"... the criminal suspect is still at large... allegedly... seven people were killed or injured... the police still haven't grasped the specific whereabouts of the criminal..."
Hermione adjusted her wig while listening to the morning news on TV.
From the mirror, she saw Percy pushing the door open with a black shopping bag.
She asked, "Did you buy it?"
"Yes..." Percy lowered his head, took out bread and milk, and placed them on the table. Then he looked at the rest of the things.
His thin and pale face was slightly hot.
He asked vaguely, "Do you want to put it in the bathroom or..."
"Wait a minute." After carefully applying lipstick,
She put on her gold-rimmed glasses.
The person in the mirror was "Sharon Smith" on this trip to New York.
Hermione still liked this image.
Turning around and walking to the table, Hermione took out the bag that made Percy extremely embarrassed.
After opening it and considering it for a moment,
She still took out a lipstick that was almost used up from her makeup bag and began to apply it.
When it was almost done, she added a little water to make it dizzy.
"Hermione... I don't quite understand..." But what Granger did.
There should be a reason behind all of this.
When she was done, Hermione picked up the tampon and threw it into the trash can in the toilet. Although it was not exactly the same,
But under the dim light, it was still possible to fool people.
Then she clapped her hands and came back for breakfast. She also answered Percy's question. "We went to visit the writer yesterday."
"Hmm?" Percy sat down opposite her.
"Before I went out, I stuffed a piece of paper under the door." Hermione's expression was calm.
"When I came back, it was gone."
Percy's expression changed. "Someone entered our room.
Could it be... "the police?
"I don't think so." Hermione recalled the person downstairs who kept knitting.
The landlady's eyes kept flickering on passersby.
"It should be that the landlady has a special hobby."
"Does this have anything to do with what you just did?" Percy was still puzzled.
"When we checked in, we told her that we were in a relationship." Hermione slowly tore open the bread. "I guess you've already noticed that although this hotel is relatively shabby and the management is quite chaotic, there are still some... charging items in the rooms for the guests."
Thinking of a box of trinkets on the bedside table, Percy's face turned red.
"There are no traces of use, and there are no other traces in the trash can to satisfy the landlady's voyeuristic desire. I think we should prepare a reason for her. Otherwise, no one knows if she will suddenly remember something in front of the patrolmen who appear three times a day."
Seeing that the milk straw in Weasley's hand had already been twisted into a ribbon, Hermione stopped the topic and changed the topic to today's mission. "Yesterday, we still couldn't find the author. Should we go take a look again today?" The meeting with the author could be said to be full of twists and turns.
After Natasha left, the appointment was canceled. Hermione simply found out where the author lived based on the publisher's information on the back cover. She planned to pay him a visit, but in the end, she only met a so-called author's agent. The agent kindly inquired that they were just ordinary fans and not publishers, and coldly sent them away.
Percy looked at his watch. "If we have time after the museum, let's visit him again. In any case, we have to go back tonight. The principal has an important meeting in the next two days. "
"I still think Harry's information is more important." Hermione finished the bread in two or three bites. "After all, no matter how we deploy, we still have to rearrange it in twenty days."
The newly opened Ebolen Museum was a private museum. The owner, Albert Ebolen, was a big shot in the collecting world. He lived in San Francisco for a long time and had founded many private museums in Washington and California. Ebolen's move to New York this time was a big event in the collecting world. Hermione and Percy lined up at the entrance to receive the museum map and brochure, and then followed the visitors into the red brick, square, one-story building.
The museum had a rich variety of collections. The museum was divided into an oil painting museum, a sculpture museum, a handicraft museum, an imaging museum, and so on. Hermione followed behind the narrator and patiently listened to him talk about a few oil paintings. While everyone was admiring the paintings, she asked, "Will Mr. Ebolen come to the opening ceremony today?"
The narrator rolled his eyes. "Mr. Ebolen accompanied the exhibits to New York the day before yesterday and took a flight back to San Francisco early yesterday morning." As for the reason, it was naturally because of the turbulent atmosphere in New York these two days.
Hermione's heart sank. She knew that Albert Ebolen was nearly ninety years old. Although he was still active in the collecting world, the old man almost never left his house. Many people thought that the opening of the New York museum was to fulfill Ebolen's last wish — for example, to commemorate a romantic memory in his youth.
But without seeing Ebolen in person, the many questions that Hermione had prepared were useless. The two of them left the group and discussed in a low voice for a while. In the end, they forced themselves to focus and decided to finish the tour of the museum first.
There were not many collections in the oil painting museum. The two of them carefully examined each painting through the guardrail. Other than being mistaken for Classicist art enthusiasts, nothing else happened. They did not find anything in the sculpture museum and the handicraft museum either. When the two of them rubbed their eyes and planned to go to the next place, they realized that it was almost evening, and many people in the museum had left.
"Why are there still so many people over there?" Percy pointed somewhere.
