"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin..."

Just as Lin Yu was thinking about the secret of his words, a cry came from his ears.

Zhang Guohao and Ah Hua stood opposite each other, looking cautious.

Lin Yu, who had just now, was stunned for a moment when he looked at Juanhua.

Could it be that he knew this painting?

Hearing the shouts, Lin Yu turned to look at the two of them.

"Mr. Zhang, do you know anything else about this silk painting document?"

"I've told you all that I know, but I don't know anything else. Anyway, the Tuscan family seems to be very interested in this silk painting document, I..."

Halfway through the conversation, Zhang Guohao stopped.

He hesitated for a moment before he said slowly: "But I personally feel that the Tuscan family's interest in this silk painting document is far beyond the scope it should be. It is not very much like collecting antiques, but more like looking for very important and extremely precious sacred objects."

Speaking of this, Zhang Guohao smiled mockingly.

Even himself felt that what he said just now was nervous.

But unexpectedly, Lin Yu on the opposite side nodded slightly.

Obviously, he agreed with Zhang Guohao’s speculation just now.

Even if it is worth tens of millions, it is probably not worth the Tuscan patriarch to come and ask for it in person.

It can be seen from this that this silk painting document has a great relationship with the Tuscan family or the Holy See.

"The Tuscan patriarchs do not do unnecessary things. According to what you said, the Holy See once removed all the silk paintings and scriptures about the Mogao Grottoes in the British Museum in Dunhuang. If these two things are linked together, it can be inferred that the Tuscan family is helping the Holy See."

As he spoke, Lin Yu smiled coldly.

Last time on the top of Kunlun Mountain, he killed four messengers from the Holy See with his own hands.

The four messengers were all foreigners.

Moreover, he has a respected status within the Holy See and is called the Four Great Envoys.

Things that happened before and after are as if they were connected together by an invisible thread.

The Vatican Church should be the base camp for aliens, and at the least it is also an important stronghold.

The Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang are a mysterious ancient land in the east and were not discovered until the last century.

Today, the Holy See is interested in the cultural relics and antiques in the Mogao Grottoes.

What Lin Yu couldn't understand was what secrets were hidden in this silk painting?

What made the Holy See fight for this?

The questions linger in my mind.

Although the silk painting in my hand was a bit strange, I didn't find any secrets.

It's just a picture of a dragon boat spreading across the river.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Come here with your phone and let me use it."

Hearing the sound, Zhang Guohao quickly handed over his cell phone.

Lin Yu took it in his hand, opened the **, and took two pictures of the silk painting.

Then, he dialed a set of numbers.

Doudu…

The phone rang a few times and was immediately connected.

"Old Huo, I am Lin Yu. I want to trouble you with something. I have a silk painting in my hand. It is said to be from Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. Now I will send you a picture. You can find an expert in cultural relics to identify it and see what this painting is."

He held his cell phone, chatted for a few words, and hung up the phone.

Then, the captured pictures were sent through text messages.

After doing all this, Lin Yu continued to make tea with satisfaction.

Widths of white mist rose in the living room.

The fragrance of tea lingers between your lips.

For him, the matter about this silk painting was just a handy one.

This time, the purpose of coming to the West has always been clear and simple.

If it weren't for this matter, he wouldn't even have any interest in asking about it.

As a pot of tea was drunk, ten minutes passed.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the phone vibrated and a pleasant ringtone rang.

Lin Yu answered the phone and kept it in his ear.

Mr. Huo's voice sounded from the microphone: "I asked someone and asked. This painting is a picture of the Netherworld Forgetful River Ferry. Although it is not common among the people, it has no special research value."

After hearing this, Lin Yu smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Then, he glanced at Zhang Guohao and Ah Hua.

"Old Huo, there is something else I want to ask you for help. I met some compatriots in Europe and were preparing to return to China. I wonder if you have any way to let them set off as soon as possible."

Hearing this request, Mr. Huo said happily: "No problem, I will call the relevant departments and ask them to arrange a special plane at the airport near Europe to pick them up."

After saying that, he didn't say much, nor did he try to inquire about anything.

The two of them hung up the call tacitly.

"Mr. Zhang, the matter of returning to China has been arranged, and you will be able to board the plane soon. I believe that the Tuscan family and the Holy See will not cause trouble for you again."

Lin Yu smiled and said lightly.

As long as he is here to attract firepower, the people in the Holy See will not have the intention to attack Zhang Guohao and others.

For the Holy See, Lin Yu is the real enemy.

"Thank you Mr. Lin!"

Zhang Guohao and Ah Hua quickly stood up and clasped their fists to thank them.

"You're welcome, after all, I promised to save your life, not to mention that you gave me a silk painting."

While speaking, Lin Yu raised his head and raised the silk painting in his hand.

The eyes gathered on the silk paintings.

The picture of the ferry of the Netherworld Forgetful River?

Forgetful River?

Does the river in this painting mean the Forget River?

The Forgetful River under the Yellow Spring Road...

What secret is hidden in this painting?

...

Police Department!

Director Max enjoyed it comfortably with a Cuban cigar in his finger.

The mellow smoke rose in the office.

On the table, his gun was placed.

suddenly!

Dongdongdongdongdong...

A rapid knock on the door sounded in my ears.

Then, a creaking sound was heard.

Someone pushed open the office door from outside without permission.

Director Max raised his eyebrows and looked up.

I saw a sheriff in a uniform rushed in.

"Director, something big happened, something big happened in our jurisdiction."

The sheriff who broke in shouted gasping.

There was a look of lingering fear on his face.

"Oh, Sheriff Paul, what exactly makes you so panic? Can't your more than twenty years of professional experience help you get rid of your frizzy shortcomings?"

Director Max asked jokingly with a cigar in his mouth.
To be continued...