Chapter 459: Cooperation and painting, prosperity and decline (4k)
"From your tone, the situation shouldn't be too urgent, right? What happened to Henkel? An enemy from his early years is looking for him? Do you need me to take action?"
The man put down the Coke and quickly wrote with his fingers in the light beam. The traces of his movements were captured and displayed on the notepad in the lower right corner of the screen.
Those are complex calculations and data that ordinary people cannot understand, and are used to analyze various probabilities and factors in the cases he investigates. This kind of calculation is the same as calculation on scratch paper, and does not rely on Eva's powerful computing power.
While laying out the huge calculations, he muttered the mental calculation results in a low voice. This man who looked as strong as a bull trusted his mental calculation speed even more than he trusted Eva, who was almost omnipotent!
As the saying goes, "Plan before you act; know where to stop and you will gain." If you want to detect a strange case involving a powerful behind-the-scenes mastermind, you must have enough clues in advance. Otherwise, you may be exposed when you set out for on-the-spot investigation.
In the eyes of the other party, one is easily deceived and deceived.
At the same time, the three-dimensional light beam went out. When it lit up again, it fell next to the man.
The girl changed into a student uniform, a lace white shirt, a dark green skirt with silver edges, a crimson scarf, and the round gold school emblem of the "Half-Dead World Tree" hung on her chest. Her enrollment time was clearly marked below.
September 1999.
She put her hand on the man's, smiled gently like a mother, and said softly: "The surveillance in Oak Creek Manor has been retrieved, and no images of suspicious persons sneaking into the manor have been retrieved, but the bedroom where Henkel is located
A strange female voice appeared nearby..."
"After analysis, the target is highly suspected to be the owner of Yanling? Mingzhao, and he is extremely powerful or carries high-risk weapons. Henkel felt that he was in danger, so he issued an alarm. However, there has not yet been a fierce conflict between the two parties. It may be
We are in a state of confrontation..."
"OK, the calculation is over." The man's voice trembled slightly, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor and calmly handled the work just now.
He took a deep breath, held the girl's illusory hand, and looked at the screen images that had been switched to various surveillance locations in the manor. Since Henkel did not install surveillance in more private places, they were all quite remote.
The picture:
"The light in the bedroom was always on, and Henkel was reading in the middle of the night again. Zoom in on the light shadow in that area and bring up a chart of changes over time... Well, both he and the infiltrator were close to the window, and there was no
People fell to the ground, there should be no casualties yet."
"It was observed that multiple security personnel who also received the alarm message and were preparing to launch an attack, did they take over their communication equipment and try to prevent such an action?"
Eva made an analysis: "Even Henkel cannot cope with opponents whose probability of winning is less than 3%, which will only upset the balance of the situation."
"Even if the balance is broken, it can give Henkel a few seconds to escape the danger." The man said coldly: "You should trust the battlefield reaction ability of a legendary western cowboy. As long as he leaves the blind spot of vision, he will immediately control the flash.
The lights cover it..."
Neither of them considered the plan to immediately set off from Kassel and rush to the manor for support, because the distance from the college to the western suburbs of Chicago is actually hundreds of kilometers, and most of it is mountainous. Otherwise, there is no need to operate a CC1000 train.
Sub-Express.
Separated by such a long distance, no matter how much control Eva, a strong artificial intelligence, has over network information, and no matter how smart and courageous Fingel, who was chosen as Henkel's successor, will not be of much use, let alone
Most of them hope that Henkel can find a way to save itself.
If an irreversible accident really happened, Fingel would have no choice but to rush to the scene, collect Henkel's body and take revenge.
As for Henkel's emergency communications, he did not contact his family headquarters in downtown Chicago. That is because Henkel himself is an enemy that is difficult to contend with, and the "children" of many affiliated families are obviously not able to do so either. In addition to using the power of the military,
, but it’s just a matter of losing your life in vain.
In addition, since Henkel has no descendants and has not yet clearly designated an heir, the family's "Hundred Council of Presidents" will probably not use all their strength to rescue him, and may even wish for him to die early to make way for him. Eva and Eva must be involved.
Only by joining forces with the "Fire Dragon Slayer" can we take on this important task.
"I hope nothing will really happen!" The man was silent for a few seconds, pressing his forehead with his hand, and his body sank helplessly into the seat. His heart seemed to have fallen into the darkness deep in the Greenland ice sea in the past: "Now we can do
There are only so many..."
…
In Oak Creek Manor, next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, Henkel leaned against the weapon cabinet. His thin and aging body bulged out muscles, as if he suddenly regained his youth, and his spirit rose rapidly as if it was ignited, vaguely condensed.
A transparent field.
He stared motionlessly at Zhao Qing, who had just taken out a box of calligraphy and paintings and seemed to have a very friendly attitude. In his right hand, he held a huge revolver with illuminated runes on the gun body, and in his left hand, he clutched several silver-mercury alchemy bullets.
