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Fan Cunlong had been hit in the back a few times, fortunately not hitting any fatal points.

The doctor said that he was lucky to have a bullet that was less than three centimeters away from his heart. If he were to move a little more, his life might not be able to hold on.

"You're awake?" I looked at Fan Cunlong who was moving on the sickbed, he nodded, his face still didn't look too good, and his voice sounded very weak: "Zheng, where is Dream of Nan Ke?"

"There are some small problems, but it's fine. Rest in peace, I will take care of these matters."

In the end, the item was stolen. At that time, all of the security guards in the control room were unconscious, probably because they were poisoned by the smoke or some other drug that could make people unconscious.

"There were a lot of experts in that group. I was entangled by someone at that time." They cut off the power supply, and the warning equipment was all paralyzed. Zheng, can you still get the thing back? "

"I can, I can definitely find it." I nodded with certainty, and instructed Fan Cunlong to let him rest in peace. This was because Fan Cunlong's body was strong, otherwise, if it was a normal person, they would not even be able to wake up right now.

There were still a few policemen waiting outside the ward. They wanted to find Fan Cunlong to understand the situation at that time, but I stopped them.

When I left the ward, a young policeman stood up and asked, "Mr. Zheng, is the wounded awake?" His attitude was quite polite.

Although my mood wasn't very good, I still shook my head and said, "He's awake. But, don't go in and disturb him. He doesn't know much either."

"But we have to find out something from him." The young policeman was meticulous. I think that this should be a good cop, but if they were to let them in, other than disturbing Fan Cunlong's rest, they wouldn't have any other uses.

The power was cut off, and the house was dark. Fan Cunlong was also entangled by people and shot dead, it was hard to imagine that such a major calamity would occur in the peaceful Chang'an City, and this should be the first time, so when these policemen dealt with it, they were kind of like headless flies. It was possible that they wished they could ask everyone present at the same time.

"Forget it, my brother's injuries are too severe. Let him rest in peace first."

"But …" The young policeman wanted to say something, but an older policeman beside him pulled him. Since Mr. Fan Cunlong is heavily injured, we will not disturb you for now. If you have any findings, Mr. Zheng, please provide them to our police as soon as possible. We will definitely do our best to investigate this case. "

"Alright, thank you for your concern." I'm in no mood to deal with these cops. I've already made three trips to the police station since yesterday.

Because of this, I specially called Chen Qingzhi to ask him to help me think of a way. He agreed to it immediately, and I could be considered to be much more tranquil and quiet, but today, they came to look for Fan Cunlong.

This time, I fell head over heels and had a belly full of fire. I had prepared well in advance, but I didn't expect to meet with such an accident.

After buying a newspaper at a newsstand yesterday, things were pushed to the peak. The reports about Mrs. Zheng and Dream of the South took up almost every front page of the media.

"I still can't believe it was real. It was like a dream. It was like crossing time and space and merging into a vast movie. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would have thought I was watching a Hollywood blockbuster. That is a magical treasure. At the very least, until now, I have never seen anything more magical than that.

Some of the newspapers were not stingy with words of praise for the dream. They had experienced it personally, and I believe it would be a memory they would never be able to forget.

"What happened? I still can't believe, such a treasure can only disappear in a flash? "I don't agree, and I believe there are countless, many people like me. We definitely don't agree with such a thing happening, and we strongly urge the authorities to intensify their investigation into this case!"

The West Beijing Daily newspaper gave an extremely long account of the incident, using the way the reporters at the meeting had told him about it. It also said that Nan Ke's dream was a scorching sun even brighter than the sun in the clock tower.

"Although I was injured when I went to the exhibition, I did not complain at all! I saw something that I could never imagine in my life, but after such a beautiful thing happened, it made me feel heartbroken! Right now, I only hope that we can find it quickly. Such a treasure of a nation cannot be lost, otherwise, it will be a crime against history! "

A Old Professor wrote these words in his column, and many people started to speak out from all directions.

I looked down at them one by one. In a sense, the effect I wanted to achieve the most was already there. In fact, Zheng's reputation was rising even faster than I had expected. Currently, almost all the media were discussing this matter.

