaking, this kind of activity is carried out by acquaintances with acquaintances. There are very few people like the Winter Solstice, who rush to participate.

A well-dressed young lady entertained them. I heard that when the two of them came back first, they didn't show any surprise and contempt for looking at the country bumpkins. She still smiled and asked, "May I ask if you two are only visiting the cultural and play exhibition? Or even participate in the auction?"

Solstice: "Does it make a difference?"

The other party explained patiently: "The exhibition is mainly based on Chinese classical culture, including calligraphy, painting, antiques, jewelry, etc., which are collected by various folk collectors. The two of you can enter and visit as long as you register your identity information. If the auction is held, you have to pay a security deposit, 500,000 yuan per person. When the event ends, if the two of you do not shoot anything, the security deposit will be refunded in full. If you do, the money will be directly deducted from the security deposit. Retire and make up for less."

The Winter Solstice had never participated in this kind of high-end auction, so I looked at Liu Qingbo. Anyway, it was the eldest young master who was clamoring to participate.

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

The young lady's smile faltered slightly: "Sir, our event has been held five times, once a year. The organizer, Mr. Fang Mu, is a well-known collector in our city, and also enjoys a good reputation at home and abroad, and this event is closely related to In cooperation with Christie’s auction house, your concerns can be said to be completely non-existent.”

The name Xiang Mu, I have heard of the winter solstice, but I only know that the other party is an entrepreneur, but I don't know there is a collector's name. It's normal to think about it, gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, and literary play. Only those with considerable financial strength can afford it.

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

The lady smiled slightly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I didn't make it clear just now. Half a million dollars is US dollars, and swiping the card is only for temporary freezing. Is there any problem with the two of you?"

Liu Qingbo raised his eyebrows: "No problem."

The winter solstice touched him with his elbow: "My half a million, you also give it!"

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

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

Liu Qingbo was slightly proud: "The last time I saw you flipping through your wallet, I accidentally saw it. If I didn't even have the eyesight, what kind of sword would I be practicing?"

The winter solstice spreads hands: "If I swiped that card, Master would immediately know that we are messing around here. I also promised him last time not to run around casually. My own money is put in the financial management, and I will take it in a while. If you don’t have that much cash, it’s up to you, it doesn’t matter if I participate or not, or you can participate by yourself, I’ll take a walk outside, and we’ll find a place to meet.”

Liu Qingbo originally went to Chen Guoliang. If there is no Winter Solstice, no one will share the fun at that time, so he has no good air: "Go out, let me go out for you!"

The two of them had one million dollars, and the combined amount was six or seven million RMB. Master Liu didn't change his face, just swiped his card, signed his name, got the invitation letter for the auction, and went in with the Winter Solstice.

The winter solstice gave a thumbs up: "Crazy! Pride!"

Liu Qingbo snorted: "When you take out that black card, isn't it more arrogant than me?"

Winter Solstice: "My weapon is the ultimate lethal weapon and cannot be easily displayed."

The two came to the second floor with one another, and the exhibition was open from 9:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m. There was a dinner party at noon, all of which were provided free of charge, but only after paying a deposit were allowed to participate in the auction. Only qualified guests can 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 on the auction later, but as soon as they entered, they knew that their ideas were wrong. There are really many good things in this exhibition. Of course, whether it is genuine or fake, the two are not experts. It is impossible to see it with the naked eye, but the richness and heritage of the collection are still beyond their imagination.

China has thousands of years of history, from the royal family to the common people. It has experienced wars and displacements, changing dynasties, how many treasures have been lost overseas, and how many pearls have been dusted. It is unknown. Although the collections in museums are precious, they are also It is only a part of all the treasures, and there are many occasions, which are obtained by folk collectors.

Like collections, wealth will always be collected and circulated slowly, and eventually it will be acquired by a few people. These collectors have a dazzling array of things in their hands. If they only collect and enjoy themselves, they will always regret it, and they are reluctant to donate them, so there is this kind of private life. An exhibition of this nature, open to the public for viewing, to satisfy their sharing psychology and sense of accomplishment. In the final analysis, it is similar to a child’s desire to show off a novelty toy with his friends.

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

Liu Qingbo was quiet for a while, and then he couldn't help but complain: "I think there must be a fake here...Fuck! Look over there, they say it's a Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, you're laughing to death! Now! Do you know what the price is on the outside, he just put the things worth hundreds of millions here, separated by a layer of glass, for everyone to see? If I want to see, at most they are imitations from the Qianlong period!"

Compared to Liu Qingbo's ranting guests, the Winter Solstice is really looking at the collection seriously.

With a background in painting, he pays more attention to the lines and colors of each collection, and 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, but even if it is a fake, it can be faked. At least the workmanship is delicate enough to be appreciated as a piece of art.

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

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

"Look at this painting." Winter Solstice said.

He was talking about a landscape painting in front of him. The painter was unknown. According to the introduction, the painter was named Wei Kun, who was from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. When I saw the sunset on the peaks and the emerald green in the autumn, I painted it with emotion, and there were two poems next to it.

An unremarkable landscape painting.

In terms of brushwork and artistic conception, Liu Qingbo has no artistic cells and cannot be seen, but from the name of the author, it can be inferred that this painting must have no place in the history of painting.

But the winter solstice guy wasn't so bored that he teased him about such trivial matters. Liu Qingbo suppressed his impatience and took a serious look at the painting, and he really let him see something.

"You mean, this?" He pointed to a rocky road 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 calms down. It turns into a stream at the bottom of the mountain. Pieces of red leaves fall on the stream and on the rocks in the stream. There is a stone tablet standing crookedly, half in the soil and half on the ground, as if it was washed down by the heavy rain. It looks like a tombstone, but it doesn't look like it, because there is no grave next to it, and no one will put the grave next to the stream. of.

Winter Solstice nodded: "Look carefully at the words above."

Wei Kun painted this painting with great care, which is reflected in his copying and presentation of details. If you look closely, you can see the lines of trees and stones, the feathers of birds, and not only that, but even the talismans on the half-section of the stone tablet that are exposed outside. Wen, he portrayed it truthfully.

Liu Qingbo squinted and watched for a long time, and finally remembered that the stone tablet they found in the underground altar in Yinchuan was exactly this kind of talisman!

Although half of the stele was buried in the soil, the painter did not dig out the half of the stele and painted it, but Liu Qingbo confirmed that he would not admit his mistake, because after returning from Yinchuan, Long Shen was before the altar was resealed. The rune on the stele was specially expanded and used as a material circulated internally for their research. Although everyone did not understand the meaning of the rune, they were very familiar with it, and they could recall it immediately.

Liu Qingbo did not expect that he wanted to make fun of Chen Guoliang on a whim, and he actually made such a shocking discovery.