"Still no news of Anna?"
"Sorry, boss. In the end, we only found this thing … on the side of Fifth Avenue. "The man took out a broken brooch.
Inside the building, Efim was looking at his man — He had a good demeanor, especially when he accompanied those politicians to eat. But in his own place, he didn't think it was necessary to maintain such a demeanor.
Thus, he snorted coldly and splashed the unfinished wine on his subordinate's face. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph! Trash! "
The man wiped his face to make sure he was not angry, then slowly said, "Boss, last night the guy called himself Urey from the Typica Family. So many guests have heard it. Don't you think we should contact this family and ask them what happened? "
Efim continued to snort, "Contact them? This auction is held in the name of F&C. If you ask me to contact them, are you telling them that I'm the one who stole the painting? "
"Boss, I mean, we can continue to contact the Typica Family in the name of 'Freedom and Clown'."
"Idiot! Who is this Typica Family? Do you think they will pay attention to a little thief? "Efim angrily walked back and forth in front of the sofa.
Suddenly, the elevator behind opened, and a man came in, "Boss, there's a letter for you, but there's no name on it."
"Who sent it?" Efim frowned.
"Just a kid, he shouldn't know anything." The man quickly said, "But it also said that you will need the things inside … We've checked it, there's nothing dangerous inside."
Efim narrowed his eyes, but didn't take over the envelope, but said indifferently, "Open it and see what's inside."
The man had to open the envelope sealed with wax directly.
"This is … an invitation." He was stunned, then raised his head, looking at Efim, and slowly said, "It's an invitation to you to attend the auction."
Efim was shocked. He directly grabbed the invitation from his man's hand, glanced at it quickly, and then frowned.
He couldn't help recalling the scenes he saw through the lens hidden by Anna's brooch last night — The last scene was too vague for him to see clearly, but he could clearly hear every word that the guy called Urey said.
He would auction the real "The Nameless Maiden".
Efim didn't think that he also had this painting — What he thought was that this guy had already announced the auction in front of all the guests, so there was no need to send another invitation.
Furthermore, this was an invitation that had been sent to this place!
"You go out first." Efim indifferently ordered.
Until the two men left, he couldn't help walking up the spiral staircase to the upper floor. He pressed a button, one of the bookcases here opened automatically — there was a hidden door.
Efim entered the password to open the door — Here, was his collection room.
When he saw the real "The Nameless Maiden" was still here, he was slightly relieved. However, the invitation letter in his hand ….
He had to think in the worst direction: Did the Typica Family know something?
"Urey … Urey?" Efim muttered to himself.
He couldn't regard a down-and-out tramp and the heir of the crazy family as the same person. The same name might be a coincidence.
Anna said that when she killed Urey at the platform, she found that his so-called evidence was just a lie used to cheat …
"Is Anna lying to me, and Urey didn't die at all …"
Efim frowned.
He suddenly grabbed the phone, dialed one of the numbers, and put on a smiling face, "Black, old man, how are you recently?"
"Oh, is that Efim? Not good, I'm so annoyed recently. You know, the scandal of the collusion between politicians and gangs in VK was exposed last week. My superiors bombarded me almost every day! Recently, a famous painting was stolen … "
The voice of the person on the other end of the phone became softer. "Our president has also spoken … Old friend, if we still can't find the culprits for these two cases, I might even become the scapegoat and retire early!"
Efim sighed, "Yes, a scandal, a stolen painting, and a shooting in the subway station, I really feel sorry for you."
"Wait, old man, what did you say? What shooting in the subway station? Why didn't I hear about it? When did it happen? Where? "
Efim gave a start.
But soon he laughed and said that he was wrong.
"Urey didn't die as expected … Anna lied to me!"
But he also squinted his eyes, calculating something secretly.
…
…
On the day of the second auction.
Although it was called an auction, this auction was even more informal — in such a private place.
It could even be said that it was someone else's territory.
An auction held in such a place … was not safe at all. It could even be said that the owner of this place, the heir of the Typica Family, had no sincerity at all.
However, when one of the big shots brought his men here with the intention of giving it a try, he was surprised to see that there were already quite a few people gathered here.
It was still the same masquerade party that night … but the taste was completely different.
Almost all the guests today didn't bring women, but more people came to protect them, and most of them were murderous guys.
Although they were also secretive, people who were familiar with each other could probably guess who the other person was, right?
The collectors stood outside the manor one by one — Soon after, the iron gate of the manor opened, and the steward of the manor walked out gracefully.
He glanced at his pocket watch, smiling slightly, "It's not time yet, but I'm very glad that you gentlemen can be so punctual. Although, there are not as many people as that night … Everyone, please follow me in, Mr. Urey has been waiting for you inside for a long time. "
"Wait a minute! I'm going in with my men. "The thin man said gloomily at this time.
Edgar smiled slightly, "Of course, Mr. Urey is very democratic and doesn't intend to embarrass you. You can go ahead, but I hope you can restrain your men. If something happens to them when they wander inside, it's not within the scope of our compensation. "
Edgar watched as the big shots led their subordinates into the manor one by one. They were like statues.
Until the last car entered the manor, he was still waiting — because it was not time yet. Abiding by the rule of time was one of the things that this old man abided by.
The last ten minutes.
A delicate carriage slowly entered the entrance of the manor.
Yes, it was a carriage.
The man with a clown mask got off first, and then intimately reached out to lead his female companion out of the carriage. The two slowly walked to Edgar.
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