04 Grand Encounter | It's Not Clean Here
Night falls and the starlight is sparse.
The cocktail party has begun. People of different skin colors stand together in groups of three or five, clinking glasses and discussing various matters.
Under the gorgeous crystal chandeliers, celebrities and ladies in evening gowns and gentlemen in tuxedos were toasting and chatting happily.
Lin Weifeng acted alone, observing the so-called man wearing a yellow tie.
She stopped to admire a reproduction of an ancient oil painting and heard three or two people behind her promoting art in English.
"This is a lacquer fan produced for export during the Qing Dynasty in China. It has sixteen sections and five layers. It's painted in black lacquer with gold accents, watercolors depicting the human figures in the courtyard, and detailed, colorful flowers..."
The words were interrupted by the listener: "Sorry, we only collect authentic works."
Suddenly, silence fell.
Lin Weifeng turned away, curious, and as he walked, he saw the salesman carefully handing his business card, tucked inside a folding fan, to the person he was trying to sell to. He half-closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
It seems that this cocktail party is not about the wine.
She looked around many times, but the person she was looking for was not in the main hall.
She didn't understand all of Lanxi Mandarin, but from the occasional English and Chinese she caught, she knew that the people here were all cultural relic collectors and investors.
It's not easy to break into it.
She walked over to the drinks counter, wanting to relax and have a drink.
An Asian-looking man approached her, leaned against the edge of the bar, stood on tiptoe, shook his glass, and smiled crookedly.
"Miss, are you Chinese?"
His Chinese pronunciation was not correct. Lin Weifeng glanced at him and asked, "You are not a Chinese speaker, are you?"
He shook his head and said, "I've lived in China before. Add me on WeChat. You can tell me if you need anything in Lanxi."
Lin Weifeng refused directly: "Sir, I don't collect cultural relics, nor do I invest in cultural relics."
"Adding WeChat isn't just for business, right? You're so beautiful, you shouldn't be alone. I have a suite on the top floor."
Hearing this, she thought to herself that in such a turbulent scene, the appearance of someone who was not thinking about making money but was purely interested in picking up girls was also a breath of fresh air.
She sneered to herself and opened the QR code.
The man scanned it immediately, and when he saw the WeChat name, he muttered, "Cockroach bully?"
The avatar is disgusting, and the sharing page is blank. It is obvious that it is put there to deal with harassment.
Lin Weifeng didn't comment and nodded: "Hmm."
The man felt that he had been fooled, his face suddenly darkened, he took a sip of wine and left.
Just then, Lin Weifeng heard someone laughing behind him.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the voice sounded like Jiang Yu.
She then looked at the drinks and desserts in front of her.
The uneven glass wine bottle, with black and brown as the main color, is high-end and noble.
Among them, there was an inconspicuous light yellow wine bottle filled with transparent wine, which had not been opened.
Lin Weifeng held the bottle neck and picked it up, wanting to see its variety, but found that there was a string of codes on the label.
She had a hunch that something was wrong, so she used her phone to convert the number to binary, and the result showed five numbers: [11095].
She looked around and saw that everyone's wine glass was being refilled by the waiter at any time, and no one seemed to care about the wine bottle on the table.
Yellow tie, yellow wine bottle, 11095.
Is it a coincidence?
She knew that the compilation of the unprecedented Wenyuan Encyclopedia involved the work of more than 3,000 officials, with 22,877 volumes of text, and ultimately 11,095 books.
It shouldn't be a coincidence.
However, what does 11095 mean here?
The number of the reception hall is 10002, which is on the 10th floor. Could this be the room number on the 11th floor?
She took the elevator to the 11th floor alone.
The layout of this floor is similar to that of the 10th floor. The banquet hall occupies most of the space, and the remaining compartments do not reach 95 at all.
There is no 59th floor in Anhe Hotel, and 11095 is not correct in reverse order.
So……
If the holder of the Wenyuan Codex wants to create a stir at this banquet, he must face someone who is familiar with this treasure.
Just like yellow, it is the color of the Wenyuan Encyclopedia.
It's not gold, it's not wood color, it's just a very ordinary looking yellow.
A flash of inspiration came to her, and she decided to try the number 22877 first and head to the 22nd floor.
The elevator door opened, and first a revolving restaurant appeared. Several families were having dinner. The music was soothing and warm, without any signs of danger.
She walked along the room numbers from smallest to largest, and the further she walked, the quieter it became.
Because she was unsure, she was a little panicked, although she took firm steps and did not want to give up, her eyes were fixed on Room 877.
855. She walked to room 855 and guessed that there should be room 877.
After passing Room 860, you will come to a Y-shaped corner.
The lights at the corner were dim, her palms were wet, and her breathing became heavier, but she still looked ahead, looking at all the yellow signals around her.
She took a deep breath and took one step at a time, making the soles of her feet rub against the carpet.
