Alan picked up the thing by the back of its neck with one hand. He was still very curious about the little pet sent by Ceylon this time. He didn't expect that he could get this thing.

In my impression, no matter whether it is a kitten or a puppy, as long as it is held by the scruff of the neck, the noisy little thing will calm down. But the little thing in Alan's hand is a bit strange. Although it is held by the scruff of the neck, it has no intention of calming down at all.

Staring with a pair of sapphire-like cataract eyes, opening its big mouth, and flapping its two paws, Alan just wanted to touch it to tease it, but the little thing bit him based on its feeling. If Alan hadn't reacted quickly, his finger would have been almost bitten by it.

“Ouch!”

"Oh shit, this little thing has a pretty fierce temper. Where did they get it from? What breed is it?"

Although it looks fierce, this cute and fierce look makes Alan like it even more. He likes lively things and doesn't want to be like that stupid bird Xiao Huang, who eats and sleeps all day long and is boring.

…

"Boss, they contacted a crew that was recently filming a documentary in Russia, and spent some money to get it done."

Ceylon put his hands in front of him and explained with a smile, "The situation over there is still a bit chaotic recently. Many people don't care about anything for money. Large beasts like this are very popular with wealthy people outside. There are also many poachers who take risks. Its mother seems to have been killed by poachers. When the crew found it, there were the remains of two other tiger cubs in the cave. This little thing is said to be very fierce. It must have eaten its own kind to barely survive."

"???"

Looking at the little creature that was not much longer than his elbow, Alan finally realized that this was the famous Siberian golden tabby. Theoretically speaking... this thing could also be considered a cat, right?

And it is the largest cat species in existence. Doesn't it just meet my requirements? !

I just didn't expect that this little thing had such a story.

Eh? That's not right!

I remembered what Ceylon said just now, that this little thing was actually a tigress who was killed by poachers and survived by hiding in the den and eating its own kind. Plus, there are three little tigers in this litter, so...

Such a familiar scene?!

This thing...why does it sound a bit like Biao?

In the Northeast, there used to be a legend that if a tigress gave birth to three cubs in a litter, she probably would not be able to raise so many. In this case, in order to keep more cubs alive, the tigress would often abandon the weakest one.

But if this abandoned and weakest little tiger survives and grows up, its character will be extremely cruel. Not only will it be cruel, but it will also hold grudges.

The first thing it did when it grew up was to kill the other two tigers from its litter to avenge being abandoned.

Anyway, different places have different sayings, and the approximate meanings may be somewhat different, but the records about things like Biao have some legendary meaning.

Now, although the little fellow in my hand was not abandoned and became a tiger, it survived by eating the little tigers in its litter. So... if we round it off, it can also be considered a tiger, right?

With such an identity background, Alan looked at the little tiger in his hand and liked it more and more.

He has always had the dream of holding Huang on his left and Qingcang on his right. When he first raised Xiao Huang, he named him Xiao Huang because his fur was yellowish brown when he was young. Who knew that he would become whiter and whiter as he grew up, and the name was somewhat mismatched.

Now... he finally has a real Xiao Huang, no, this time he will be called Da Huang!

When Dahuang grows up, I heard that the Siberian tiger needs a very large territory. Alan's family happens to have a lot of space, and the castle is close to the national nature reserve. When he is hungry, he can go in and eat whatever he wants. There is not even a large carnivore in the reserve, only deer, rabbits and the like. Isn't this just like a buffet?

When I think about taking this thing hunting in the future, with Da Huang just roaring in front, there will be no need for bodyguards to drive away the prey. There will be a lot of chaos in the reserve, right?

"Haha, good, good, good! I really like this pet choice. Little Stone, please notify everyone to prepare some food for this little guy. Hey? Ceylon...what should I feed this little guy?"

Just as he was about to ask someone to prepare food, Alan suddenly remembered that this was his first time raising a tiger, and he... had no experience and didn't know how to feed it.

