"Is there still no news about Anna?"
"Sorry, boss. We just found this thing in the end... off the highway on Fifth Avenue." The men pulled out a broken brooch.
Inside the building, Yefim was looking at his subordinates—he had a very good demeanor, especially when he was with those politicians for dinner, he maintained his demeanor to a textbook level, but in his own place, he I don't think there's any need to keep this kind of thing going.
So he snorted coldly, poured the unfinished wine in the cup directly on the face of his subordinates, and snorted coldly: "Humph! Trash!"
The subordinates wiped their faces, but couldn't see the angry expression, and then said slowly: "Boss, last night that guy claimed to be Yuri from the Decaby family. So many guests heard it, do you think we should Contact this family and ask what happened to them?"
Yefim continued to snort coldly: "Contact them? This auction is held in the name of f&c. If you ask me to contact them, is it equivalent to telling people that I am the one who stole the painting?"
"Boss, I mean, we can also continue to contact the Decaby family under the name of 'Liberty and Clowns.'"
"Fool! Who is this Dikabi family? Do you think they will pay attention to a small thief?" Yefim walked back and forth in front of the sofa angrily.
Suddenly, the elevator at the back opened, and a man walked in: "Boss, there is a letter for you, but it doesn't have your name on it."
"Who sent it?" Yefim frowned.
"It's just a child, so I shouldn't know anything." The man said quickly, "But I also said: You will need the things inside... We checked, and there is nothing dangerous in it."
Yefim narrowed his eyes, and did not take the envelope, but said calmly, "Open it and see what's inside."
The man had no choice but to open the envelope sealed with wax.
"This is... an invitation letter." He was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, looked at Yefim and said slowly, "You are invited to participate in the auction."
Yefim was startled, and then he grabbed the invitation letter from his subordinate's hand, glanced at it quickly, and then frowned.
He couldn't help thinking back to what he saw last night through the lens hidden by the brooch on Anna's body—it was too blurry at the end, he couldn't see clearly, but he could hear the guy who called himself Yuri very well. every word of speech.
He will be auctioning off the real "The Lady with No Name."
Yefim didn't think about how the other party had this painting - what he thought was that this guy had already announced the auction in front of all the guests, and it seemed unnecessary to send another invitation letter.
And, this is an invitation sent here!
"You go out first." Yefim ordered calmly.
It wasn't until the two subordinates left that he couldn't help but hastily walked up the spiral staircase to the upper floor of the room. He pressed a button, and one of the bookcases placed here opened automatically—and there was a door hidden inside.
Yefim entered the password to open the door—here is his collection room.
When he saw the real "Unknown Girl" which was still placed here, he felt a little relieved. However, this invitation letter in his hand...
He had to think in the worst direction: Did the people in the Decaby family know something.
"Yuri... Yuri?" Yefim muttered to himself.
He couldn't see a down-and-out tramp and the heir to the madman's family as the same person, and the duplication of names might just be a coincidence.
Anna said that when she dealt with Yuri on the platform, she found that his so-called possession of evidence was nothing more than a lie for fraud...
"Is Anna lying to me, Yuri is not dead at all..."
Yefim frowned.
He suddenly picked up the phone, dialed one of the numbers, and put on a smiling face: "Hei, old man, how are you doing recently?"
"Oh, is it Yefim? It's not good. I've been bored to death recently. You know, the scandal about the collusion between politicians and gangsters broke out on VK last week, and they bombarded me almost every day! Famous painting stolen... ”
The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was even softer: "Our Mr. President has also spoken... Old man, if the criminals in these two cases are no longer found, maybe even I will be the one to blame. Retire!"
Yefim sighed and said, "Yes, another scandal, another famous painting stolen, another shooting at a subway station, I feel really sorry for you."
"Wait, old man, what are you talking about? What subway station shooting? Why haven't I heard about it? When did it happen? Where is it?"
Yefim was taken aback.
But he quickly said with a haha that he was actually wrong.
"Sure enough, Yuri is not dead... Anna is lying to me!"
But he also squinted his eyes, secretly calculating something.
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The day of the second auction.
Speaking of an auction, this auction was even more informal—in this kind of private place.
It can even be said that it is someone else's territory.
The auction held in this kind of place... There is no security element at all. It can even be said that the owner here, the heir of the Dikabi family, has no sincerity at all.
But when a big man came with the mentality of giving it a try, he unexpectedly saw a lot of guys gathered here.
It's the same recipe from that masquerade that night... only the taste is completely different.
Just killing almost all the guests today did not bring female relatives, but more people brought protection, and most of them were murderous guys.
Although it is also secretive, people who are familiar with each other can probably guess who the other party is, right
The collectors stood outside the gate of the manor one by one—shortly after, the iron gate of the manor opened, and the butler of the manor came out in a graceful manner.
He glanced at his pocket watch, smiled slightly and said, "It's not time yet, but I'm very glad that gentlemen are so punctual. Although, there were not as many people as that night... Everyone, please come in with me, You Mr. Li has been waiting for you inside for a long time."
"Wait a minute! I'm going to take my people in." The already thin man said in a serious tone at this time.
Edgar smiled slightly and said: "Of course, Mr. Yuri is very democratic, and he definitely doesn't intend to embarrass you. You can do whatever you want, but I hope you can restrain your subordinates. If any accident happens while wandering around, It is not within the scope of our compensation."
Edgar watched the big shots leading his subordinates and driving into the manor, like statues.
After the last car entered the manor, he was still waiting - because the time was not up to the end. Observing the rules of time is also one of the things this old man abides by.
The last ten minutes.
An exquisite carriage slowly drove into the entrance of the manor.
That's right, a carriage.
The man wearing the clown mask got out of the car first, and then affectionately reached out to lead the female companion out of the carriage box, and the two came slowly to Edgar.
"Am I late? I'm sorry, I originally planned to rent a car, but when I saw this carriage occasionally, I couldn't resist renting it."