She walked towards the first corner, and the moment she turned her gaze, her tense body was suddenly pulled by a force.
A hand grabbed her upper arm, pulled it suddenly, and then let go, restraining her body from the side and back.
She tried to attack with her elbow, but couldn't move.
The other hand of the person behind her had covered the lower half of her face. She wanted to call for help, but no sound came out.
The man exerted force lightly, and her toes left the ground. The two of them spun together, passed through a hidden revolving door, and stopped in a narrow and small black space.
In addition to being terrified, Lin Weifeng felt that this person seemed to know that her neck was injured, and the force applied and the angle of rotation were completely in line with her tolerance.
"What are you doing here?"
A male voice approached her left ear, and at the same time, her back was pressed against his chest.
The male voice continued, "Didn't they just say on the phone that they were attending the auction?"
Lin Weifeng's ferocious and terrified eyes suddenly froze. This voice...
This sound is...
It’s Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu adjusted his arms and pushed her body to rotate so that they were facing each other.
Lin Weifeng reached out and touched the wall behind Jiang Yu, and followed the faint light to find a small switch. She pressed it, and a spotlight in the top corner lit up.
The light was dim, but enough to see the face of the person in front of me.
"It's me." Jiang Yu said.
"You can't turn on the lights," he continued.
Lin Weifeng had not completely relaxed his guard. His mouth was slightly open, but he could not say anything. He looked frightened.
But she agreed to his request and turned off the spotlight.
Jiang Yu suddenly smiled: "I think... you should know each other after just one look, right?"
Lin Weifeng frowned slightly, feeling a little unbearable, but no longer on guard.
Jiang Yu straightened up, his gaze wandering between her eyes for a moment, "You're so scared, yet you're still moving forward?"
As he spoke, Lin Weifeng's wildly accelerated heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Jiang Yu in front of me was wearing a white suit, with his hair standing upright, a true gentleman.
She first said slowly: "What's going on in front?"
Jiang Yu said seriously, "It's not clean here." He raised his chin towards the revolving door.
"It's not clean...then why are you here?" Lin Weifeng's thinking gradually returned to normal.
"It's not clean, so I'm here." Jiang Yu said in a relaxed and normal tone.
"Who are you?"
Just after asking, Lin Weifeng remembered the eight-character hand shape.
She stared into his eyes, slowly raised one hand, and extended her thumb and index finger under his eyes.
Then, quickly extend your middle finger.
Indicates a gun.
Jiang Yu watched her demonstrate, then grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards his chest, letting her fingertips press against his heart.
And nodded.
"Good guy or bad guy?" she asked confidently.
"What should we do if he's a bad guy?" Jiang Yu asked.
She didn't answer.
Jiang Yu curled his lips and replied, "I'm a good guy with a bit of a bad side." He then took out a small ID from the inside pocket of his coat.
Lin Weifeng took it and opened it.
YU JIANG, Interpol Center, Superintendent, official duty certificate, blood type A, Chinese nationality.
Code name, Bully Sharpshooter.
"Bully?" Her thoughts were a little confused, so she didn't continue.
She took a deep breath, closed the leather case, stuffed the ID into his breast pocket, looked up at him, and said, "Be a good person."
There was no sound of anyone coming or going around, so she glanced at the revolving door and asked, "So, the stuff inside 877 is real?"
She was referring to the Wenyuan Encyclopedia.
Jiang Yu put the ID away and nodded slightly.
"Are you trading?" "Yes."
"Why today?"
Jiang Yu said calmly, "The owner wants to sell it for a higher price than at the previous auction."
Lin Weifeng blinked his eyes: "Then - why did I alarm you and commit a crime?"
"The person negotiating inside is the head of a massive cultural relic smuggling ring, known as 'Daote.' They're seldom seen. They secretly and illegally acquire Chinese cultural relics and circulate them overseas, with the sole intention of not selling them to any Chinese nationals."
"I won't sell it to any Chinese." She muttered to herself.
"Um."
"How bad." She said bluntly.
Jiang Yu smiled.
Lin Weifeng thought for a moment and said, "Can money solve the problem? If the subject of the transaction is truly the Wenyuan Canon, my client will pay a high price to purchase it legally. I can go in and discuss it."
Jiang Yu shook his head and gently pushed the revolving door, opening it a crack. "Do you see the shadow in front?"
Lin Weifeng took a cautious look and said, "Hmm."
"Dout's men are armed, and no Chinese are allowed to enter during the negotiations."
"So you're lying in ambush here, hoping to catch them?"
Jiang Yu nodded and said, "So, leave quickly, this place is not clean."
He paused and added, "Stay on the tenth floor and don't move. Anhe's leadership requires this operation to ensure the safety of the tenth floor."
As he spoke, an electric sound came from the small brooch on Jiang Yu's chest.
His companion, De Luo, said in English: "Bully, there is movement."
