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"Two police officers wait, I'll change my clothes first and go with you. By the way, the bathroom is on the left side of the corridor, please give yourself your own care."

Yamamoto came upstairs, and two policemen had already pushed the door into the house and were waiting in the foyer at the door.

These are two white policemen, one is a young white male policeman in his twenties, and the other is a very beautiful female policeman.

When he saw the female policeman, Yamamoto sighed in his heart, how beautiful it was, and then he pointed his finger and extended to the corridor on the right side of the house.

The female policeman did not rush over, but stood there and smiled at him. Yamamoto felt a little happy.

"It's really cold today. You haven't gotten off work yet? Why didn't we hear that you've seized those artworks in the afternoon? Didn't we find it in that Percy's house? By the way, do you want something to drink?"

In order to hide his panic, Yamamoto asked a series of questions, but none of the two policemen standing opposite him answered.

This is different from the police he has met before. In the past two days, he has been dealing with people from the Boston Police Department because of the robbery at the art gallery. Because of his status, those guys are very polite to him and have always answered questions and answered questions. What happened to these two today?

Yamamoto was still surprised, but immediately noticed something was wrong. As an antique lover, he had absolutely keen eyes.

In an instant, he thought of the strangeness of the two policemen opposite him. Why are their expressions so unnatural, just like... they look like wax figures in a wax museum. Although the proportions are still normal, why are their faces so stiff?

When he looked up, Yamamoto couldn't help but grow up, because the two policemen opposite were holding black pistols.

Baga! I was fooled!

Yamamoto cursed in his heart, but he was not panicked. After becoming the director of the Oriental Department of the Boston Art Gallery, he personally participated in many shameful things.

Illegal reselling cultural relics, using cultural relics auctions to launder money, etc. These are all trivial matters, and he has even done a lot of things that determine the life and death of others in just one word.

Over the years, because the art gallery held auctions every year to eliminate some collection recycling funds. Then, through various channels, he introduced some new collections to attract audiences and maintain the number of collections, so he also did a lot of shameful things.

For example, if you come into contact with those cultural relics thieves, designate a certain place or a certain location, ask them to steal the cultural relics collected by that place, and then wash them with a few water. Finally, you will become their collection openly, etc.

He has done too much such things, and in his memory, there are at least a dozen deaths.

For example, when he was hit by Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans a few years ago, the thieves he contacted took advantage of the chaos and committed at least a dozen cases in the New Orleans area, including seven or eight deaths, but it happened to be because of the hurricane.

So those victims eventually became missing persons, so that things did not make a big deal.

There is also the case of the family killing in Nashville, Tennessee in the past few years, and in Louisiana...

For a moment, countless shots were played back in Yamamoto's mind, all of which were bloody crimes he had instructed others to commit, so he did not look particularly panic when facing two dark guns.

After all, after having experienced such things, he became more indifferent to life and death, but he was very curious about what these two people came from.

Wearing a police uniform, I tricked myself into opening the door. Does this trick seem to be exactly the same as the case of robbing the art gallery a few days ago?

Could it be that they were some Percy Jackson's subordinate, and who knew that he had taken advantage of his opportunity to commit crimes and robbed himself, so he came to find his own bad luck?

When Yamamoto thought of this, he was stunned, and then he immediately had an answer in his heart, which must be the case.

Others do not have such courage, they do not have enemies. Those who are in potential danger of becoming enemies should have been killed by the people they instructed.

The one who has the courage to cause trouble for himself now must be that guy Percy.

"Mr. Yamamoto, I think you should be very clear about why we came to you, right?"

The white policeman standing opposite, his face had a stiff and weird smile.

Yamamoto nodded lightly: "Did Percy ask you to come to me?"

Jin Muchen, who was standing opposite, was stunned when he heard Yamamoto say this. Why did this guy know that Percy?

He turned his head and looked at Jesse, who shook his head obscurely at him, saying that she didn't know what was going on.

Jin Muchen looked at Yamamoto with a calm face and soon had an idea and decided to follow his words. He really wanted to make more confusing words from this guy. After hearing what he said, could he really collude with the scapegoat Percy?

"Since you've guessed it, you should understand what to do, right?"

