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Yergo was napping - not because he had no work at hand and was too idle.

He stayed up late last night to write a report, and he didn't have time to rush home to rinse and change clothes, so he went straight to work wearing yesterday's clothes.

Suddenly, the office door opened, and Yergo was startled, and quickly stood up, and stood up unusually straight: "Mr. Victor!

"That...... I am not Mr. Victor. ”

Yergo was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw a civilian policewoman, and suddenly cracked her mouth in embarrassment.

The policewoman snickered, "Okay, Mr. Victor is in the café downstairs, he said to let you come over." He seemed to be receiving someone, and his face was very serious...... Well, though, he's not always looked friendly. ”

"Guest?" said Yergo, stunned for a moment, then walked out with a puzzled look.

Running down the stairs as quickly as he could, he found the café, and in the corner of the corner, Jergo saw Victor's back. When he walked over, he also saw what the policewoman called the 'receptionist'.

He has a typical oriental face, black hair, and a black coat...... In your thirties?

This man's eyes made Yergo suddenly feel a strange pressure.

At this time, Victor also turned around and said to Yergo: "Don't stand, sit down." Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Ye Yan from Lyon, France. He will ask you carefully about something, and you will answer honestly later. ”

Speaking of Lyon, France...... Yergo suddenly realized something. He looked at Victor and Ye Yan in amazement, "Mr. Victor, this ......"

"Remember the arrest of an Italian drug trafficker in Moscow two years ago?" Victor smiled and said, "It was a joint operation, and this guy and I have known each other since then." ”

"Oh......" Yergo sat down stiffly, although they were different systems, they were essentially doing things to extinguish evil, Yergo quickly adjusted his mentality, "I don't know if Mr. Ye has anything to ask me?"

"Then I'll get straight to the point. Ye Yan smiled and said...... Of course, I don't know how to speak Russian anymore.

Able to converse only in English.

He is indeed Ye Yan, overnight, Ye Yan, who came to Moscow directly from France, made him make such a move just because of a message from Victor.

"I want to know, about that 'corpse'. Ye Yan said with a straight face: "Trouble Mr. Yergo, you can describe to me the whole thing." Listen, Mr. Jelgo, this is important to me, and even more so to our headquarters over there, and I hope you will be able to do everything!"

Yergo subconsciously glanced at Victor...... Although Interpol sounds like a very prestigious profession, they don't actually have the power to request information directly from other police systems.

Seeing that Victor gave a tacit look, Yergo hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay, Mr. Ye, you can ask me." ”

"That person, why did he become like this?"

"I remember, as if he had taken a syringe out of his body and ......stuck it in his neck," Yergo recalled.

Ye Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you sure?"

"Hmm. Yergo nodded, "His body started to swell after that, I'm sure of that." ”

Ye Yan nodded, sighed, but also squinted his eyes, "Finally...... Found a little clue about those guys. ”

Yergo...... Yergo had been confused anyway.

......

After asking a question and a scene more than ten times, Ye Yan left as if he was satisfied.

Said there was something else to do.

Yergo and Victor were left behind.

Yergo couldn't help but hesitate: "Mr. Victor...... Isn't it a bit ...... for us to reveal this matter in private?"

"It's not a private disclosure. Victor said calmly: "There are many things involved behind this matter, and I can't say it clearly for a while." But later, you'll get to it. ”

"Huh?"

Victor suddenly took out a ticket from his suit: "This is a ticket to France tomorrow, and your transfer letter." ”

"Ah, Mr. Victor, I don't quite understand. ”

"The French side has been replenishing manpower recently, about a month ago, when I contacted Ye Yan, he asked me if there were any good guys I could recommend. Of course, it was probably just casual talk at the time, but I did recommend you. ”

"Mr. Vi, Mr. Victor!"

"Listen. Victor said indifferently: "Don't follow me...... I have no future with me, because I don't know what the future holds. I may not be able to go on, but I may be able to keep going. But no matter what, it's always good for you to go out and practice. Of course, you can also refuse not to go, I'm not pushing you to do anything. However, if you choose to stay, I will apply for you to be transferred to the evidence room. ”

This is what becomes a clerical ...... Demotion in disguise.

"I ...... Can I not think about it? I think I need a little time to digest it. ”

"Not too long. ”

......

......

Yakov returned home after a busy day.

He sat directly on the couch and called out his wife's name, but after calling for a while, there was no response, which made him look around in confusion.

The moment his gaze turned to his back, Yakov jumped up in horror, "You...... What are you?"

"Mr. Director of the Art Museum, you blamed me for stealing the paintings before, and you forgot who I was so quickly?"

The black leather coat is supposed to be a woman, but with a black clown hood, she can't see it.

Yakov frowned and said, "You...... Are you a real F&C?"

He quietly backed away as he stood on guard.

"If I were you, the best option now would be to stay still...... Otherwise, I don't know what's in the room. Oh, I'm talking about what will happen to your wife and your children. ”

"What do you want to do!" said Yakov, startled, shocked and angry.

"Where is the real Nameless Girl?"

"The Nameless Girl? "Isn't this already sent back to the museum?" said Yakov in a cold sweat.

"After reopening today, I've been there too. Under the clown's hood, Vera sneered: "But I scanned it with some special equipment...... You know, your kind of paint, if you use light, it's going to make some changes. It took me two whole days to test the intensity of the light. ”

"I—I don't know what you're talking about!" Yakov turned his head.

