Chapter 157 Someone peeps!

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Chapter 157 Someone peeps!

It's late at night.

Wang Liang yelled, stretched his waist, put his hand on the keyboard, "splitting", and called "Little Rookie, I asked you if you are angry? Are you convinced? My brother went to bed, you and the mud of urine

Let's have fun!".

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

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I turned my head and looked out the window. It was pitch black and there was nothing.

The feeling of voyeurism disappeared.

"It's weird!"

Wang Liang murmured to himself, walked to the window, opened the window, was about to poke his head out to check the source of "peeping", a scent of earth came to him, almost knocking him over and quickly closed the window.

The dust storm at night was speechless.

A purple light suddenly appeared on the window. When I looked down, the amethyst watch on my wrist was inexplicably emitting a misty purple light. A blurry room appeared in the purple light. There was a square table in the middle of the room and two on the table.

Half burned candles.

Behind the table was a man, holding a sheep's skull in his hands, some purple liquid flowed out of his mouth, floating up, floating out of the room, emerged from the purple light, slowly landed onto the case, instantly leaping

A thick purple mist appeared.

It’s like pouring boiling water on a piece of pig iron in the middle of winter.

The purple mist rose to Wang Liang's face and instantly got into his nose. It was clear and cool, as if smelling the water mist sprayed from the humidifier. He was a little sleepy, but suddenly he woke up, and he became more and more awake.

The things in front of us are becoming clearer and clearer as well.

Finally, consciousness seemed to be sucked into the mind by an invisible vortex, and there was darkness around it, with only some red, white, green and small light spots.

These small spots of light flew back and forth around him, like fireflies at night.

Suddenly, my eyes were bright, and my consciousness returned to reality. The thick purple mist disappeared. The amethyst watch returned to normal. It seemed like nothing happened. Wang Liang touched his chin, pondered for a while, and said to himself: "Don't worry."

,sleep!".

At the same time, the person lying behind the table slowly struggled to get up, looking at Ma Jieli, the director of the Gaul Museum who was already scared, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when a dark red blood flowed out of his mouth.

A few seconds later, the blood was flowing, dry, and cold and hard words came from the bright red mouth.

"Demon. Dharma."

Speaking of this, the man fell back straight and with a "bang", his head, arms, and legs were all separated, and he fell into pieces. The broken mouth was uneven, but no drop of blood was leaking, which was very craftsmanship.

The bad doll fell from the second floor.

The room fell into absolute silence, so that the faint breathing sounds were invisibly amplified several times.

A few seconds, or dozens of seconds, I don’t know how long it took, a creepy scream sounded, followed by a “dongdongdongdong” running sound. In the dim corridor, a spherical fat man ran desperately.

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When he ran to the wooden spiral staircase at the end of the corridor, he sprained his feet and rolled down the stairs. The next second he landed on the ground, the fat man quickly got up from the ground and took advantage of the old hanging on the stairs.

The shimmer light emitted by the wall light rushed towards the apartment gate.

"Teacher Yang, are you looking at this ink painting real?" Zhang Dong said, holding up his mobile phone and aiming the camera at the landscape painting hanging on the wall on the left side of the stairs.

At this time, nearly 10,000 people gathered in the live broadcast room, but no one posted a barrage, and the number of these people was the same as those used to flash them with software.

Yang Hongfa focused on the picture on the computer and said to the microphone: "Bao friend, put the camera in the signed position."

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

More than ten seconds later, Yang Hongfa's confused voice came from the live broadcast room, "No! Isn't this peony picture painted by Empress Dowager Cixi in the Gaul Museum? How did it appear?" At this point, it ended abruptly, and a few times passed

In seconds, anxious voices came from the live broadcast room, "This friend, I sent a private message to you, please inform me of the contact information."

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

The picture of the live broadcast room flashed and turned into Yang Hongfa. At this time, his face turned red and he was restless. He hurriedly said, "Dear friends, today's live broadcast will end here. See you next week." He closed the live broadcast and was in the study room.

After walking back and forth a few times, I picked up my cell phone and called Cheng Bo, the current director of the Shangjing Museum.

"Hey, Lao Yang, what's the matter?" The hazy voice came from the receiver. It was obvious that the other party had already fallen asleep and was woken up by him. Yang Hongfa didn't care about so much and said anxiously: "The Gaul Museum is lost.

Do you know a large number of cultural relics?".

"The whole world knows, how could I not know? Tell me the important thing quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow for a meeting. Unlike you, I retire, I am very casual and can sleep until I wake up naturally every day."

"What I'm talking about is serious. Today I started a live broadcast to appraise treasures for others. I actually saw the peony picture painted by Empress Dowager Cixi. This painting was previously collected in the Gaul Museum, but now it is in private hands. I suspect Gao

All the lost cultural relics in the Lu Museum are in the hands of this person.”

After saying this, the other end of the phone fell into a brief silence. After a while, a sound of surprise came from the receiver, "Are you sure you're right? Is there any problem with the peony picture drawn by Cixi?"

"I'm going to see it wrong, you turn my head down as a chamber pot"

"Don't be angry! I just confirm that I don't know your Yang Banzhang's strength?"

Yang Hongfa is best at identifying calligraphy and paintings. Most of the time, he can determine the authenticity by just looking at half a picture. Gradually, people gave him a nickname, Yang Banzhang. Just now, the old boy Cheng Bo dared to question him Yang Banzhang.

Strength is really lawless.

He snorted and said, "I will settle the score with you in the future. Let's talk about the cultural relics first. Among the lost cultural relics in the Gaul Museum, there is a bronze candle dragon from the Warring States Period. I went to the Gaul Museum before and came back

After I went there, every time I thought of this dragon, I felt so angry that I felt so painful, and these band of robbers who stepped on the horse."

He was so excited that he was interrupted by Cheng Bo, "Are you saying that this person probably has a bronze candle dragon in his hand?"

"Yes! Let me tell you now, I will provide you with a comma sign, and you can find this person based on this comma sign."

"Okay! You sent it to your phone, I'll report it now."

The live broadcast room was closed, but the friends were not idle. They were searching the Internet for detailed lists of lost cultural relics in the Gaul Museum.

Liu Jun is old and can't keep up with the times. He doesn't know how to check it. He just called his grandson over to help him check it out.

Thousands of words a day, the challenge failed!!!
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