I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 157 Someone is peeping!

The night is deep.

Wang Liang let out a breath, stretched his waist, put his hands on the keyboard, "cracked", and typed a paragraph of "Little rookie, I ask you if you are angry? Are you convinced? Brother went to sleep, you and the urine mud Let's play!".

Then he turned off the crossing wool, closed the computer, picked up the ancient bronze sword in the sword box, swung it around a few times, put down the sword, and was about to jump, spin, and throw himself on the bed, when suddenly, he felt someone was peeping at him .

Turning his head to look out the window, it was pitch black and there was nothing.

The feeling of voyeurism is also gone.

"Strange!"

Talking to himself, Wang Liang walked to the window, opened the window, and was about to poke his head out to check the source of "peeping", when a smell of earth came to his face, almost knocking him down, and quickly closed the window.

The sandstorm at night made me speechless.

Suddenly, a purple light was reflected on the window. Looking down, the amethyst watch on the wrist was inexplicably emitting a hazy purple light. A blurry room appeared in the purple light. There was a square table in the middle of the room, and on the table were two Half burned candle.

There was a man lying behind the table, holding a sheep's skull in his hands. Some purple liquid flowed out of his mouth, floated up, floated out of the room, emerged from the purple light, and slowly fell onto the watch case. There was a thick purple mist.

It's like pouring boiling water on a piece of pig iron in winter.

The purple mist rose up to Wang Liang's face, and instantly got into his nose. It was refreshing and cool, as if he was smelling the mist from a humidifier. The things in front of me also became more and more clear.

In the end, the consciousness seemed to be sucked into the brain by an invisible vortex, and the surroundings were dark, only some red, white, green... small spots of light.

These little dots of light danced around him like fireflies in the night.

Suddenly, eyes brightened, consciousness returned to reality, the thick purple mist disappeared, and the amethyst watch returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Wang Liang rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, and said to himself: "It doesn't matter. ,sleep!".

At the same moment, the person lying behind the table slowly struggled to get up, looked at the frightened Gallic museum curator Margery, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, a stream of dark red blood flowed out of his mouth.

A few seconds later, the blood flowed out, and a dry, cold voice came out of the bright red mouth.

"Magic. Law."

Speaking of this, the person fell straight on his back, with a "bang", the head, arms, and legs were all separated, and fell to pieces. The fracture was uneven, but there was no drop of blood, just like the workmanship. The bad dolls fell to the ground from the second floor.

The room fell into absolute silence, so that the faint sound of breathing was amplified several times invisibly.

A few seconds, or tens of seconds, I don't know how long it took, a creepy scream sounded, and then, there was the sound of "dong dong dong" running. In the dark corridor, a round fat man ran desperately. .

When he ran to the wooden spiral staircase at the end of the corridor, he sprained his foot, "bang bang bang", and rolled down the stairs. The next second his body hit the ground, the fat man quickly got up from the ground, taking advantage of the old man hanging on the stairs. The dim light from the wall lamp rushed towards the door of the apartment.

"Teacher Yang, do you think this ink painting is real?" Zhang Dong held up his mobile phone and pointed the camera at the landscape painting hanging on the wall to the left of the stairs.

At this time, nearly 1 people gathered in the live broadcast room, but none of them posted barrage. These numbers were the same as those uploaded by software.

Yang Hongfa focused on the screen on the computer, and said into the microphone: "Baoyou, put the camera at the place where the signature is signed."

Zhang Dong moved the camera and came to the top of the red inscription.

Ten seconds later, Yang Hongfa's confused voice came out from the live broadcast room, "That's not right! Isn't this picture of peonies painted by Empress Dowager Cixi in the Gallic Museum? Why did it appear?" At this point, it stopped abruptly. Seconds later, an urgent voice came from the live broadcast room, "My dear friend, I sent you a private message, please let me know the contact information."

"That. It's not convenient for me to talk. That's it for today. Goodbye, Teacher Yang"

The screen in the live broadcast room flashed and turned into Yang Hongfa. At this time, his face was flushed and he was fidgeting. He hurriedly said, "My dear friends, this is the end of today's live broadcast. See you next week." After walking back and forth a few times, I picked up my cell phone and called Cheng Bo, the current curator of the Shanghai Museum.

"Hey, Lao Yang, what's the matter?" A hazy voice came from the receiver. Obviously the other party had fallen asleep and was woken up by him again. Yang Hongfa didn't care so much, and said anxiously: "The Gallic Museum is lost. A large number of cultural relics, do you know?".

"The whole world knows, how could I not know, hurry up and get down to business, I have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow, unlike you, retired, very chic, can sleep until I wake up naturally every day"

"What I'm talking about is business. Today I broadcast a live broadcast to appraise treasures for others, and I actually saw the peony picture painted by Empress Dowager Cixi. This painting was previously in the collection of the Gaul Museum, but now it is in private hands. I suspect Gao All the cultural relics lost in the Lou Museum are in the hands of this person.”

After saying this, there was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, a suspicious voice came from the receiver, "Are you sure you read it right? Is there anything wrong with the peony picture drawn by Cixi?".

"I'm going to be wrong, you turned my head off and used it as a chamber pot"

"Don't be angry! I just want to make sure that I don't know the strength of your Yang Banzhang?"

Yang Hongfa is the best at appraising calligraphy and painting. Most of the time, he can judge the authenticity by only looking at half a sheet. Gradually, people nicknamed him Yang Banzhang. Just now, Cheng Bo dared to question his Yang Banzhang Strength is really lawless.

He snorted softly and said, "I'll settle accounts with you in the future. Let's talk about cultural relics first. Among the cultural relics lost in the Gallic Museum, there is a bronze candle dragon from the Warring States Period. I went to the Gallic Museum before. After going there, every time I think of this dragon, my liver hurts with anger, these gangsters who are on horseback."

He was excited when he was talking, but was interrupted by Cheng Bo, "You mean this person probably has a bronze candle dragon in his hand?".

"Yes! Tell the higher up now, I will provide you with a comma, and you can find this person based on this comma"

"Okay! You send it to your phone, I'll make a report now"

The live broadcast room is closed, but the treasure friends are not idle. They are all checking the list of lost cultural relics in the Gaul Museum on the Internet.

Liu Jun is old, unable to keep up with the times, and doesn't know how to check, so he just called his grandson over at night to help him check.

　Daily [-]D change, the challenge failed! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)