But I know that the so-called reputation built up like this is just a castle in the air. Without the illusion of emptiness, perhaps a week later, people would forget about Mrs. Zheng. After all, this kind of thing didn't have much to do with them. Any news would have time and heat, not to mention the fame was not good for the Zheng family.

"Painful thinking!" Should we reflect on whether such a national treasure should be left in private custody? Forget about professional maintenance, just taking this incident as an example, they had always been lacking in terms of safety. "I believe that the country should improve its corresponding laws and regulations. Such a national treasure should be placed in the custody of the country. In terms of security, what could be safer than the power of the country?"

The vice principal of the Palace Museum had said a lot of righteous words on the capital city's hotspot. I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at him. As a person aged, his skin would thicken as well.

I kept going, and when I got to the evening paper, my hand stopped.

"Is that really illusory? With just that one glance, who would dare say that it was just an illusion? Yes, at that time, some unimaginable things did happen, but it was not an illusory and hollow display. What a dream, it was the greatest joke in the world. Mr. Lu Xun once said that he was never afraid to use the worst malice to guess others. I was even thinking whether this robbery was actually a self-directed act of the so-called Zheng family! They created some fake things to confuse people's hearing and hearing. They used this kind of improper method to make their own reputation known, and in the end, they were afraid of others seeing through it, so they created this kind of thing to make that Dream of Grandeur disappear from people's eyes. From then on, they have no proof, and no one can blame them for anything … "

"Yang City again!" Seeing this, I frowned and closed the newspaper. Could it be that he was destined to attack Yang City? Otherwise, I wouldn't have provoked that group of people. Why would they be so hostile and aggressive from the start?

How strange! In recent days, there have always been some inexplicable things surrounding me. Sometimes, I think, just like a piece of fog surrounding me, obscuring my eyes, making me unable to find the right way out.

After returning to the Purple Tong Courtyard, Wu Huai sat on the sofa with a frown. Seeing me return, he got up and asked me about Fan Cunlong's condition, only then did he heave a sigh of relief when I told him that it was basically fine.

In the dark battle, Wu Huai also suffered some flesh wounds. A wooden stick flew across his head and grazed his scalp. He only bandaged himself up a little before hurriedly taking care of the aftermath.

"Boss, I'm sorry." Wu Huai felt somewhat guilty. I shook my head and said, "Old Wu, this matter has nothing to do with you. No matter who you are, they will never be able to do better than you."

Wu Huai sighed. He sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Now is not the time to blame ourselves. The situation is very unfavorable for us, so we must eliminate the effects of this matter as soon as possible. Furthermore, this incident has taught us a lesson. It's not too late to make amends! "

When he thought back to that grand event, he suddenly realized that the security measures that he had thought he had done was perfect. It turned out that there was a huge loophole from the very beginning.

The buffer zone was too short. They only needed to dig a hole in the wall or dig a tunnel out of the ground, and they would be able to easily sneak into the venue.

What happened afterwards was indeed the case. In an inconspicuous corner, there was a concealed tunnel. It was almost half the height of a man and had a length of ten meters. It connected to a drainage well at the back.

"I already have some ideas, but what about Ranko's Dream?" This could be a knot that couldn't be untied in Wu Huai's heart. He was infatuated with antiques and could even disregard his home for this reason. After looking around for most of his life, it was as if he had discovered a new continent when he saw an empty land. That object had, in a short period of time, carried a lot of his blood, sweat, and tears.

If I like the vicissitudes and heaviness of history on every object, then Wu Huai really likes the object itself. It was an emotion that was difficult for an outsider to understand. I could vaguely understand it, but I didn't dare say that I completely understood what he was thinking.

"You have a way, how can I not have one? "Don't worry, just take care of Madam Zheng. I'll handle the matter of dreams."

I narrowed my eyes. Was it really that easy to take away the Adhesive Red Object from my hands? Once stained with red, it would become a hot potato. Sometimes, even if they gave it away for free, as long as they had the slightest bit of knowledge, they might not dare to take it.