"Boss, I've asked relevant experts. Siberian tigers have a very diverse diet. Although they are carnivores, due to climate reasons, food is relatively scarce, so they are basically not very picky about food. A tiger cub of its age can drink milk or eat some broth or something, but this one...it seems to have learned to eat meat on its own."

"Okay, go prepare the milk and broth. Follow me from now on and you'll have meat for every meal!"

Alan lifted up the little tiger and happily put it on his face, ready to give it a kiss. Before he could do anything, a fishy smell mixed with the smell of urine came to his nose, just like the old-fashioned mop stained with urine placed against the wall in the school toilet during the summer vacation. It had been there for more than a month without anyone touching it, so it got wet and then dried. When he picked it up suddenly, the bottom was still slightly damp. That smell...

"vomit……"

"Come on, I'll give it a bath, Shitou. By the way, have someone prepare a collar for it and put a name tag on it, with the name Da Huang engraved on it!"

"yes!"

Little Stone also stared at the new toy in Alan's hand with some curiosity. After Alan finished explaining it, he looked at the little tiger reluctantly before leaving.

…

The main entrance of Harrods department store in London.

Four or five socialites from the upper class had just come out from shopping. The cold weather outside did not affect their gorgeous attire at all.

Ghislaine Maxwell is a new socialite in London's wealthy circle in the past two years. Some time ago, she and her father were received by the Queen. Because of this... this woman successfully rose to the top and became a little famous in the socialite circle.

Because of her Jewish ancestry and other mixed ancestry, Ghislaine Maxwell has black hair, a strong nose, beautiful facial features, and a slim figure. Every time she goes shopping with a few other "sisters", she attracts the attention of paparazzi.

Of course... for these socialites, they don’t hate these photo shoots. They spend a lot of time dressing up before going out every time, isn’t it just for this moment?

With three or four huge paper bags on her left arm and her right hand in her pocket, the cold wind blew her black hair across her cheek. Ghislaine Maxwell was shivering with cold, her expression unchanged. Her neck, which was held high, twisted slightly, and her eyes happened to see the special car that came to pick her up parked on the side of the road on time. She unconsciously quickened her pace and walked to the car without even looking at it carefully. She opened the door and got in.

…

As soon as she closed the car door, Ghislaine Maxwell looked at the middle-aged man in the left seat with a look of surprise.

The driver would not sit in the back seat. She had always sat in the back seat by herself, but today...

"Ghislaine Maxwell?"

"Who are you?"

Ghislaine Maxwell was a little confused by the question. It might be because she was cold or scared, anyway, her voice was shaking slightly.

"drive!"

Seeing that the target was confirmed, the middle-aged man told them to drive, then put away the pistol that was pointing at Ghislaine Maxwell. He waited for a black Ford to pass in front, and the car behind followed the Ford and merged into the traffic.

…

"Let me introduce myself first."

The middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at Ghislaine Maxwell. "I guess you are not interested in knowing my identity. You can just call me Mr. Kron. I am here mainly to consult you on some issues. I hope you will cooperate as much as possible. We don't want to hurt you."

It was only then that Ghislaine Maxwell realized that the person sitting in the passenger seat seemed to have been motionless, and the person driving was not the driver she knew!

She later realized that she seemed to have been kidnapped.

“…”

"You want money? I'll give you as much as you want!"

Ghislaine Maxwell did not hesitate at all. She looked glamorous outside, but her family knew her own business. Although she was a socialite, this socialite was only limited to the circle of wealthy people, that is, the circle of common people. In a place like Britain where aristocrats were everywhere, there were many people with greater power and higher status than her family. In such a place, the strength of the criminals who dared to kidnap her was estimated to be much stronger than those in the outside world!

Since the other person dared to rob the car and drove directly to pick her up, he must be fearless. In order to suffer less, she didn't care about the money at all.

…

"Haha... Miss Ghislaine, we are not here for money. We just want to ask you some questions. Don't be afraid. Now... can I start asking questions?"

“…”

Ghislaine was even more confused by what he said. He glanced cautiously at the man who called himself Kron and said, "Okay, ask."