"Really?" Vera continued to sneer, "then shall I go to the museum and take a picture of the so-called real 'The Nameless Girl'?" I think something interesting must happen. Oh yes, I also found some interesting things in your house, which seems to be documents about the use of funds for the museum's renovation. ”

"You ......" Yakov said with a deep breath, "Don't, let's talk about it." You just want the real picture, but I can tell you that it's not in my hands. Be...... It was Yefim who wanted to blackmail me, and I had to do it! After the painting was made, I gave it to him directly! So, I don't know where the painting is now! Although I also suspect that the painting in the museum may be fake, I can only pretend that I don't know. ”

Vera suddenly walked in front of Yakov and said in a cacophony voice modulated by a voice changer: "You know, Mr. Curator, I don't have a good reputation...... So what I'm going to do is hard for me to imagine. ”

"I really don't know!"

"Really? What you call the real painting...... But why did I end up with a 'made-in-China' after I got it?"

"I—I don't know what you're talking about......"

Vera didn't bother to say more, she pressed the person directly on the table, took out a small path, and nailed it to the table at once—next to the face of the director of the art museum.

"I said, I said, don't kill me!

Yakov was shocked at this time, and hurriedly said: "Paint...... The painting is still with me! I, I know Yefim is a guy who doesn't do art at all, and he wouldn't have thought that I would dare to drop the painting before handing it to him...... I'm just fighting hard, I really owe too much gambling debt, I can only fight this one, you know, this family is on my income to sustain ......"

"I'm not interested in listening to your family affairs, where are the paintings?"

"Study...... Behind the bookshelves in the study. ”

Vera took the man into the study and made Yakov push open the bookshelf, where he found a painting wrapped in oiled paper.

After Vera's threat, Yakov was able to tear open the oiled paper and remove the contents without complaining.

But when the painting was unfurled, Yakov had a strange expression, "How can this be!

He smashed the frame in one fell swoop - in front of Vera!

Vera was amazed at the guy's move...... Could it be that he intends to destroy the evidence? But he is willing to do this real "Nameless Girl"?

Soon, however, Vera finally understood why Yakov had such a devastating expression.

Behind this so-called real "Nameless Girl" that he dropped back, there is also a made-in-China.

"How so! what about my paintings? what about my paintings?!! who stole my paintings!!" Yakov frantically rummaged through the study.

Vera looked at it for a while, and looking at this guy's appearance, it seemed that she had also been put on a ...... So where is it really painted?

"No clue at all!"

Miss Vera, who had a gloomy face, reluctantly climbed through the window and left, just seeing Yakov's wife and children driving back, and subconsciously sneered: "I don't even know that my family is attending the party today, and I am embarrassed to say that it is for the sake of my family, hey." ”

At this moment, Vera's phone rang.

"Big Boss Vera, the identity of the wolf species you rescued in the manor has been found...... His name is Yergo, and he is a small agent in Moscow. However, I found out that he seemed to have bought a ticket to fly to France tomorrow. ”

"France?" Vera was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled and said, "Vika, I've worked hard for you this time, let's go to France for a vacation." ”

“...... Are you sure it's because of the holiday??!!!"

"I've heard that French male models are very good. ”

“...... Is it okay to have a 3 p.m. plane?"

......

......

There was a knock on the door.

There was a knock in front of the office of the deputy editor-in-chief of what was said to be the city's gossip magazine.

As soon as Ren Ziling heard the knock on the door, she hurriedly raised her head from the pillow she was on, wiped her saliva, and saw that it was a pear that walked in, so she rolled her eyes: "It's you, I thought it was the old dirty turtle of the editor-in-chief." ”

Pear walked in with some difficulty.

Why is it so difficult?

It's like a mass grave, and it's filled with the smell of instant noodles.

Lizi looked at the more messy desk, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Sister Ren, why do I think that Luo Qiu has not been here for the past few weeks, and your life is like falling into hell, working overtime every day and not going home, and sleeping here directly?"

Ren Ziling yawned, "I still have five days of clothes left unwashed at home, do you want to help me wash them?"

"Excuse me!" said Lizi hurriedly pinching her nose and waving her hand.

Ren Ziling gave the third finger of the pear order, and then stretched her waist and said: "What's the matter, say! It's okay, let's go! I'll continue to sleep! The boss is here and tell me in advance!"

"Sister Ren, you have a courier!"

"Courier?"

"That's right. Pear nodded and said, "It seems to be a painting, right? International Express, sent from Moscow...... It should be a letter from Luoqiu!"

"I'm ...... What are you sending me a picture for?

"That'...... So I threw it?"

"I'll throw you first!!"

......

Ren Ziling opened the package and found that it was an oil painting.

Ren the deputy editor-in-chief who was drinking coffee to refresh himself twisted his neck, always feeling that he hadn't slept at home in the past few days, and he felt uncomfortable...... Sleeping at home, waking up every day is full of energy, and sure enough, the bed at home can replenish the vitality the most!

Ren Ziling, who couldn't figure out anything after looking at this oil painting for a while, wrinkled her nose and casually put this oil painting under the wall of her office.

"'The Nameless Girl'?

But think about it, that's probably all there is to art, right?

But when she looked at her garbage-like office, she always felt that even if an oil painting was added here, it wouldn't improve much.

"This is a special product in the tourist area, what can be forced?" Ren Ziling shook her head and said, "Maybe it's still 'made-in-China'!" )