After casually browsing through the artworks displayed on the stands, Guangyou realized that these artworks might be the same ones from an auction held at this villa forty years ago. He stroked his chin and began to recall that tragic incident.
Inside this villa, forty years ago, a memorial service was held, which was actually an auction of the artworks owned by the villa's owner, Karasuma Renya.
There were too many items to complete in just a few days. On the second night, a stormy night, two people, soaking wet, entered the villa under the pretext of seeking shelter from the rain. The auction organizers, who had initially been turned away, brought out a package.
The package contained something resembling cigarettes. After the organizers smoked their cigarettes, they did a complete 180-degree turn and agreed to let them into the villa. Soon after, the villa was filled with the smell of smoke.
At first, the guests argued endlessly about these two people of unknown origin, after all, they were political celebrities, but soon the situation changed.
After letting out a scream, a man abandoned the artwork he had won at the auction and ran out.
A woman was holding her head in anguish, as if begging for someone's forgiveness; tears streamed down her face and she couldn't stop them.
Some men were laughing as they stabbed their hands with pens.
The faces of these so-called political figures were contorted with malice; at this moment, they were nothing more than beasts in suits.
The entire auction turned into a living hell; chaos was the best word to describe it, and the brutality of human nature was fully displayed here.
The swords and knives auctioned off were also used as weapons, and people fought each other. After the night, eight dead people and more than a dozen unconscious guests lay in the auction hall, while the two men disappeared with all the artworks as if they had never been there.
Only the red-clad villas tell the tragic story of that night.
Guangyou has always been skeptical about this tragedy. How difficult it must have been for two men to move more than 300 works of art in such a short time.
If it were all jewelry, that would be fine, but those works of art were large pieces, sculptures, paintings, porcelain, swords, etc. Moving all the works of art in one night is simply a pipe dream.
Only now did Guangyou realize that the two men hadn't left at all; they had transported the artwork to this secret room. This explained how they managed to make the artwork disappear.
"What exactly are they after?"
Guangyou couldn't help but ponder. Since they were placed here, it meant that they weren't after money; they definitely had another purpose.
Otherwise, why would they be so bored?
That possibility cannot be ruled out!
Guangyou nodded: "If we walk further in, it seems there's still room."
After saying that, Guangyou continued walking forward. After walking for a while, Guangyou arrived at another area that was relatively smaller than the previous one, but looked more luxurious.
In the very center of the area, Guangyou saw a throne, a throne inlaid with jewels, a throne made of pure gold, and the throne was empty.
In front of the throne is a display stand, which can be seen from a distance as being covered with red velvet with gold trim, clearly intended to hold some kind of gemstone. At this moment, however, the stand is empty, with only a slot remaining.
"The gemstone that was kept here is gone. Could it be that those two men were after it?"
Suddenly, Guangyou's body swayed to the left, and a cold glint flashed from where Guangyou had just been standing.
Guangyou kicked off first, quickly maintaining a certain distance from his attacker. Upon closer inspection, he saw a disheveled man holding a small silver knife.
The man wasn't particularly burly, but his physique revealed the strength hidden beneath his worn-out clothes. This was definitely not the kind of bulky muscle that comes from working out at the gym, which is utterly useless.
Even when Guangyou was a powerless boy in his early days, he could make the bodybuilder kneel down and beg him not to die within a minute after being punched by him.
See, this is useless; it still asks me not to die! Although the process is slightly different, the result is still good, perhaps not bad.
Putting aside his teasing thoughts, Guangyou focused his attention on the "Wild Man Brother," whom he nicknamed "Wild Man Brother" because of his appearance.
Wild Man's hair covered most of his face, with two bloodshot eyes peeking out from between the hair strands. Combined with the wrinkles on his face, he looked quite ferocious.
What caught Guangyou's attention were the Wild Man's eyes. Guangyou sensed that the Wild Man seemed somewhat confused, as if he was acting on instinct.
Guangyou was already on guard beforehand, and his body was filled with murderous intent. His instincts made the wild man stay away from him for the time being. Guangyou also felt that the person watching him in the room was him.
But the confusion he showed at this moment also plunged Guangyou into confusion.
Me, Tefa? Who else could it be but him? There's no one alive here anymore.
When Guangyou stepped into the art area, he was indeed shocked by the artworks. His murderous aura subsided for a moment, and it was precisely this weakened hostility that brought Guangyou back to his senses, reminding him of his current situation.
He deliberately waited until this area before slowly retracting it. As for the reason?
Guangyou didn't want to fight in that place. It would be bad if those treasures were broken, as they were worth a lot of silver and even gold.
The wild man couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed a knife and charged straight at Guangyou. Guangyou suddenly smiled and roared, "Your eyes are blinding!"
Even if the other person can't understand, speaking loudly sounds impressive, doesn't it?
But I am happy.
Wild Man was clearly startled by the loud shout, and he abruptly slowed down. Guangyou then took out his flashlight, switched it to high beam mode, and gave Wild Man a piercing "electric glare".
Suddenly, the wild man's eyes went blank, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. This was not a matter of reason; it was a matter of bodily instinct.
After spending a long time in such a dark place, it's always a bit uncomfortable to be exposed to sunlight all at once, especially such intense sunlight, which is extremely harmful to the eyes.
Guangyou seized the opportunity to step forward, his hands forming a claw shape as he attacked downwards. This move, known as "Monkey Stealing Peaches," is extremely effective against men.
He immediately pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, spread his arms like a roc spreading its wings, tucked his knees in front of his abdomen, and shouted at the same time: "Crow flies an airplane!"
The entire sequence of movements was completed in the blink of an eye. As Kōyū's feet touched the ground, a standard superhero landing pose was executed. He slowly stood up, stroking his hair: "Cool~"
Wild Man collapsed to the ground. Guangyou walked around the area and when he reached a corner, a small clump of powder on the ground caught his attention.
Guangyou reached out and picked up the powder, sniffed it, and frowned: "It smells like marijuana."
Marijuana smells like tobacco, it has a very foul odor, it smells bitter like Chinese medicine, and it also smells a bit like Arabian perfume.
In addition, there was a greasy smell, similar to lard, which was easy to identify. As soon as Guangyou smelled it, he knew that the powder contained cannabis.
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