He remained calm on the surface, but secretly panicked in his heart.
The reason is very simple, that is, there are no bullets in Henkel's gun.
Before he could load the ammunition, Zhao Qing suddenly appeared, forcing Henkel to pretend to be ready to shoot at any time. In the end, the opponent casually held down the muzzle of the gun, making him feel like he was riding a tiger.
After hesitating for a moment, Henkel first pushed his right hand forward, trying to pretend to be intimidating, but the revolver blocked by his fingers did not move at all, as if he had encountered a solid wall, and then he pulled back.
The gun body of the "Texas Dawn" remained motionless, as if it was frozen in place.
Although it was difficult to understand the phenomenon of firearms being trapped in the Gang Qi field, Henkel's intuition told him that even if he loosened the grip of the gun handle, the alchemy revolver would probably not fall to the ground. In other words, he was inexplicably trapped.
Disarmed.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In an instant, many thoughts passed through Henkel's mind, and he finally gave up the idea of resisting with force for the time being. The bullet in his left hand fell to the ground and he touched the side.
He put the teapot in front of him and made a gesture of pouring tea to entertain the guests. He followed Zhao Qing's words and said:
"Works of calligraphy and painting? It's rare that my friend you have found out my preferences... Real masterpieces require unique appreciation. Leave it to us at Sotheby's Auction House, and we will be able to discover all the artistic value in it without any additional commission.
We will help you find the most suitable buyer.”
In front of such a dangerous person, he would not dare to accept expensive gifts without any scruples. Who knew if the other person was trying to test the degree of obedience, so he could only keep his posture as low as possible.
After a few glances in a short time, Henkel could roughly tell that the exposed part of the scroll on the top of the box was indeed quite exquisite and probably worth a lot of money. However, he mainly focused on Zhao Qing and only used the peripheral vision of his eyes.
Observation, but not completely.
"If you like calligraphy and painting works, just look at more of them!" Zhao Qing grabbed a stool with a relaxed expression and replied calmly: "Should I accept it as a gift, or consign it to an auction, hold a charity fundraiser, and let the museum keep it?
That's your business, Mr. Henkel."
"This is just the sincerity I showed on behalf of the Kunlun Salvation Society before negotiating with the North American Hybrid Family Alliance to reach a cooperation agreement on comprehensive detection of hidden dragons."
Just when Henkel expressed that he believed this statement, he stopped half-blocking the window, was about to sit down, took out a painting and calligraphy to appreciate it, and was advancing the topic while chatting about art, when there was a loud bang, and the person next to him heard a loud bang.
The window was suddenly shot into pieces by a bullet.
In an instant, the large-caliber bullet fired from the sniper rifle outside passed over the teapot he was holding and came to a position half a meter away from Zhao Qing. It seemed that it could easily smash her body like shattering tempered glass.
Into pieces of blood foam.
Then, it suddenly stopped while it was spinning at high speed, started to reverse its path, reversed direction and accelerated, returning to a tree a hundred meters away, back to the barrel of the gun from which it was fired, and finally the projectile melted and suddenly
Cooling, blocking various parts of the firearm.
The family security officer who was holding the gun to take aim suddenly felt a heat in his palm, which was so hot that it hurt. He couldn't help but let go and let the sniper rifle, whose structure was completely destroyed, fall to the ground. The material stress caused by the sudden heat and cold.
The sudden change caused it to shatter like a porcelain vase.
"Bang!" Seeing that the window was shattered and bullets were obviously shot in, but nothing happened, Henkel couldn't help but feel shocked. He couldn't even hold the teapot in his hand, and it also fell and shattered on the ground.
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At the same time, there was a sudden thunder and lightning above the manor, and the glaze-colored sword light fell, knocking over several other security personnel who were about to attack. This was Zhao Qing's "helping others" and helping the other party find a "sniff".
"Thunder lost" excuse.
"It's nothing, he who doesn't know is not guilty." She generously forgave the manor security for the offense, and blew out a few strong winds to clean up the broken windows and teapots: "Speaking of which, Henkel, as Angers' old rival,
Old friend, you should have his contact information, right?"
"Of course there is contact information, but when he is in an emergency, he may not answer the call in time - if nothing unexpected happens, Angers should be in England now, helping the Laurent family investigate a bizarre air crash."
Henkel hurriedly replied, not daring to raise his head to look directly at the other person, so he lowered his head and browsed the painting without anything else. Then he became fascinated by the painting, secretly surprised in his heart, and whispered to himself:
"This is... a work depicting the historical period of the Five Hus and Sixteen Kingdoms. A city has just been conquered by the Jie tribe. The people in the city fell into despair and resisted desperately? Mo Yiming? Why have you never heard of this painter's name?
