Zhang Jin stood up from his chair, walked to the balcony, and looked down. He lived in an old house, and there was a vegetable market next to the wall behind him. The bustling crowd and the loudspeakers that constantly circulated the plastic sale promotions in Mandarin were all his.

It was a familiar scene. After searching carefully for a while, he finally found the figure of an old woman among the vendors.

Sure enough, a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Jin's mouth.

Grandma Li is a resident on the first floor of his building. She only goes out to set up stalls on weekends every week, and today is Wednesday!

Fake, everything is fake!

Everything is an illusion created by the memories he has experienced, and he has never returned to the real world!

Since you haven't returned to the real world, prove that your skills can still be used.

Zhang Jin picked up a fruit knife and cut his finger, and drew the talisman of the Righteous Heart on a paper towel. The absorbent tissue did not let the blood spread, and the talisman was quickly completed. Put the Talisman of the Righteous Heart on his body.

At that moment, he saw the scene in front of him disappear instantly, leaving only darkness.

"This is……"

Zhang Jin's heart moved and he opened his eyes again. This time he found himself lying in the guest room of the Beijing Hotel.

After getting up from the ground, he quickly observed his surroundings. There was no sign of a fight. It was obvious that the attack on him was either a remote attack, or an acquaintance committed the crime. Why did the other party not kill him, but just put him into an illusion?

Zhang Jin, who was confused, planned to discuss it with someone first, so he went out and knocked on the door of Shirley Yang's room.

After a while, no one came to open the door.

Where did you go so early in the morning? Did you go to see Professor Chen and the others? Or did Shirley Yang also fall into the trap?

While Zhang Jin was thinking, he suddenly saw the waiter pushing a cleaning cart next to him, so he stopped her and said, "Hello, my friend lives in this room. Her name is Shirley Yang. She is Chinese-American. I suspect she is in there."

Something might have happened, so can you please help me open the door and go in to take a look?"

The waiter said: "Sir, we can't open the guest's room door for other people at will, but don't worry, Ms. Yang in this room is fine. I saw her going out before."

"Out? Do you know where she went?"

"I don't know about this. Oh, by the way, sir, this is the backpack that Miss Yang asked me to throw away. I think it's in good shape and not broken. It's a pity to lose it like this. Can you please persuade her to take it back?

?" The waiter enthusiastically took out a backpack.

Zhang Jin took a look at the backpack and suddenly felt that it looked very familiar. Isn't this his own backpack? It had obviously been delivered to Ma Dexing's home, so why did it appear in Shirley Yang's hands?

"Let me see, where are the things inside?!" Zhang Jin took the backpack but found it was empty.

"When I got it, there was nothing in it!" The waiter was also a little confused.

Shirley Yang, a backpack, a funerary object from the ancient city, was tricked by herself...

"Oops!" Zhang Jin returned the backpack to the waiter and rushed to the lobby downstairs like flying.

"Sir! Sir! What should I do with this backpack..." The waiter shook his head helplessly, "I really don't understand what rich people think, how can they just throw away such a good backpack?"

Zhang Jin got into a taxi in front of the hotel and asked the driver to rush to Xiejing'er Hutong, where he wanted to find Hu Bayi and the others.

Judging from the current clues, Shirley Yang is most likely possessed or lost her bag. She probably went out early in the morning to find Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan. It is very likely that she had the same purpose as she went to find Ma Dexing.

For the funeral objects of the exquisite queen.

He remembered that when they parted ways at the train station, he gave the fat man a few gold coins.

An hour later, Zhang Jin arrived at the courtyard where Wang Kaixuan rented, but heard from the neighborhood committee aunt that Fatty and the others had gone out early in the morning, as if they were going to Panjiayuan.

Panjiayuan? That must be where Big Jinya is. Fatty probably wants Dajinya to give an estimate of the four Jingjue gold coins.

Although I don’t know where Da Jinya lives, you can find out if you go to Panjiayuan and ask around.

Zhang Jin immediately rushed to Panjiayuan without stopping, praying that these three men would not fall into the hands of Shirley Yang.

Da Jinya lived in a small courtyard not far from Panjiayuan. The house facing the street was converted into an antique shop, which was quite famous in Panjiayuan.

At this time, three people were sitting on the sofa in the room.

Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan looked at Big Jinya eagerly, while Big Jinya looked over and over at the few gold coins in his hand.

"How's it going? Mr. Jin, can you tell me exactly how much this gold coin is worth?" Wang Kaixuan asked impatiently.

Da Jinya glanced at the fat man and said, "Fat Master, do you think these gold coins were brought back from Jingjue Ancient City?"

"That's right, we worked so hard to bring him out. You don't know that we were almost killed by that female Zongzi!"

"The gold coins of the Han Dynasty can't be worth this much." Big Jinya held out three fingers.

"Thirty thousand?" Wang Kaixuan's eyes widened.

"Three hundred thousand!" Big Gold Tooth said, "One piece."

Plop!

Wang Kaixuan immediately fell from the sofa to the ground. He didn't feel any pain at all, and his eyes were full of golden light: "Old Hu, did you hear, three hundred thousand yuan, we have four here, then

That’s 1.2 million! Oh! Can I eat hotpot mutton for the rest of my life?”

"Fat man, get up quickly." Hu Bayi said, "Look at your unseen virtue!"

Da Jinya changed the subject: "But Fat Master, don't be too happy. If you want to sell three hundred thousand, you must prove that these gold coins are really exquisite cultural objects from the Han Dynasty. But the world has so many

There are only a handful of experts in this field, so you have to think carefully.”

"What do you mean?" Wang Kaixuan asked.

"It means that this thing is easily exposed, and if it is exposed, we will all be finished!" Hu Bayi said.

Wang Kaixuan became a little anxious when he heard this: "Then we can't sell it with this thing?"

Da Jinya said: "It can still be sold, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door.

Big Gold Tooth quickly stopped talking and signaled the fat man to put away the gold coins, while he stood up and opened the door.

"Hello, are Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan here?"

"I'm looking for you." Da Jinya turned to look at the two people on the sofa.

"Miss Yang? Why are you here?" Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan were both stunned.

"Can I come in?" Shirley Yang looked at the big golden tooth.

Da Jinya quickly invited her in: "What kind of tea does Miss Yang drink?"

"No thanks."

"What does Miss Yang want from us?" Hu Bayi stood up and faced her, waving his hand to signal the fat man to quickly put the gold coins away.

Shirley Yang said: "It's no big deal, I just came to ask if you can return the things from Jingjue Ancient City?"

As soon as these words came out, Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan were shocked!
Chapter completed!