Chapter 1969: Are you so good at cutting things like this? !

More than two o'clock in the evening, Gunma County, Bancang Zhuo's villa.
On the floor of the bedroom, accompanied by a bang, the dark door on the floor was opened, and a staircase leading to the ground appeared in front of Futian Mingzhi and the three sisters of the next life.
The stairs leading to the ground are wooden, and there is a little bit of dust on it. It has obviously not been opened for some time.
Looking at the dark underground space, Fukuda Akira helped me to "snap" and then said: "Is this the basement of this villa? This entrance is only covered with a carpet, it is too simple to my basement, both It is controlled by the computer system. If you enter the wrong password, you will directly lock it..."
"..."
Mmp! Is it interesting to have such a blunt force?
The three sisters of the next life spit in the heart, and then came to the oysters and smiled and transferred the topic: "So what... in our advanced basement, find those paintings!"
As soon as he came to life, he walked on the stairs and walked down the stairs. Others followed closely.
Soon, everyone went down the stairs, tears along the wall, found the lights in the basement, pressed gently, and then the lights turned on, illuminating the entire basement.
Bancang Zhuo apparently used this basement as a storage room, and there were many things in it, not only waste newspapers, magazines, unused furniture, but also some cabinets, boxes and the like.
The three sisters of the next life looked at the situation in the basement. Then they looked at a relatively clean corner, their eyes were slightly bright, and then they quickly walked over and looked at the rectangular frames wrapped in kraft paper and piled there. , slightly frowned and frowned:
"Look at the shape of these things... it should be the paintings of the board warehouse collection!"
"Yeah! But this guy actually only wrapped these paintings in kraft paper, so it’s so awful to pile up in the corner of the basement!"
"Right right! His villa is not too small, the wall is empty, can't he hang the painting on the wall? It seems more tasteful, are you right?"
"Yes! That's right!"
"..."
The three sisters of the next life felt that their father's works and collections were among the best in the world. Now they find that these paintings are actually treated like this "unfair", and all of them are indignantly vocal about the board.
Fukuda Mingzhi looked at the scene and waved at the two men next to him. The two men immediately walked to the kraft paper and began to dismantle the kraft paper.
The three sisters of the next life saw the situation, for fear that these violent guys would accidentally hurt the paintings and quickly went to help.
Not long after, the paintings wrapped in kraft paper were also dismantled, and then the three sisters looked at three of the paintings and looked excited:
"Scorpio! This is "The Watchman of the Mountain"! Isn't this painting collected by the British royal family? How come here?"
"This is actually the "cloud of the bow"! This painting is not because it will bring disaster to the collectors, so was it burned in public by a French collector three years ago?"
"There is also this "Wilderness"... We used to go to Hokkaido to steal it once. As a result, the collector’s hand was actually a fake. I didn’t expect the original is actually here..."
"These three paintings are all very good. In the hands of any collector, they will be cherished. Now they are actually thrown into the basement... It is too good for Bancang Zhuo!"
"Yes! That's right! It's awful!"
"..."
The three sisters surrounded the three paintings and said nothing. After listening to Futian Mingzhi for a while, they couldn’t help but say: "Is these the artworks that Yunwen adults are looking for? Well, it looks really good... ...just wondering, if Yunwen adults want art, just say it, and do you want to come here to find it?"
"Oh... this..." Listening to Futian Mingzhi’s words, the three sisters gave a slight glimpse, and then came to the mouth of life and said, "...this is probably because my father’s paintings are different from others!"
"Ah? Not the same? How is it different?"
Fukuda Akira's help some people don't understand the meaning of coming to love, and the love of life continues to say: "...I can't tell you clearly, but Yunwen adults have seen some of my father's paintings before, and then one of them called "playing" The snake on the painting of the Snake Man is inexplicably gone..."
"What? The things on the painting are gone?"
Can it be said that these paintings contain the treasures of the world of Yunwen adults?
Fukuda's help suddenly guessed a seven-eight-eight-eighth, his expression changed slightly, then glanced at the messy basement and said: "This Bancang Zhuo, actually treating such a precious painting like this, is really awful... In other words, in my opinion, this place is so big, it is not necessarily only a few works, we still have a good look..."
Fukuda’s helpless words, the three sisters of the next life,
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, and turned to look at Futian Mingzhi’s help.
In other words, what does this guy want to do?
The three sisters of the next life are strange, and I saw that Futian Mingzhi’s big hand waved:
"...you guys, move me out of these things, and then find out and see if there are any other artworks!"
"Okay, Mr. Fukuda!"
Listening to Futian Mingzhi’s words, the big men who lived in the Sumiyoshi meeting brushed their heads, and the three sisters came to the mouth and twitched, and the brain was black.
Mommy! Move everything out here... Isn't this a move for a moving company?
As the largest polar organization in Japan, you actually do these jobs... Is this a good cut? !
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More than two and a half in the evening, Gunma County.
In front of a fork in the vicinity of the Cang Cang Villa, accompanied by a bang, a red car stopped, and the door of the driver's seat opened, and a beautiful woman walked away from the car. Down
It was the phone that received the gin, and came to see the situation of Curaçao!
Curacao wore a set of easy-to-action tights, a pair of pupils with different pupils swept back and forth, and fell to the four indentations of the wheels that had been covered by the snow. First, they sneaked a little and then reached out to indent them. The snow on the top of the car was pulled open, looking at the clear tire pattern under the snow, and the brow slightly picked up:
"This is the trace of ... tires! Now it seems that gin, he said that someone once tried to open e-mail in the villa of Cang Cangzhuo..."
"...is really true..."