I released my hand that had been on Qin Siyan's shoulder and apologized to him.
He didn't even think about what Tu Lao's words meant.
At that moment, I even felt a sense of helplessness that I had never felt before.
When they arrived at Wang Puyuan's office, a bandaged man was already sitting inside.
He saw me coming in and smiled at me.
I couldn't remember such a person, so I asked Wang Puyuan directly what happened.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the people and horses confronting each other in the square, and said to me: "It's your good fortune that you are willing to come to me.
I also just learned something from this brother."
The bandaged man saw me looking at him and smiled again: "Little brother, you don't remember me.
Counting this time, we have met three times."
I thought about it for a long time, but it was the fat man who reacted first: "I'll fuck you, you're still alive after being beaten like that, your life is tough enough."
After hearing what the fat man said, I remembered that the man with a thick bandage on his forehead was none other than one of the men in black in the cornfield that day.
I thought to myself that I thought you were a tough guy before, but how could you be instigated to rebel in the blink of an eye?
It seems that the old man must have given him a lot of benefits.
It is easy to block a sword but hard to defend against sugar coating.
But at this moment, I don't care at all why he turned to Old Man Wang.
All I want to know is what happened in the museum last night and where Shiry Yang is.
Old Man Wang saw that I was really anxious, so he opened the window and spoke plainly: "They, a group of six people, accepted other people's benefits and came to the United States to find something.
They were responsible for the museum case, and so was the map of my Wang family.
They stole it.
As for the fire yesterday, it was probably them."
The bandaged man didn't wait for Old Man Wang to finish, and immediately explained: "Yesterday's fire had nothing to do with me, it was them."
I didn't care whether he was involved or not, I grabbed him by the collar and asked: "Why did you steal the mask from the museum?
How is the female researcher doing?"
He screamed in pain when I pulled him like this.
It was probably because the wound had split open.
He hurriedly covered his face and said, "Little brother, don't get excited.
Don't get excited.
You have to talk about this slowly, there is no need to rush."
The bandage man's name is Jiang Ping, and his family has been doing Luban's work for generations.
When the craftsmanship was passed down to his generation, he did nothing serious and only did some sneaky and crooked business.
Half a month ago, an extremely tall young man with a scarf hanging around his neck came to his door and wanted to make a deal with him.
"He gave me a sum of money and said that someone would contact me after a while, and I would just follow that person.
The benefits would be more."
The bandage man continued to recall, "About a week after he left, Three men and one woman came to me and said that they were introduced by my boss and wanted to take me to the United States to do big business.
I didn't agree at first because I thought there was something fishy about it.
I had never heard that I could go to the United States as soon as I started doing business.
A big, gruff man said we were out of business.
The purpose of the country is to facilitate a few things.
After the matter is completed, the boss will share more benefits with us.
Besides, I already know about this matter.
If I don’t join the gang, I can only keep quiet.
Everyone, I was indeed forced to do so.
It was because of their coercion that we embarked on this path of no return."
At this point, he paused, "Our schedule is very urgent, and it is all decided by that big black man.
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I have also tried to inquire about a few other people. , but everyone is very tight-lipped about that.
The woman seemed to be a draftsman from some academy of sciences, and she had a close relationship with the black man.
As soon as he arrived in the United States, the black man gave me a building drawing and asked me if there was any way to get in without leaving any traces.
I said.
This is easy to handle, Jiang There are many clever tricks in my family.
I just don’t know what kind of treasure we are going to follow.
The black man said that it has nothing to do with me.
I am only responsible for opening the lock and digging holes.
I thought it was a good thing to have a clear division of labor.
Can wait After breaking through the wall of the museum, I realized that something was wrong.
They not only stole things, but also killed people.
I wanted to run away at that time, but the black man said that there was still something I didn't get, and I had to act as soon as possible.
You all know what happened next.
I got caught at Old Hero Wang's house, but I don't regret it at all.
If it weren't for Old Hero Wang, how could I have changed my face and become a new person?
Your beating was an education, and you were my reborn parent.
Ah, old hero Wang” I asked Jiang Ping who was the person who was arrested with him that day.