Hermione looked around, then looked at the map and said, "That's the Museum of Photography." The attraction of sound and light images was always more attractive than the cold stones. In fact, Hermione also wanted to go there to take a look, but considering that they were not going to be noticed, she pulled Percy to the Museum of Strange Stones first.
The Museum of Strange Stones was located in the deepest part of the museum. In theory, it was the last place to visit. The long and narrow exhibition hall displayed a row of glass cabinets. The lamps above cast a row of slanted warm light. Hermione approached the nearest cabinet and leaned over to look at it for a while. She did not find anything special about the wall brick that was said to be produced in the eleventh century.
Percy could not see anything special about it. He could only take the booklet and read it word by word against the label on the cabinet. This time, he saw something. "Sharon, come and take a look."
"I see it." Hermione stared at a line of words at the end of the label. "This exhibit was donated by Mr. Jonathan J. Kowalski." The two looked at each other. This was the name of the best-selling author.
At the same time, on the other side of the exhibition hall, a visitor who had been bending over to look at the exhibit shook his body and then pulled up the collar of his coat that covered most of his face. Half a minute later, he seemed to have a good understanding of the stone in front of him. He slowly straightened his back and walked in the other direction of the exhibition hall.
But before he could walk more than ten meters, he saw two figures slowly following him through the glass window opposite him. The visitor's heart tightened. He quietly observed his position and found that the toilet was in the opposite direction, and there were cabinets on both sides. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He reached out to cover his collar and ran away.
The two people following him did not expect this at all. After a few steps, they saw more obstacles and more visitors in front of them. Hermione stopped and shouted to Percy, "Go after him! He stole my wallet! "
Perseton also rushed out without hesitation. Some enthusiastic Americans saw that he was in the right, so they also joined in. The security guards on both sides of the corridor were afraid that they would destroy the exhibits in the conflict, so they were immediately alert. They blocked the door and took down the masked man in the coat.
When Percy arrived, the masked man was still struggling. He lowered his head and shouted, "No, it wasn't me! I didn't! "
The two security guards, who were used to seeing the world, pulled open the collar of the masked man and revealed his face. He was a fair-skinned blond man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. His round face looked innocent and harmless. Hermione, who rushed over, felt guilty when she saw him. The two security guards were even more shocked. "Mr. Kowalski?"
Jonathan J. Kowalski trembled and quickly reached out to cover the security guard's mouth. "Don't shout!"
But the other security guard still said to Percy and Zhang Zian in shock, "Mr. Kowalski stole your wallet?"
Kowalski covered his face, and Hermione could only smile awkwardly. "It's a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding..."
At this point, Hermione finally understood why Kowalski was acting so sneakily. After the two security guards shouted his name, a group of fans of the best-selling author immediately surrounded him. Kowalski smiled and signed autographs. After a long time, he squeezed out of the crowd in the name of answering a phone call and slipped out of the museum. Hermione and Percy were already waiting beside his Mustang.
"You? ... Ah! "Kowalski slapped his forehead." Okay, get in the car. "
Hermione immediately put away her phone and pulled Percy into the car. The author stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
"Mr. Kowalski, we..." Seeing that the museum had been left behind, Hermione calmed down. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the author in front of her waving his hand. "Okay, okay, I know you two. Jane complained to me that two enthusiastic fans came to see me, but she didn't know where I was hiding. It's just that... I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic!"
Kowalski laughed for a while, making Hermione and Percy behind him very embarrassed.
The author in front of them didn't realize it. He smiled and said, "In that case, I'll treat you to a meal later, as an apology for making you come here for nothing..."
Hermione had to interrupt him. "Mr. Kowalski!"
"Just call me Jonathan." The author finally saw from the rearview mirror that the two "fans" weren't as excited as he thought, so he pursed his lips and turned back to ask, "Are you reporters?"
"Please watch the road!" Percy's face turned pale.
Hermione shook her head to indicate that they weren't.
Jonathan turned his head back. After a while, he turned back and asked, "Then are you the publishers of Seagull Publishing House?"
Hermione continued to shake her head.
"Interesting..." Jonathan smiled as if he continued to think about who would frame him as a thief in order to catch him. "I don't think I did anything to this lady?"
"Mr. Jonathan, we want to ask you something about Stone." Percy's face turned even paler, and he decided to get straight to the point.
"Stone?" Jonathan stepped on the brakes and stopped just in front of the red light.
Hermione saw from the rearview mirror that his originally excited expression had become disinterested. She heard him say, "So you're an archaeological enthusiast... Sorry, lovely lady, those stones were indeed donated by me, but I personally have no interest in them, so we may not be able to talk about this topic for more than two minutes."
"But those stones are really yours, right?" Hermione held the back of his seat and leaned forward to ask.
Jonathan's round face wrinkled slightly, and then he blushed slightly. He nodded and said, "Actually, I can't say that they're mine..."
"Green light!" Percy reminded before the car behind them honked.
Jonathan turned back to continue driving, and said, "To be precise, they were all left by my grandfather."
"Your grandfather?" The two people behind him asked at the same time.
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