Chapter 590

It's about 40 minutes' drive from the airport to the city. Just a few kilometers after Lin Han drove himself, Li Nanfang, who was sitting in the back, suddenly slapped on the door and yelled, "stop, stop."

Creak, Lin Han directly stepped on the brake, turned back and asked: "what's the matter?"

"I want to get out of the car."

Li Nanfang said to the bald head who sneered back at him: "I don't like being always looked back at fiercely. If you can make your running dog stop looking back, I will promise you to send me to the city."

"Boy, you're so crazy that you can't find your way to death?"

From the moment Li Nanfang got on the bus, he was balding. Now he couldn't help it. He suddenly knelt down from his seat and raised his hand to catch him.

"Stop it, Qiangzi

Lin Han gave a sharp drink.

As if he could not hear it, Qiangzi continued to reach for Li Nanfang, who was hiding by the door of the car.

"Do you want to work in Chengda group?"

Lin Han raised his hand, pushed Qiangzi on the seat, and scolded: "can you grow your brain? You'll watch tonight - hum, I'll teach you a lesson later."

After listening to Lin Han's words, the gnashing of his teeth immediately shriveled like a deflated ball.

He had the courage not to listen to his cousin, but he trembled at the thought of Mr. Li.

After stopping Qiangzi from going crazy, Lin Hancai said coldly to Li Nanfang, "go away."

If it's not for the sake of family heirloom, I'll have to knock your teeth out with your rolling words - Li Nanfang turned his mouth, pushed the door and jumped out of the car.

As soon as he closed the door, Linhan started the car and roared away.

President Li only asked Li Nanfang to be released on bail, but he didn't say that he had to be taken back to the city. Just now, he was wondering if he would be left in the middle of the road. He couldn't stand the idea that Qiangzi would take the initiative to get off the bus. This was exactly what Lin Han meant. He let him go.

At this time, it was more than two o'clock in the morning, and the roads under the orange street lights were particularly empty, but occasionally there were cars passing by, most of them were Van trucks and so on, which were used to rush to transport things to the city or send them out before dawn.

A hotel is open 24 hours a day. You can see from a long distance that there is no hair in front of the hall, and the security guard is looking for a place to steal.

As for the barbecue stand in front of the hotel parking lot, it has been removed for a long time, and the sanitation has been cleaned up.

Looking back, Li Nanfang felt like a ghost.

The wind came, the leaves of the French Wutong on the roadside shook, and the mottled lights spread on Li Nanfang's face, which was very strange and gloomy.

He wants to swear.

Jumping curse!

His family heirloom hidden in the lamppost disappeared.

Is there any guy who has nothing to do and is full of food, who will pay attention to the hidden things in the street lamp pole?

For the sake of this heirloom, Li Nanfang struggled to get rid of the stalkers on his way back. He did not hesitate to find a chance to cooperate with the police and was brought back to the police station, sacrificing his little brother to peek at the fake little police flower——

Pay such a big price, in the end it is nothing.

Who is not angry?

But no matter how angry you are, what can you do?

The street lamp pole can't speak. It can't tell Li Nanfang who took his heirloom. Only when he kicked him hard, he made two buzzing noises to protest against the unfair treatment.

It's not a bunch of customers, stall owners, or passers-by.

Li Nanfang is sure of this.

If one of them really took his heirloom, the fake little police flower would have known for a long time.

After Li Nanfang was taken away, people in plain clothes will definitely stay. He will continue to monitor the scene, and will not withdraw until news comes from the police station.

The person who takes away the Heirloom is extremely powerful, otherwise he must not take things under the monitoring of the secret line.

"Who is it?"

Li Nanfang looked up at the light and murmured.

Of course, the light doesn't speak, it just sprinkles the light on the antique scroll.

Jing Hongming slowly opened the scroll and put it on the table.

On the other side of the case is Xie Qingshang.

After seeing the woman on the scroll, Lao Xie's eyes obviously jumped a few times, threw half of the cigarette on the ground and ground it out with his feet.

Jing Hongming's living room is not big, but her wife cleans it up. If it's not for Xie Qingshang's personal visit, even if the first deputy bureau of the supreme security bureau comes to visit, they have to put on slippers. Don't say they are throwing cigarette butts. Even if they are excited and spitting, they will be disgusted by Jing Hongfu.

Mrs. Jinghong has an unusual habit of cleanliness, which many people think.

But if you let them see Xie Qingshang, who is wearing a pair of cloth shoes with clay soles, not only doesn't change her slippers, but also throws cigarette butts around. After Xiumei doesn't wrinkle at all, they will know that she doesn't have the habit of cleanliness.

To be able to be such an unscrupulous person in Jinghong's home, it's just a few people who are hurt by Xie Qing.

As for the younger generation of Lao Xie and others, if they dare to learn from them, it's just itching.

"Do you have a magnifying glass?"

Xie Qingshang put his hands on the table and asked without looking back.

Mrs. Jing Hong immediately put down her tea cup, walked quickly to the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a magnifying glass.

