Chapter 49-48° Do overseas cultural relics need to go home? (5)
A cordon had been set up outside the museum, and security guards searched all the nearby blocks and searched every passing truck, but unfortunately found nothing.
"That doesn't make sense. If we want to transport so many cultural relics, we can only use a large truck."
There was really no other way, so Rashed dialed his boss's number with trembling fat fingers.
Unexpectedly, his young boss did not scold him right away. Instead, he patiently asked him about the details of the scene and only expressed his conclusion after pondering for a full 10 minutes.
"Turn back immediately!"
"Since you have already checked all the nearby trucks, empty houses, and empty warehouses, and since there is no result..."
“They must still be in the museum!”
"Why don't you go back and chase them! Never mind, I'll go with you too!"
After hearing the tip-off from Lady Picture, Curtis Norinbran had already expected that today's events would not end so easily. He sent Rashed out to test the waters. It would be best if the problem could be solved at once, but if not, there would be no loss.
After receiving the call, Curtis, our male protagonist, rushed to the scene as soon as possible, and only 15 minutes later passed.
The entire museum was sealed off, and they even called in the local detective. At this moment, the experienced detective was briefing Curtis on the situation.
"The surveillance at the critical moment was cut off and we did not get any effective video information."
"When we arrived at the scene, we found that all the surveillance cameras had been replaced with... this thing."
The inspector stretched out his hand, in which was a palm-sized mini refrigerator.
All the surveillance cameras have been turned into mini refrigerators!
...Actually, it's quite cute if you look closely.
After these surveillance cameras were transformed into small refrigerators, they naturally lost the ability to shoot images. At most, they could provide a slight cooling effect for a while, collecting the spiders weaving webs in the corners and freezing them into icy lumps.
"When we arrived, all the Chinese cultural relics were gone. The museum is a public place, so you know... we can't distinguish the fingerprints and footprints of ordinary customers from those of thieves."
This brought their search to a standstill. Curtis frowned, exuding the sense of urgency of a high-ranking noble.
"I think the lost items are definitely still in the museum."
The inspector frowned. The instant evaporation of all the cultural relics was already a supernatural phenomenon. Why did he feel that this young nobleman seemed to know the inside story?
"Don't question my decision, just go in and search!"
Curtis didn't bother explaining anything to these civilians. He simply tore through the cordon in front of him and strode in.
The inspector gritted his teeth. He always felt frustrated when these recalcitrant people caused trouble, but because they were the son of a noble family, he had to compromise and followed them in resignedly to prevent them from destroying the crime scene.
Curtis, with Rashed’s servile smile on his face, strode into the venue closest to the crime scene, which was the Egyptian Pavilion.
The Egyptian Museum does not contain only Egyptian collections; some artifacts related to similar civilizations are also stored there.
"Search carefully for me, don't miss any clues!"
After he finished speaking, Curtis took out a glasses case, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from it and put them on, which added a touch of gentleness to his temperament.
The curator followed behind him timidly. He looked around and didn't find any problems at first glance, but he always felt...
Why is the entire venue so much more crowded?
Curtis observed a mural that depicted images of people from ancient Egypt. The men and women in the murals were holding pottery jars on their heads, facing each other, with their hands in front and behind in a dancing pose.
Probably something like this:
┏()┛└(^O^)┐
But observing the mural, Curtis showed a slightly puzzled expression.
"Other murals are of couples, one man and one woman. Why is this painting... a man with three women?"
In this mural, the characters in the painting appear particularly crowded. The husband and wife are almost stuck together, and behind the wife there are three more women doing the same dance moves.
It was the three murals of Bodhisattva hidden inside.
At this moment, the Virgin Mary, who originally had an air of fairy and a compassionate look in the mural, squeezed into a mural with a sense of grievance, and also performed Egyptian dance movements. She even imitated them by holding the bottle in her hand on her head... Facing Curtis's inquiring gaze, the three of them broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.
In the past, when ordinary people encountered troubles, they liked to pray for the Buddha’s blessing.
But what should they do in this situation? Isn't it a bit wrong to pray for their own blessing?
At this time, the curator also came over, looked at the mural, and then waved his hand.
"No problem, no problem."
"Since ancient times, men become bad when they have money. The three extra ones here should be the concubines this man married."