"
Although he is a science scholar, he is also a high-level Sinologist. He was amazed by the detailed description of this painting. The entire six to seven meter long scroll, tens of thousands of soldiers and people inside and outside the city, and everyone's expressions and movements.
They are all different, sad and lifelike.
It's as if the artist had seen it with his own eyes. Stroke by stroke, ink painted like blood, the cruelest era was recorded in countless details.
After simply looking at it from beginning to end, as a top collector who has handled thousands of works of art, he quickly came up with the identification result of this painting:
If the painting is indeed authentic, it will undoubtedly have extremely huge artistic and historical value, comparable to the famous "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". In terms of value, as long as it is well publicized before the exhibition or auction, it will at least be worth it.
Toward $500 million.
Suddenly seeing such a unique masterpiece, Henkel was overjoyed and continued to turn to the second painting. The painter was signed "Mu Qingliu", which was also a name he had never heard of. The interior showed mountains and flowing water, and a figure playing the piano as a close friend.
The level of landscape painting is no less high than the former.
Looking further, there are paintings and calligraphy about alchemy and encountering immortals, forests of ancient steles, palaces in the mountains, all kinds of things, all signed by names that no one has ever heard of, but the one with the worst quality among them, regardless of the consecutive
If the auction affects the market, the valuation should be hundreds of millions of dollars.
These works were naturally created by Zhao Qing, and they were the result of her perfectly copying many calligraphy and paintings from Huang Yi's martial arts world to this world.
It has to be said that the artistic attainments of the descendants of the Holy Ji Sect and the Huajian Sect of the Demon Sect are far superior to their peers. Just a few of the paintings they pull out are masterpieces that break through tradition and achieve innovation. The entire Demon Sect's ability to forge and forge antiques is also the same.
Excellent.
Relying on "plagiarism" of top-notch works of art that do not exist in this world or have not yet been discovered, in theory, it is Zhao Qing's fastest way to make money besides direct robbery. A few dozen paintings at random can amount to tens of billions of income.
Equivalent to dozens of tons of gold.
And because hybrids have inherited dragons' obsession with handicrafts, the overt and covert art collection market in this world is much larger than normal, and can fully bear this level of transaction volume.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It is worth mentioning that because most of the authors of these paintings and calligraphy are master-level figures, and they were copied by Zhao Qing, they naturally contain true meaning.
, the pen and ink can communicate with the spirit, and have an effect similar to the stone carvings of the Taixuan Sutra, and can be used to select people with excellent martial arts talents.
Seeing that Henkel was reluctant to accept it, she thought for a while and planned to sell a few paintings from the other party and then donate or rent the rest to top museums in major countries for exhibitions and visits, so as to find some
Cultivation-worthy cultivation seeds.
As far as Zhao Qing knows, there are already many hunters in the Nibelung base dreamland on the other side. They want to expand their own power and begin to train primitive people to practice internal skills. In a normal world, naturally they cannot be too far behind.
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Speaking of which, through her research on the "actual measurements" of the dream copy and modern archaeological results, she came to a rather startling conclusion about the cultivation of primitive people: primitive humans who were more than 10,000 years old had far more talents in cultivation than modern people.
People are taller, and they are not just one or two points taller.
This may help Zhao Qing indirectly explore the ancient history of the main world, and also have a rough estimate of the birth, average quality, and comprehensive combat power level of the early hybrids in the dragon world.
Here, we have to mention the trend of changes in human brain capacity:
In the past few million years, the brain capacity of early human ancestors experienced a period of rapid growth. The original brain capacity was about 450 ml, and later almost quadrupled until the end of the Paleolithic Age, when new changes occurred.
That is, the brain capacity stopped growing, and instead reached an inflection point and began to show a downward trend.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, the brains of men and women have shrunk by 157 milliliters (9.7%) and 261 milliliters (17.4%) respectively. The decline was particularly significant during the Shang and Zhou dynasties about 3,000 years ago.
The difference in body size is not enough to explain this problem. Although the average weight of humans in the Upper Paleolithic Age was 62.9 kilograms, which is about 4.7 kilograms heavier than the 58.2 kilograms of modern humans, it can only explain a decrease in brain volume of about 20 milliliters.
As we all know, there may be individual differences among the same species, but at the group level, differences in brain volume are strongly correlated with differences in IQ. For example, the relative brain volume of black Africans is significantly smaller than that of East Asians.
In other words, the average intelligence of humans in ancient times was probably much higher than that of modern humans, their energy and energy were more abundant, and their corresponding cultivation talents were probably more outstanding.
Based on the limited information, it is speculated that the main world corresponds to the period of normal history from 20,000 to 30,000 years ago to about 3,000 years ago, which should also be the peak period of spiritual practice. This naturally gave her many additional associations and suspected that there were similar reasons.
In addition to factors such as the massive consumption of rare cultivation resources, what are the other potential reasons that led to the decline of a once extremely powerful cultivation civilization?