"The magnifying glass is not very useful. Just by the naked eye, you can see these patterns on the censer. It's very strange. What information may be hidden. "

When Xie Qing was lying on the scroll, her chin almost touched and looked at it several times, but she didn't see anything else, Jing Hongming shook her head and said.

Xie Qingshang didn't speak. He still handed the magnifying glass back, just as he knew that Mrs. Jing Hong would catch it.

How much weight can a pair of scroll, only about 10 cm wide and about half a meter long, have?

But when Xie Qingshang took it up, the raised veins on the back of his hand were clear under the light.

He holds the scroll with both hands flat, facing the light, slowly tilting left and right.

Using light to see the secret that may be hidden in the portrait is really nothing for Xie Qingshang and his wife.

Jing Hongming narrowed her eyes slightly, held her breath and stared at the portrait.

The ancient maid in the portrait, without any change, is still carrying a hoe, like Lin Daiyu.

Five minutes later, Xie Qingshang puts down the scroll and looks at Jing Hongming. They shake their heads together.

There is no secret in the scroll, except that it is old enough and the pattern on the censer is very strange.

To put it simply, this is an ancient painting that costs about half a million dollars.

But if it is only an ancient painting, how can Li Nanfang rack his brains to hide it?

As the saying goes, a son is better than a father——

Xie Qingshang is not Li NanFang's father, but he is barely half a father. It is clear that if this guy does not see some great value from the scroll, he would never disdain to fight with the Americans and mi13 for $500000.

Long ago, I called Jing Hongming and took this scroll as a trading product of "atonement for meritorious deeds" and offered treasure on my own initiative.

What's more, if it's just ancient paintings, why do people from mi13 pay so much for them?

Why do Americans, like their wives who have been stolen, go out on a large scale to pursue them?

Jing Hongming didn't know why, but it was mainly about his duty.

But he would never go to mi13 to ask what happened. He still obeys the rules. Since the case over there, he would not meddle in it. If Li Nanfang is not involved in this matter, there is really nothing worthy of being a thief.

At the beginning, they wanted to contact Li Nanfang and ask him to confess the secret in this scroll.

After thinking about it, I couldn't do it.

If Li Nanfang knew that they had taken something, no matter how upset he was, he would not dare to ask for it. This is for sure.

It's also certain that Li Nanfang won't be worried any more when he learns that things have been moved by them.

According to the intelligence quotient of those people in mi13, they can immediately infer that they have taken things away. They will give up the thorough investigation of Li Nanfang and come to the door to hold Jing Hongming's hand and say well, why do you want to intervene in this case.

So, Lao Xie and Lao Xie won't let anyone know that they took the scroll.

"What to do?"

After Jing Hongming rolled up the scroll and put it in a box, Lao Xie asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Jing Hongming

"I'll take back 800."

"Good."

"Start now."

"Good."

Jing Hongming didn't say much. After nodding, she immediately picked up the microphone and began to arrange the car.

Woo!

When the wheel passed through a small pool of water, it splashed with high water. Old song, who was driving a box of goods to deliver vegetables to a hospital canteen, blew a tune and looked at the rear-view mirror outside the window of the car.

When the splashing water fell, old song was about to move his eyes back, but his heart suddenly trembled.

He saw a foot.

One foot drooped down from the top of the box and swayed with the inertia of the car.

"Lying trough, how can I have a foot in my car?"

Suddenly, the frightened old song roared in his heart, raised his foot and stamped on the brake.

After the sudden emergency braking of the container cargo with speed of more than 80 per hour, the suddenly stopped tire rubs against the ground and makes a sharp screech.

"Your sister, you can't talk to me before you brake?"

Lying flat on the top of the van, Li Nanfang had just fallen asleep. When he suddenly realized that he was flying lightly, he immediately realized what was going on. He quickly reached out to grab the car. The inertia generated when the car stopped suddenly made him fly forward like a kite out of control.

Wiping the mirror on the left side of the box, he fell to the ground with a click, rolled over several times and did not move.

Anyone who sees a person like a kite, drawing a beautiful arc in mid air - slapping on the ground, two rolling will no longer move, will be scared to death.

This is really a disaster.

In his whole life, Lao song was kind-hearted and never bullied the old disabled. Most of all, he kept a lazy female college student out of the house without telling the Yellow faced woman at home. How could he get into such a disaster?

There's no need to get out of the car to see it. Lao song also knows that the man below has died.

I fell down at such a fast speed. It's just a shame not to hang up.

Escape?

No one saw it anyway.

I remember, there didn't seem to be any monitoring heads here.

The old song swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, and his eyes turned around in a murmur.

But if you run away, if the goods on the ground can be saved, won't it kill him?

A few hundred meters further ahead, Jinghua hospital. With the relationship between Lao song and director Liu of logistics, he quickly arranged for doctors to rescue the goods, but there was no problem.

Run or not?

Or you'd better run away. Anyway, as soon as old song thought of it, he suddenly rolled under his tire.