This explanation was unexpected by no one, but when you think about it carefully, it seems reasonable!
After all, although they don’t understand cultural relics, they understand men!
So they no longer doubted it!
Even Rashed smacked his lips and commented with some envy.
"He was the only one among so many people who had concubines, and he married three at once... This man must have been poisoned to death by other jealous men in the village."
The man in the painting who kindly took in the cultural relics: …
The three Bodhisattvas in the painting who hid in the room: …
The way they say this really deserves a beating!
However, considering that they had escaped a disaster, they did not pursue the matter!
At this point, in the subconscious live broadcast room, the audience, who were too nervous to even speak, finally couldn't hold it anymore and started to swipe the screen.
"Who would dare to believe that this is a genuine Bodhisattva painting in this pose?"
"I went to appraise a statue of Guan Gong that was making the "yeah" gesture, but it was beaten out by someone..."
"When I was watching the drama before, I didn't feel that the male lead was so easy to fool? This is really... wonderful! "
The barrage of comments was swiping the screen frantically, and everyone was on edge, afraid of being exposed and discovered.
As for love dopamine? Who would produce love dopamine at this time?
Even the employees of the Salvation Organization no longer paid attention to the data, and were praying that the truth would be concealed!
On the other side, Curtis continued to search the next booth.
This booth houses an incredible item, which is the golden spire of the pyramid. Yes, this was also what they looted back then.
But……
Why……
There seems to be something extra on the counter today?
Next to the golden spire, there is an inverted bronze tripod and a pottery tripod, which are trying hard to disguise themselves under the gaze of humans!
Shuangyang Ding imagined himself as a turtle and tried hard to retract his two sheep heads.
The other pottery tripod, which was rounder in shape, was trying hard to inhale and pull its beer belly in, trying to make itself look like a cone.
Looking at the golden spire they worked so hard for:
Although it felt powerless, the kind-hearted golden spire still moved to the side, providing a place for the two tripods to hide.
"Let me see what's going on... Oh, so that's how it is."
The curator came to the rescue.
"Next to the golden spire there is a bronze spire and a clay spire... This is completely normal, there is nothing wrong with it!"
The curator looked matter-of-fact, as if Curtis's fuss was his own problem.
If Curtis had not read more books than Rashed, he would have believed it.
"Mr. Director, have you ever thought about a question?" Curtis asked calmly.
"We went to the museum and found only the spire of a pyramid." After saying this, he couldn't help but roared.
"But there are three of them!"
“Three!”
"Whose pyramid has three points on it?!"
This is outrageous. Are these people bullying Curtis because he doesn't know how to count?
However, facing the furious rich young master, the curator was not panicked at all, but instead showed a confident smile.
"Have you ever heard of an ancient legend from Japan?"
"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who accidentally dropped his axe into the river when he was passing by. Just when he was at a loss, the river god appeared."
"The river god asked the woodcutter whether he had lost the golden axe or the silver axe, but the woodcutter honestly said that he had lost the iron axe. To reward the woodcutter's honesty, the river god gave him both the golden and silver axes."
At this point, the curator looked at Curtis and Rashed, who were gradually becoming absorbed in the story, and revealed a meaningful expression.
"And the two extra spires on the pyramid were also obtained through the same gift!"
After hearing this, both of them showed an expression of sudden enlightenment at the same time!
So that’s how it is, it really makes sense!
But they still have some small doubts and feel that they can't figure it out no matter how hard they think.
"How is this river god of Japan related to Egypt? Isn't the distance a bit far?" Rashed looked confused.
"How can there be no connection? Didn't we in the Sunset Empire travel all the way to Egypt and plunder their spires? So distance is not a problem!" The curator immediately retorted with a serious face.
But Curtis also expressed his doubts.
"From an economic point of view, this doesn't make sense. The river god gave us gold and silver axes, which are more valuable, but why are the spires of the pyramids only made of bronze and ceramic?"
After hearing this question, the curator's eyes immediately showed a few sighs of hatred towards the rich.
He is indeed a noble young master!
"The original material is already gold. It would be too difficult to increase its value. You can't just move a diamond spire, right?"
"As for the ones with higher prices, they should use rare metals, such as rhenium or californium..."
This is a bit too much. If there is a river god who can give these two rare metals, then he is not a river god, but the god of nuclear reactors!
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