Jiang Ping glanced at Old Man Wang and said until he nodded: "That guy is responsible for entering the house to get things.
The big black guy calls him Long Legs Li."
Judging from Jiang Ping's look, the long-legged Li whose leg was broken is probably no longer alive.
Old Man Wang behaves viciously and shows no mercy to those who are of no use value.
I think Jiang Ping was lured on the one hand, and more coerced by the old man, and had to betray others in order to protect himself.
Qin Siyan asked him: "Since you have succeeded in the museum, why did you set fire to the murder yesterday?"
This was also the issue I was most concerned about, and I hurriedly pricked up my ears to listen to Jiang Ping's explanation.
He shook his head and said: "Everyone, I was locked up in the farm by the old hero Wang last night.
I really didn't have any share in the arson, but I heard the big black guy said that the foreign old man was studying something right.
The boss's actions are very unfavorable and they need to be eliminated, so I guess that what happened yesterday is closely related to them. " The fat man slapped his thigh, jumped up and said, "That's right, we were at the farm last night and went down the mountain just before dawn.
We have witnesses and we are not afraid of those policemen."
Qin Siyan nodded: "Yes, your alibi is very sufficient.
You don't have to worry about this matter even if it goes to court."
In fact, I am not worried about being wanted at all.
I am more concerned about the purpose of these men in black.
The mask of the Inca princess and the treasure map of the Wang family are completely unrelated things, not to mention Taiyi Yiyi back then.
The director also said that the map must match the ring to determine the coordinates.
Those men in black were doing nothing but taking the map.
And who is the mysterious owner behind them, and why did he do everything possible to recruit a group of capable people and strangers to steal the collection in the museum.
At this time, Wang Puyuan suddenly said something crucial, which woke me up.
He asked me: "Do you still remember how the old ghost died?"
Originally I didn't think much about it, but Wang Puyuan's words gave me an idea like a revelation.
I hurriedly asked Jiang Ping: "The young man you mentioned, the big boss who first came to you, what does he look like?"
Jiang Ping was frightened by me and quickly replied: "He is quite tall and looks like a human being.
But his voice is a bit low and he wears a scarf."
After hearing what he said, Wang Puyuan smiled at me Say: "You understand now" The person Jiang Ping mentioned was Zhuganzi, the culprit who murdered Mr.
Sang that day.
All of a sudden, all the clues came together.
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I couldn't wait to ask Wang Puyuan: "If it's really him, then why doesn't he take the ring from my hand?"
Wang Puyuan did not answer my question, but took out a copy from the desk drawer.
He said, "Look at this first, and then think about why."
I picked up the copy and looked at it for a few times.
I saw mountains and rivers marked on it, and some strange symbols.
It looked like a map.
Jiang Ping came over and took a look, then fell to the ground: "Why, you still have this map?"
Wang Puyuan sneered: "Of course what you stole is the original, but haven't you ever thought that since it has been in my hands for more than forty years, I will not keep a few spare copies?"
I looked at this copy of the map and suddenly had an idea: Since Wang Puyuan had a copy of the map, how could the meticulous Zhuganzi, who had followed Old Man Sang for so many years, not be able to get a replica of the emerald ring?
He had already made it for himself.
With a way out, no wonder he retreated so quickly in Nanjing.
It turned out he was well prepared.
This kid's goal from the beginning was the Overlord Seal left by Tai Daochang.
He originally wanted to wait for the old man to pass away, take over "Yiyuanzhai" and get the ring as a matter of course, but then something unexpected happened and he had to reveal his true face in advance.
In desperation, he had no choice but to steal the map first and then put his hope in it.
On the ring mold.
The reason why he focused on lurking quietly at first.
Perhaps it was because he was suspicious by nature and did not do anything that was uncertain, and was afraid that he would not be able to read the secrets in the map based on the fake in his hand.
Later, when the incident came to light, he had to take risks and come up with a backup plan of killing people to seize treasures and hiring murderers to steal maps.
In a few moments, I understood the whole relationship.
He was about to collect evidence from Wang Puyuan.
The office door was suddenly opened from the outside.
The little bastard raised his gun and said happily: "Master, I captured this police chief":