Hearing Jason whispering to stay at the door and not go in, Han Xuan nodded and agreed.

The imagined quarrel and fight did not happen. After a while, Ou turned on the lights in the room and waved Han Xuan into the house.

There was a black suitcase next to the wall and his passport was placed on his head. It seemed that he had recently planned to run away after receiving the news that Arlos Brenner was arrested.

A Himalayan cat raised by Gulrit rubbed around Han Xuan's legs after he entered the house.

The black face, black tail, and other parts of the hair are gray, which easily reminds Han Xuan of the cat raised by Echizen Ryuma in the cartoon "Prince of Tennis".

He picked it up and saw Gabriel gently patting the old German man's face, asking George, "What's wrong with him? He was killed by you bandits?"

George was startled by Han Xuan's thoughts and quickly shook his hand and replied: "Don't talk nonsense, who is the bandit? We didn't do anything to him. It was like this when we came in!

He found a bottle of sleeping pills on his head, and he fainted himself. He couldn't wake up for a while, so he spoke quietly."

"I'm worried all day long, it's strange to be able to sleep." Han Xuan stared at the oil painting with a unique style on the wall.

It is definitely the work of "The Lion Trainer" by German painter Marcos Beckman. I have read the records of it several times in my grandfather's Western art introduction books.

In the Nazi era, Hitler's personal aesthetic orientation became a legal, impressionist, cubist, and modernist work that guided the development of all art fields in a country had no place to establish a foothold in Nazi Germany.

German alternative painters like Marcos Beckman were also one of the key targets of suppression at that time. Many of his works were destroyed, so there were not many preserved.

After several tours in the 1980s, Marcos Beckman's painting style was recognized by the art world and collectors. In recent years, Marcos Beckman's works have been rising rapidly and are expensive.

Like the painting in front of me, I can now change to an apartment in the best location in the Upper East Side of New York. I can buy a few Ferraris for the extra money, early, mid-night, and evening.

“This time I believe there is really a treasure.

Everyone searched for something missing, and woke him up if there was no way."

Han Xuan climbed onto the desk, carefully picked off the "Lion Trainer", and said, "Remember, we are here to collect debts for Old Neilman.

If you see any strange things, you can move them here, don’t miss any one.”

Galgernon agreed and said as he walked out of the room, "I'll make some snow and stuff it into my clothes, and he will definitely wake up.

Splashing water in the middle of winter seems to be too cruel.”

"...You are cruel, too."

Keep searching in the apartment.

Dozens of items were moved to the corridor outside, including some valuable small things.

For example, golden cat ornaments with ruby ​​eyes, medieval armor, spears, etc., whether true or false, let them get on the car.

Han Xuan put the Himalayan cat on his shoulder and opened the old man's wallet, which contained banknotes worth five thousand marks, and some notes were mixed in it.

Putting the money aside and carefully looking at these bills, Han Xuan saw the name "Mach Apartment" on several water and electricity payment notices.

Several parking tickets were written not in Munich, but in the small town of Starnberg, south of Munich city.

This attracted Han Xuan's attention. Several parking tickets were separated by more than half a year. The old man who was sleeping should go there often.

Thinking that he might not be the only house, he said to Galjenon, who was about to wake up old Gurrit after plundering the apartment, "Wait first, help him put on his clothes, take it away in the car, I know where the things might be."

Galgernon looked around and didn't put his clothes on, so he simply rolled the old man up with a quilt and tied it with a rope, which was both warm and convenient.

After blocking his mouth, he carried Gulrit on his shoulder and said to himself: "My God, how many sleeping pills he has taken? He never wakes up like this.

If he hadn't breathed smoothly, he would have thought he was dead."

Han Xuan followed Galjenon out and accidentally found that the one blocked Gulrit's mouth was actually a pair of smelly socks...

Say goodbye to the Himalayan cat and bulldog.

When he got in the bus, the maps around Munich were all in Han Xuan's mind, and he gave Jason the way to drive towards Highway 95 south.

It was around 3:15 at night, and two Mercedes-Benz vans and two BMW sedans were driving very far apart in order not to attract attention.

Han Xuan played with the golden cat ornament the size of a palm. The thing was made of exquisite workmanship, and even his claws were inlaid with emeralds. The diamond-shaped yellow diamond on his forehead was probably weighing twenty carats and had a charming expression.

With an excitement about unknown things, I gradually drove away from the city of Munich, and the road gradually became bumpy and bumpy.

As one of Munich's satellite cities, the town of Starnberg is only about 30 kilometers away from the city. It took more than 20 minutes to arrive, and was worried about the specific address of Mach Apartment.

There was no way, so I parked at the entrance of a motel, let the French-born Galgernon take action, and asked the hotel waiter, saying that it was the relative of Gulrit, who had delayed the train.

The other party didn't know who Gulrit was, but he was very familiar with the most luxurious villa in the town, Mach Apartment. He told the decent Galgenon without being wary that the handsome guy really had an advantage.

I set off again and came to the address mentioned by the hotel waitress. Villa Mach is located by a lake outside the town. It is a five-story white building, a lonely building, and it is easy to find.

"Han, look, there is a light in that house." Jason stopped and turned off the lights, pointing to the house a hundred meters away.

Han Xuan was stunned. At least he had read a lot of psychology books. According to analysis, he would definitely avoid any danger of revealing secrets. Unless the things are not there, he can feel at ease with others.

Did you guess wrong again?

"Let's go and see first. You pretend to be a camping hunter nearby, saying that you know Gulrit and ask about the other party's relationship with him."

"Okay, you guys are waiting here." Jason replied, untied his seat belt and got out of the car, wiping the dirt on his body and face, making him look like he was exhausted, and walking towards the villa.

There is no insect chirping or moonlight in winter nights. A dirt road winds beside the fir trees, and birds are cries in the forest.

Han Xuan watched Jason walk away, and waited for his back to disappear into the darkness, got off the bus and stood by the roadside to pee.

A gust of wind blew and shivered. If it weren't for the good quality of the bladder and kidneys, he almost urinated on his hands, which made him think it was a dangerous situation (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!