"Your father died a few days ago. Aren't you sad at all?"

Ghislaine almost burst into curses at Kron's first question.

She knew that her father was dead, and his death was very strange.

But for her, who is only in her twenties and still a little girl, why should she be sad?

As far as she could remember, she might not see her father once a month. In her mind, her father was like an ATM. She would only think of him when she got her living expenses every month.

"I... I don't have a deep relationship with him, there's no need to be sad."

"Haha, okay, please accept my condolences. Second question, does your father have anything left with you? For example, some documents, or... a share agreement?"

"No! He seldom comes to my place. The last time he came was several years ago."

"oh?"

Kron frowned. This was somewhat different from what he had investigated.

"Can you tell me specifically when he last visited you and what year it was and what he did at that time? Do you still remember it?"

"I..." Miss Ghislaine's face was sad, but seeing the smile on Kron's face, she still tried her best to smile and said, "Wait a minute, I remember... it seemed to be in 1986? Or was it 1985? Anyway, it was a long time ago. I was still young at that time. On my birthday, he gave me an oil painting, but it was his portrait, and I didn't like it. After that, he rarely came to see me."

"Oh?" When he heard the word oil painting, Kron's eyes flashed suddenly. He felt that this oil painting might be what he was looking for.

"Where's the painting? Did you lose it?"

"No, I hung it on the wall of the storage room. Do you want this painting? I can give it to you."

"Haha, then please come with me to pick up this painting. Also... take a look at these photos to see if there is anyone you know."

Kron showed a satisfied smile on his face, and took out a few photos from his pocket and handed them to Ghislaine.

…

“Boom boom boom!”

"Come in!"

Rex was wearing reading glasses and was concentrating on looking through a handful of information, which was all sorts of random information collected from all over the place in the past few days.

These have already been screened several times, and the remaining information that needs to be screened by him personally is all "related" to this case.

"Captain, Sheriff Vaughan of Pembrokeshire came to visit you. He said he had an appointment with you."

"oh?"

When Rex heard Vaughn's name, he put down the document, took off his glasses, rubbed his brow and said, "I see. Let him in."

…

"Hahaha, Rex! I haven't seen you for a few years and you're still as charming as ever. Wow... This police uniform looks really good on you. You're indeed the iron-blooded detective of Wales!"

Vaughn smiled naturally and kept a low profile. The first thing he said when they met was a compliment.

After hearing these words, Rex stood up with satisfaction and smiled: "Old classmate, it's been a few years since we last met. Sigh... I've been busy these years, all because of the things you asked me to do. Now I don't even have time to spend with my children. It's really... Sigh..."

Vaughn's face began to twitch slightly as he listened to Rex's complaints. He really wanted to shout, "Since you don't want to be busy, why don't you leave it to me? I want to be busy, no matter how busy I am!"

What? No time to spend with the kids? I don’t want kids anymore! I’m only focused on work!

"Ahahaha, that's really hard work. I haven't seen you for several years. I remember your reputation as Director Rex, but..."

"Hahaha, sit down, sit down!"

Rex pointed to the reception area in the office and personally led Vaughn to his seat.

…

If you haven't contacted old classmates for a few years, let's put aside the fact that the relationship was not that good back then.

As for the rest...if they suddenly get in touch later, it's probably because of two things: either they're married or they want to borrow money!

But at their ages, they have already been married, so it is unlikely that they would borrow money. And now is the critical moment, so...

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Vaughn, Rex's face turned serious and he said, "Vaughn, you came to me in person today. Did you find anything?"

"Hahaha, as expected, it's you, Rex. Back then, I thought you were the most capable among our classmates. Now... I haven't said anything yet, but you guessed it right. I have indeed discovered some situations in my jurisdiction."

Vaughn put down the file bag he had been holding, took out a stack of documents and several photos, handed the photos to Rex first, and then introduced: "Since your Excellency gave me the task, I haven't slept for the past few days. I have been searching the area with all my strength, and finally I found a breakthrough, look!"