It sounded very dangerous, and Lin Weifeng held his breath.
Jiang Yu winked at her, telling her to go to a safe place, and then teased her, "It's so beautiful today."
She gave him an ungrateful look, said nothing, and decisively opened the door and left.
Just as she passed through the wall, she felt Jiang Yu stuffing something into her palm.
She ran back to the elevator along the same path and saw as she ran that it was a self-defense stun gun.
It is exactly the same as the self-defense patent developed by Lao Lin.
She put the defibrillator into her pocket and, accompanied by the harmonious music from the revolving restaurant, hurriedly pressed the down button of the elevator.
In less than a second, a gunshot rang out, shattering glass. Half of the corridor lights went out, the music stopped abruptly, and several families who were eating screamed and ran around.
Facing the half light, she looked back and saw a man in black running towards her, while a white figure turned around, raised a pistol, pressed it lightly, and hit the man in black in the calf, causing him to fall to the ground.
Jiang Yu moved swiftly, like a mysterious cheetah, and handcuffed him in an instant.
He quickly changed sides of the wall and coordinated with his companions in the other corner, turning the gun tip at the right time and hitting the target one by one.
Then he disappeared from Lin Weifeng's sight.
bite--
The elevator arrived smoothly.
She took a step forward, turned her head, and saw a black gun pressed against her forehead.
“…”
Bad luck.
The gunman was dressed the same as the man who had just fallen, with his face half-masked, revealing his brown eyes, which looked murderous.
The man in black moved out of the elevator, forcing Lin Weifeng to retreat.
She raised her hands and tried to say, "I am a civilian and will not affect any of your interests."
"Shut up!" His eyes were stern and his voice was hoarse and rough.
Lin Weifeng was calm and although he was nervous, he was not afraid.
She retreated in rhythm with the men in black, with gunshots ringing out behind her, accompanied by shouts of "get down," "raise your hands," and "don't move" in different languages.
She saw that the man was looking around and had no intention of dealing with her on the spot.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to save herself.
"Are you here for the Wenyuan Encyclopedia as well?" she tried to communicate in English.
But the response was the same: "Shut up!"
"You have good taste. It is indeed a priceless treasure. However, what they have is not the original."
The man in black increased the force of his hand, and the muzzle of the gun sank into the skin of her forehead.
But she was not afraid.
"It's not the original, it's not worth it." She was sure the man in black would listen.
"Are you Chinese?"
Sure enough, the man in black began to ask questions in return.
Because Dao Te opposed Chinese people buying Chinese cultural relics, there must be discrimination factors. Lin Weifeng did not directly admit it, but simply said: "I have studied Chinese cultural relics for a long time. You know, anyone with a little sentiment for cultural relics has this obsession."
"Why do you say it's not the original?"
"The Wenyuan Codex was created during the reign of Emperor Wenyuan. It is the epitome of the knowledge system of the great Eastern nation at the time. When Emperor Wenyuan passed away, he feared that it would be lost to future generations, and so he took it with him to the underground palace, which has yet to be discovered."
"What evidence do you have?"
“Paper.”
"Paper?"
"You must have a way to call your companions and ask them if the Wenyuan Encyclopedia they see is made of white cotton paper, a product of later times. The artifacts are fake, but the technology isn't, right?"
Lin Weifeng realized that the other party had listened and continued, "Also, the book in your hands must have the names of the chief editor, the branch editor, the editor, and the circled person noted at the back. It must be so, because these are the marks of a copy, not the original."
She emphasized: "You have been deceived!"
Upon hearing this, the man in black tilted his head and whispered another language into his throat microphone, having a conversation with his companion across the air.
Lin Weifeng raised his eyes and said in a voice so soft that it seemed as if he was stating a pre-written ending: "No one in this world can find the original copy of the Wenyuan Encyclopedia, including the Chinese themselves."
The man in black's ears moved slightly, as if he had received a positive response from the intercom.
The bloodthirsty light in his eyes suddenly dimmed a little. The sharpness was still there, but he had lost his obsession to kill.
Lin Weifeng took a half step forward, his tone soft as if trying to persuade, yet also as if to pronounce a verdict: "So, this thing isn't worth risking your life for, right?"
The air froze for two seconds.
The heel of the man in black's boot suddenly stopped, and his brows tightened again.
It was as if the relaxation of half a second just now was just an illusion, and the real murderous intent had just awakened at this moment.
Unexpectedly, he turned Lin Weifeng's body, strangled her neck with his arms, and pointed the gun at her left forehead.
This force, which didn't care about her life or death, pulled her twisted neck, causing her unbearable pain.
After a tingling sensation, she saw Jiang Yu controlling a man in a suit and tie in the same posture about ten meters away.
Jiang Yu raised one corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were as fierce as sharp blades, projecting a deep threat.
Surprisingly, I became a hostage just like that.
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