"Well, I'm sorry, this time I used Mr. Jackson to do something I shouldn't have done. Since you have found me, then okay. I'll hand over those things to you, and hope you can save my life."

Although he has taken life and death lightly, no one wants to die after all, so what Yamamoto is doing now is just trying to save his life.

After all, compared with those antique civil and military officials who can only be seen, cannot be eaten or consumed, their lives are the most important. If you keep the green mountains there, you will not be afraid of burning firewood!

Unexpectedly, after a few words in a accident, this guy was willing to hand over the things, which really made Jin Muchen overjoyed.

Originally, he was worried that this guy would be stubborn and spend some time on his own. Although he didn't mind and directly sent a bullet to this guy, considering that he had to pry something out of his mouth, there would inevitably be some execution process before he understood his life.

Jin Muchen is not a pervert, he does not enjoy the torture process. Although the other party is a Japanese, he doesn't like to make torture to get what he wants.

Unexpectedly, this guy cooperated very well, saving himself this trouble.

"It's not a problem to survive. As long as you cooperate with us well. Okay, stop talking nonsense, lead the way!"

Jin Muchen shook the gun in his hand, and Yamamoto turned around consciously, raised his hands and walked towards the basement.

Jin Muchen and Jesse followed him to the basement. The mountain came to his bookcase, pressed the password, and opened the vault.

Since the other party has come to the door, it is better not to play tricks. He has lived in Boston for most of his life. Of course, he has heard of Percy Jackson's reputation.

Moreover, even the police dared to fight against each other today. So killing yourself is like crushing an ant to death?

Since they came to the door, they obviously found out that they were custody and theft, so there was no need to play tricks in front of them. It was the most important to save their lives.

Jin Muchen did not go in by himself, but looked up at the vault, and then drew at Yamamoto's brush.

Yamamoto was very obedient. He entered the vault, took out a few scrolls, and handed them to Jin Muchencai.

Jin Muchen took the scrolls, spread them one by one and put them on the table.

First of all, the hazy white light flashing on these scrolls indicates that these are not ordinary things. When they opened them, Jin Muchen felt very calm and he was indeed not wrong. These paintings were indeed secretly written by this grandson.

In the first scroll, the Buddhist scriptures on the three-story platform directly above the picture are shining in the blazing flames, with clouds lingering in the sky, while the scrolls in the other piles of flames have been wiped out. Below the stage are several proud saints, some dejected Taoists, and several other figures who look at the monks and are a little flattering.

This painting is exactly one of the "Five Hundred Arhats" that the Boston Art Museum, which he had been looking for before, regarded as one of the treasures of the town.

The name of this painting is "Classic Chery", which tells the story of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism during the Han Dynasty. It is said that in the 14th year of Emperor Ming of Han, that is, in 71 AD, Taoist priests of the Five Mountains sects argued with Buddhist monks, saying that they were the orthodox immortals, so they burned their own scriptures to compete, and the Taoist sects turned into ashes. The Buddhist scriptures were not only safe and sound, but also shining brightly, and Buddhists won a complete victory.

From then on, Buddhism began to become popular in China, and this painting tells the story of the past.

The famous "Five Hundred Arhats Picture" is actually a set of villain books about Buddhist allusions from the past, based on the eyes of people today.

This "Five Hundred Arhats Picture" was created by Lin Tinggui and Zhou Jichang, a painter in the Ningbo Professional Painters workshop of the Southern Song Dynasty.

This set of Arhat pictures has a total of 100 pictures, each of which is painted by 5 Arhats around a Buddhist allusion. Major cultural and museum institutions in Europe and the United States have a total of 12 of them. There are 10 pictures in Boston's museum, and they have always regarded them as treasures, even as one of the treasures of the museum.

When Jin Muchen was operating in the art gallery a few days ago, these ten paintings were one of his goals. Unfortunately, he didn't find them at that time and thought they were used for maintenance.

Later, on TV, Yamamoto said arrogantly that ten paintings were also looted and lost by the robbers. He was furious at the time. The first thought that happened to his mind was that these paintings were privately distributed by Shingo Yamamoto.
Chapter completed!