It was night and it was raining heavily. At a highway intersection, four criminal police officers wearing body armor were inspecting vehicles in the rain. Among the famous Dior and Rolls-Royce cars, there was a dilapidated four-wheeled small electric car that stood out.
When the police finally found him, Zhao Mingcheng opened the car window and saw a middle-aged bald man with an honest appearance and dull speech.
Beside me, the new detective girl Lu Ya said directly, "Police, please hand over your ID. Get out of the car and undergo inspection."
"My daughter-in-law is sick, so I rush home. I am an out-and-out farmer and never do anything harmful to nature."
The four people had expressionless faces, and many murderers felt that they were doing justice for God.
The auxiliary policemen who were assisting looked at it and didn't care much. What was lost this time was a treasure from the Tang Dynasty. It was said to be the mirror used by Emperor Taizong Li Shimin to dress his clothes. It had been lost since the Song Dynasty.
But when it comes to finding cultural relics, grave robbers are always one step ahead of the police.
However, Lu Ya, who had landed from a big city by air, was confused by this strong local accent.
"On the big pillar."
Zhao Mingcheng's voice sounded behind him, and his words were crisp and clear, leaving no room for doubt.
Dazhu stepped forward and started talking to the man in a local accent.
Zhao Mingcheng took two steps back. He looked at the electric car, turned on his flashlight, and looked at the car's license plate. There seemed to be no problem with the license plate.
However, Zhao Mingcheng discovered that the license plate was not stable and there were obvious signs of being pried around.
Zhao Mingcheng frowned and realized that things were not simple.
At this time, the phone rang, and Zhao Mingcheng pressed the answer button, "Mingcheng, have you found any cultural relics?"
"Don't worry, squadron. We have blocked every intersection. I will personally check each vehicle at the highway intersection and I will definitely find the cultural relics."
"Okay, as soon as possible. You can carry out the task. Hang up."
"bye."
Zhao Mingcheng turned off the microphone and looked up at the sky. The sky tonight was really suffocating.
He walked to the roadside and smoked a cigarette. When the smoke came out of his mouth, it changed shapes under the streetlight.
After the Dazhu inspection was completed, he signaled to the traffic police that he could let him go.
Zhao Mingcheng came over. On a rainy night, once this thirty-year-old detective fell silent, he would put invisible pressure on people.
The police badge on the brim of his hat flashed under the streetlight.
"Wait a minute, have you checked the car behind you?"
The car at the back was open and filled with sacks. From the smell, everyone knew it was onions.
"Captain, do you really want to search this place?"
"This is too much."
"Leave him and let the auxiliary police come to assist. Don't let go of every sack."
When the old man in the car heard the words, he showed his flaws. When he heard the words, his eyes immediately changed. These criminal police officers are all highly educated and have professionally studied micro-expressions.
Just a change in his eyes immediately aroused the attention of all the detectives.
As Zhao Mingcheng realized, there was something very wrong with this honest man who pretended to be a farmer.
They found several ancient candlesticks in the onion sacks, but they searched inside and outside but could not find the ancient object.
Both Dazhu and Lu Ya looked embarrassed.
At this time, Zhao Mingcheng's eyes fell on the roof of the four-wheel electric vehicle.
"Control him first."
As soon as the handcuffs were on, other vehicles around him began to pass by one after another.
Zhao Mingcheng jumped on the roof of the car. He walked up to the roof and lifted up the rain cover, revealing a long oval mirror in front of him.
"Did you find it? Is it this mirror?"
Zhao Mingcheng shook his head, "Although I don't understand antiques, this is definitely a fake."
Zhao Mingcheng took down the mirror and everyone touched it.
"Isn't this a neck mirror?"
Zhao Mingcheng came over and stared at this seemingly honest farmer, "What's going on?"
"I don't know, someone gave me two thousand yuan to give these things away."
Zhao Mingcheng looked at both sides, and the vehicles on both sides had begun to pass.
As soon as the Audi A8 drove by, a cigarette butt was thrown out, and someone in the car shouted arrogantly, "A bunch of idiots."
"Oops!"
Zhao Mingcheng rushed to the side of the police car, jumped directly from the car window into the seat, stepped on the clutch and started the car.
"I'll leave this to you. I'll chase them first, and you can follow."
The police car rushed out. In the rainy night, Zhao Mingcheng chased the Audi A8 all the way. He chased the car all the way and forced the suspect's car to Zhouqiao, which is an archaeological site.
Zhao Mingcheng pursued closely and cornered the tomb robbers in the car. They had guns in their hands, but they did not dare to kill the police, so they shot at the wheels of the police car.
After two shots were fired, one of the car lights was knocked out and a tire was punctured. Coupled with the slippery road on a rainy day, Zhao Mingcheng drove the police car and directly smashed the railings on both sides of the Zhouqiao Bridge, causing both people and the car to fall into the water.
Fortunately, the car window started to open. After Zhao Mingcheng got into the water, he climbed out of the car window again.
The car was hit and was likely to explode. Zhao Mingcheng swam to the shore, but halfway through the swim, Zhao Mingcheng subconsciously touched his pistol. He held the pistol while swimming. Suddenly, with a loud noise, when in the river,
Suddenly a huge fireball shot up, and Zhao Mingcheng was hit by a shock wave and directly hit the stone wall on one side.
Zhao Mingcheng only remembered that the last thing he saw in this world was the mural on the Bianliangzhou Bridge.
Three days later...
In Bianliang City, in a large courtyard, Feige Liudan is facing the waterside pavilion, and a young man in Tsing Yi is lying on a wicker chair in the garden of the courtyard.
The blue-black dark clothes looked a little loose on him.
This body is still very young, nineteen years old, and obviously lacks exercise, but it is handsome and gentle.
There was a bruise on his forehead, and his head was still buzzing. While applying ice to his forehead, he stared at his personal maid Qingluan, looking at her from top to bottom for a long time.
What a little beauty.
Zhao Mingcheng was lying on the recliner and couldn't help but sigh, "Men in ancient times are still happy!"
Unexpectedly, he actually traveled through time and became the husband of Li Qingzhao, the most famous and talented woman in history.
He failed to pursue the murderer and traveled through time instead.
Zhao Mingcheng looked at the little maid next to him and couldn't help but sigh, the life of a noble master in ancient times was still happy. Zhao Mingcheng, who was famous in history because of his wife, was not even married yet, but he was so lucky to have such a beautiful little maid by his side.
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Qingluan was embarrassed to be stared at, so she turned her back, while Zhao Mingcheng still looked behind her.
Zhao Mingcheng has arrested countless people, and is currently analyzing Qingluan with a pair of 'fiery eyes and golden eyes'.