"I'm sorry, boss. We just found this thing in the end... on the side of Fifth Avenue." The man took out a broken brooch.
In the building, Yefim is looking at his men - he has a very good demeanor, especially when he is accompanying those politicians to eat, he maintains his demeanor to a textbook level, but in his own place,
He felt that there was absolutely no need to continue to maintain this kind of thing.
So he snorted directly, poured the unfinished wine in the glass directly on his subordinate's face, and snorted: "Huh! Trash!"
The subordinate wiped his face, unable to see the angry expression, and then said slowly: "Boss, the guy last night claimed to be Yuri from the Dekabi family. So many guests heard it, do you think we should
Contact this family and ask them what happened?"
Yefim continued to snort: "Contact them? This auction is held in the name of F&C. If you ask me to contact them, does that mean you are telling them that I am the one who stole the painting?"
"Boss, what I mean is that we can also continue to contact the DeKalb family in the name of 'Freedom and Clowns'."
"Idiot! Who is this Dekabi family? Do you think they will care about a little thief?" Yefim walked back and forth in front of the sofa angrily.
Suddenly, the elevator behind opened and a man walked in: "Boss, there is a letter for you, but it doesn't have a name on it."
"Who sent it?" Yefim frowned.
"It's just a child, he shouldn't know anything." The man said quickly: "But I also said: you will need the things in here... We have checked and there is nothing dangerous in it."
Yefim narrowed his eyes and did not take the envelope. Instead, he said calmly: "Open it and see what's inside."
The man had no choice but to open the envelope sealed with wax paint.
"This is...an invitation." He was stunned 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 directly from his subordinate's hand, glanced at it quickly, and then kept frowning.
He couldn't help but think back to what he had seen last night through the lens hidden in Anna's brooch - it was too blurry in the end for him to see clearly, but he could hear very well what the guy who called himself Yuri said.
Every word spoken.
He will auction the real "Unknown Girl".
Yefim first didn't think about how the other party had this painting - what he thought about was that this guy had already announced the auction in front of all the guests, and it seemed that there was no need to send an invitation letter.
And, this is the invitation sent here!
"You guys go out first." Yefim ordered calmly.
It wasn't until these two men left that he couldn't help but anxiously 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 - there was still something hidden inside.
A door.
Yefim entered the password and opened the door - here is his collection room.
When he saw the real "Unknown Girl" still placed here, he felt slightly relieved. However, the invitation letter in his hand...
He had to think in the worst direction: Did the DeKalb family know something?
"Yuri...Yuri?" Yefim murmured to himself.
He couldn't identify a down-and-out tramp and the heir to a crazy family as the same person. The same name might just be a coincidence.
Anna said that when she dealt with Yuri on the platform, she discovered that his so-called evidence possession was just a lie used to defraud...
"Is Anna lying to me? Yuri is not dead at all..."
Yefim frowned.
He suddenly grabbed the phone, dialed one of the numbers, and put on a smiley face: "Hei, old man, how are you doing lately?"
"Oh, is it Yefim? Not so good, I've been annoyed to death lately. You know, the scandal about the collusion between politicians and gangsters that broke out in vk last week, the higher-ups are bombarding me almost every day! I've been bombarded with it lately!
A famous painting was stolen..."
The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was even softer: "Our President has also spoken... Old man, if we can't find the criminals in these two cases, I might even be the one to take the blame.
Retire early!”
Yefim sighed and said: "Yeah, it's another scandal, another famous painting was stolen, and another shooting in the subway station. I feel really sorry for you."
"Wait a minute, old man, what did you say? What subway station shooting? Why haven't I heard about this? When did it happen? Where was it?"
Yefim was stunned.
But he quickly said, haha, that he was actually wrong.
"Yuri is indeed not dead... Anna is lying to me!"
But he also squinted his eyes and calculated something secretly.
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…
The day of the second auction.
Called an auction, this auction is even more informal - in such a private place.
It can even be said to be someone else's territory.
An auction held in a place like this... has absolutely no security at all. It can even be said that the owner here, the heir to the DeKalb family, has no sincerity at all.
But when a big boss came with people with the mentality of giving it a try, he was surprised to see a lot of people gathered here.
It's still the recipe from the masquerade that night...but the taste is completely different.
Just kill almost all the guests today and they didn’t bring any women. Instead, they brought more people for protection, and most of them were murderous guys.
Although they are secretive, people who are familiar with each other can probably guess who the other person is, right?
The collectors stood outside the door of the manor one by one - not long after, the iron door of the manor opened, and the manor's butler walked out gracefully.
He glanced at his pocket watch, smiled slightly and said: "It's not time yet, but I'm glad you gentlemen can be so punctual. Although, there weren't as many people as that night... Everyone, please come in with me.
Mr. Yuri has been waiting for you all inside for a long time."
"Wait a minute! I want to take my people in." The already thin man said sternly.
Edgar smiled slightly and said: "Of course, Mr. Yuri is very democratic and will never make things difficult for you. You can do whatever you want, but I hope you can restrain your men. If anything happens while wandering around inside,
It is not within the scope of our compensation.”
Edgar watched as the bosses led their men one by one and drove into the manor in their cars, like statues.
Even after the last car entered the manor, he was still waiting - because time had not ended. Obeying the rules of time was one of the things this old man abided by.
The last ten minutes.
An exquisite carriage slowly entered the entrance of the manor.
Yes, it's a carriage.
The man wearing a clown mask got out of the car first, then reached out affectionately to lead the female companion out of the carriage, and the two slowly came to Edgar.
"Am I late? Sorry, I originally planned to rent a car, but when I saw this carriage by chance, I couldn't help but rent it."
