Chapter 277: Start

Chapter 267 begins
"Is there still no news for Anna?"
"Sorry, boss. We finally found this thing... on the road to Fifth Avenue." The man took out a broken brooch.
In the building, Ye Feimu is looking at his own hands - he has a good demeanor, especially when accompanying the politicians to eat, but also to maintain the style to a textbook level, but in his own place, He felt that there was absolutely no need to continue to keep this kind of thing.
So he snorted directly, pouring the wine that had not been finished in the cup directly on his face, and snorted: "Hey! Waste!"
The man wiped his face and couldn't see the angry expression. This slowly said: "Boss, the guy who claimed to be Dekabi's Yuri last night. So many guests are hearing, you said that we should Contact the family and ask them what happened?"
Efim continued to scream: "Contact them? This auction was opened in the name of F&C. You asked me to contact them. Is it equal to telling people, I am the one who steals pictures?"
"Boss, I mean, we can continue to contact Decaby in the name of 'freedom and clowns'."
"Stupid! Who is this Decaby family? Do you think they will pay attention to a little thief?" Ye Feim walked angrily in front of the sofa.
Suddenly, the elevator behind it opened and a man came in: "The boss, there is a letter for you, but it does not have a name."
"Who sent it?" Ye Feimu frowned.
"It's just a child, you should know nothing." The man quickly said: "But also said: You will need something inside... We checked, there is no dangerous thing inside."
Efim squinted and did not take the envelope, but said indifferently: "You open it and see what is inside."
The man had to open the envelope of the lacquer directly.
"This is...invitation." He glanced, and then he looked up and watched Ye Feim slowly: "I invited you to the auction."
Ye Feim was shocked. He grabbed the invitation directly from his hand and took a quick look. He then kept his brow.
He couldn't help but recall the scene he saw last night through the lens hidden in Anna's brooch - it was too vague, he couldn't see it, but he could hear the guy who claimed to be Yuri. Every word spoken speaks.
He will auction the real "nameless girl."
Yefim didn't want to know how the other person had the painting. What he thought was that the guy had already announced the auction in front of all the guests. It seems that there is no need to send an invitation.
And, this is the invitation sent to here!
"You go out first." Ye Feim said quietly.
After the two hands left, he could not help but embark on the spiral ladder and came to the upper level of the room. He pressed a button and one of the bookcases placed here opened automatically - there was a door hidden inside.
Ye Feim entered the door only after entering the password - here is his collection room.
When he saw the real "nameless girl" who was still placed here, he was slightly relieved. However, the invitation letter he has on hand...
He had to think in the worst direction: Did the people of Decaby know something?
"Yuri... Yuri?" Ye Feim muttered to himself.
He couldn't treat a stray tramp and the heir to the mad family as the same person. The name may be just a coincidence.
Anna said that when she was on the platform to solve Yuri, she found that what he called evidence was only a lie used for fraud...
"Don't Anna lie to me, Yuri is not dead at all..."
Yefim frowned.
He suddenly grabbed the phone, dialed one of the numbers, and put on a smile: "Black, old man, how have you been recently?"
"Oh, is Yefim? Not so good, I am recently bored. You know, the politician and black/gang collusion scandal that broke out in VK last week, bombing me almost every day! Recently Famous paintings are stolen..."
The voice on the other side of the phone is even lighter: "Our president also spoke up... Old man, can't find the prisoners of these two cases, even if I don't even get the one that I will be the back pot, Retire early!"
Efim sighed: "Yes, it’s a scandal, it’s a stolen painting, and it’s a subway station. I’m really sorry for you.

"Wait, old man, what do you say? What subway station is shooting? Why haven't I heard this? When did it happen? Where?"
Ye Feim glimpsed.
But he quickly said haha, he was actually wrong.
"Yuri really didn't die... Anna is lying to me!"
But he also squinted and calculated what was secretly.
......
......
The day of the second auction.
Said to be an auction, this auction is even more informal - in this private place.
It can even be said that people's sites.
The auctions held in such places... there is no safety component at all, and it can even be said that the owner of this house, the heir of the Decabig family, has no sincerity.
But when a big man held the test-taking mentality and brought people to come, he accidentally saw the guys who had gathered a lot here.
It was the recipe for the masquerade that night... but the taste was completely different.
Only killing almost all of today's guests did not bring the son-in-law, but the people who bring protection are more, and most of them are murderous guys.
Although it is also obscured, but people who are familiar with each other, probably still can guess who the other person is?
The collectors stood by the manor door one by one - soon after, the iron gate of the manor opened and the steward of the manor came out gracefully.
He glanced at his pocket watch and smiled slightly: "I haven't arrived yet, but I am very glad that everyone can be punctual. Although there are not so many people in that night... everyone, please come in with me, Mr. Yuri has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Wait a minute! I want to go in with my people." The man who was already thin was sullen.
Edgar smiled slightly: "Of course, Mr. Yuri is very democratic. I definitely don't want to be embarrassed. You can please, but I hope that you can restrain your men. If something happens in the middle of it, It is not within our compensation."
Edgar looked at the big men and led his men, drove into the manor, like a statue.
Until the last car entered the manor, he was still waiting - because time was not over. Obeying the rules of time is also one of the things that the old man is observing.
The last ten minutes.
A delicate carriage slowly brought in the entrance to the manor.
That's right, it's a carriage.
The man with the clown mask first got out of the car, then reached out to the female partner in the coach box with relatives, and the two slowly came to Edgar.
"I am late? Sorry, the instinct is going to rent a car, but when I see the carriage occasionally, I can't help but rent it."
(End of this chapter)