In an instant, the crowd surged forward like soldiers hearing a bugle call. Yan Liang's expression was solemn, his eyes revealing caution and focus. He slowly reached out and carefully opened the box.
As the box slowly opened, an old and rustic aura wafted out, as if carrying the weight of time and history. There seemed to be a hint of conspiracy mixed in with that aura.
Inside the box, several antiques, radiating a soft glow, lay quietly on a specially made velvet cushion. These antiques were exquisitely crafted and of unparalleled value, clearly priceless.
Some are uniquely shaped porcelain pieces, painted with delicate patterns and vibrant colors, as if one could see the scenes meticulously depicted by ancient painters; others are exquisitely carved jade pieces, each texture seemingly telling the story of the ingenuity of ancient craftsmen, warm to the touch yet exuding a hint of coldness.
Upon witnessing this scene, Guo Guanghua's wife's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, and she cried out in anguish, "This is a misunderstanding! These... these... I really don't know where they came from!"
Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness; she was gripped by extreme panic and confusion, utterly unable to comprehend why these antiques had appeared in her home. Her cries echoed throughout the house like a mournful elegy.
As Yan Liang looked at these antiques, his face grew increasingly gloomy, like the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds and flashing lightning.
He turned to his colleagues with a cold gaze and said seriously, "Take these things back and conduct a thorough investigation, leaving no detail overlooked. Take the people with you for questioning as well, and make sure to get to the bottom of this."
His voice was deep and powerful, conveying a determination to achieve his goal.
Subsequently, two discipline inspection personnel stepped forward and gently but firmly helped Guo Guanghua's wife up and led her away from the scene.
Her cries echoed in the night sky, gradually fading away, leaving only the empty house, as if telling the story of this sudden change.
From a corner not far away, Chu Kuo saw all of this clearly.
A barely perceptible smug smile appeared on his face, as if everything was under his control.
He turned around and disappeared into the night with light steps, pondering how to vividly report this "wonderful" achievement to Xia Xiong.
His figure receded into the darkness, unaware that behind this apparent victory, a far greater crisis was quietly approaching...
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