However, the situation in front of me was not as optimistic as the smile on Long Junchen's face. Not to mention Long Junchen, he still had no idea whether the devourer used his own guessing method. Even if they used it, which exhibition paintings they would replace or which pieces of porcelain for exhibitions would be difficult to find out. These calligraphy and painting porcelain are precious works of art, and many of them are even main objects. If there is no evidence to investigate rashly, the owners of the artworks will inevitably not agree. Even if they agree, if nothing is found, there is no way to explain it.

Moreover, this matter cannot be delayed. Once the exhibition date is approaching, even if Long Junchen finds out what has been passive, it will be difficult for those pedantic and sour and stubborn old stubborn people to identify it.

Because according to the rules of the antique industry, to identify a painting, the best way is to take a piece of paper for age identification, and to identify a vessel, the best way is to take a piece of debris from it for screening.

However, this method undoubtedly hurts one thousand enemies and one hundred of them. If it is fake, it is easy to say, but if it is true, if it is identified like this, it will basically destroy the cultural relics. The cultural relics with few arms and legs will almost be completely lost.

So, if it reaches that point, Long Junchen probably no one dares to stand up and point out that these things are fake, and even if someone dares to point out, no one dares to test them personally. Who can bear this responsibility? These are all national cultural relics, let alone losing money or losing their heads.

Long Junchen slowly clarified his thoughts, and the smile on his face finally disappeared slowly. A touch of frost slowly enveloped his face. After thinking through the logic before and after, Long Junchen found that it would be difficult to break the situation no matter how he did it. Even if he was suspected, these terrorists could continue to implement their plans without fear. Without anyone stopping them, the balance of victory had completely tilted towards the Devourer.

Long Junchen swallowed his saliva, and he repeatedly told himself to calm down in his heart. Now he is the person closest to the truth, so he must be calm, be calm!

At this time, Long Junchen was like an ant on a hot pan, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. His steps were very chaotic, like a drum beat by a child, and his mood was even more chaotic, like a mess of black threads.

From the beginning, Long Junchen felt that he was being led by someone else. He was completely in a passive position. Whenever he found some clues, he would immediately break them. Whenever he found Mosang's house, he even disappeared.

When he found Cui Desheng's unnatural death, he found that all the clerks at Mosang's house were murdered. The only Ma Liu confessed to Bai Tingjing.

Although it was winter, Long Junchen was walking back and forth very quickly, so he walked aimlessly, and there was already a fine amount of sweat on his forehead.

If someone can stand in the distance and quietly look at Linshui County at 3 a.m. and look at an inconspicuous small village next to him, he will find that a young man is like a psychopath, walking in the moonlight without sleeping for the middle of the night, sometimes standing still in place, sometimes scratching his ears and foreheads, sometimes covering his face and sighing, which looks quite funny.

But what is even more surprising is that in the shadow not far away, there was a pretty girl wearing a black windbreaker quietly watching the funny boy. It doesn’t matter if a lunatic is a lunatic, but there are people who are looking at this lunatic with affection.

The girl in the shadow had no expression, just like she was looking at a landscape painting with ink splashing ink, or she was also a little man in the landscape painting, a man and a woman, accompanied by the moonlight, silent.

The girl looked at the boy with deep affection; the boy was walking, and the moonlight rippled on the two of them, which was particularly natural.

Ye Hu seemed to be crazy at this time and had forgotten what she was doing here. She supported her jade hand on the trunk of the tree, and her eyebrows were curved at the hesitant and depressed boy, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

When she was young, her favorite flower was sunflower. It was born to the sun, representing hope and light. This is the least thing for her killer profession, because as a killer, she knows more clearly than anyone else. Hope is more desperate than despair itself.

But she never felt dark inside. On the contrary, she hoped to leave Mo Ye, leave that organization, and live a normal life, and he gave herself this promise.

Of course, in addition to hope and light, the sunflower is silent love.

Ye Hu looked at Long Junchen quietly, and his clear eyes reflected the figure of the boy, as if he was telling softly, "I only have you in my eyes."

When a woman is staring at a man like this, there are only two possibilities. First, there is something strange on the man's face, and second, she falls in love with this man.

At this moment, Long Junchen naturally couldn't imagine that his absent-minded look was like a male god in the eyes of others. Perhaps this was the appearance of Xi Shi in the eyes of a lover.

Just as Ye Hu was stunned, Long Junchen finally figured out what to do. He kept asking himself, why did he come to Linshui County? Why did he come to Linshui County?

Because I found out that there was something wrong with Mosang's house.

Then why did I find out that there is a problem with Mosang's house? It is because of the clerks' bizarre deaths one after another and Ma Liu's confession.

So everything seemed to have returned to the starting point, back to when he accidentally discovered that there were a few foreigners entering and leaving at Mosang House.

Now I don’t seem to have much to do, but there is one thing he must do. The shop owner in Mosang’s house is still alive.

Long Junchen gently hit the palm of his left hand with his right fist, and a relieved smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. He followed the moonlight and walked back to the hotel step by step, with a high fighting spirit in his eyes.

Long Junchen returned to the hotel and found Ye Hu sitting quietly on a chair, closing his eyes and concentrating his breathing, as if she had never been out before. Only Long Junchen knew that this girl would come back for a few minutes before herself at most.

"I have a question." Ye Hu, who has always been unwilling to ask questions, suddenly asked Long Junchen for no reason.

Long Junchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled with a pursed lips and said, "You said, why are you so serious?"...
Chapter completed!