Xixia dead book

Chapter 38: Legend of the Undead in the Book of the Dead (38)
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Makarov glared at Han Jiang and said angrily, "Where did Yelena go? Didn't you see it? She disappeared, and she was probably caught by those men in black."

"Stop pretending! Has Yelena been caught by the man in black? She is your ace agent! We all escaped the chase, she is so good, how could she be caught? Let's see your performance again. , Yelena is missing, you are not in a hurry; I want to go up to find her, but you stop me. Hmph, doesn't that explain the problem?"

"Han Jiang, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? It's very simple. I suspect that Yelena left us on purpose! Where did she go? She went to command your people, and she went to inform your people! The group of foreign men in black in the Namo Grand Canyon, They are your people at all! I was blind and actually believed your nonsense. If you think about it carefully, you should understand that such powerful and professional men in black are ordinary criminal groups? No! Absolutely not, they are Your people are all well-trained agents."

After hearing Han Jiang's words, Makarov was furious, grabbed Han Jiang's chest, and shouted: "You are slander! Shameless slander! I don't know who those men in black are, but I can I swear, Yelena and I are the only two people coming to China this time. I am also worried about Yelena. Although Yelena is not my own daughter, she is closer than my own daughter now. I will not allow you to slander her! If you insist on If you want to testify against us like this, then, please show us evidence!"

"I think what Lao Ma is telling the truth. There have been so many hardships and trials along the way, and we have all gone through life and death together. I believe that Lao Ma is not that kind of person." Tang Feng began to waver.

Han Jiang ignored Tang Feng, and he and Makarov kept looking at each other.After the back and forth confrontation between the two, although their hearts have already softened, neither of them is willing to give in first.The whistling wind blew past my ears, and the time passed by every minute. Finally, Han Jiang softened first: "You stubborn old man. Well, I will trust you once more!"

Han Jiang let go of Makarov, Makarov also let go of Han Jiang, Han Jiang rubbed his chest, and said, "Another question?"

"Speak out how many questions you have, as long as I know and can tell you, I will tell you."

"Don't you KGB have no one to send? Why did you two, a woman, and a retired old man like you?"

Hearing Han Jiang's question, Makarov was stunned, and stared straight at Tang Feng and Han Jiang in front of him. Gradually, Makarov's eye sockets became moist.Both Tang Feng and Han Jiang were very surprised, what happened?I only heard Makarov choked up intermittently: "This is going to start from the beginning. I have retired a long time ago, and I was supposed to spend my days at home, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that my only son... unexpectedly because of this incident. Jade Chaping was killed. The murderer has not been caught so far, and my son has suffered an injustice. I cannot tolerate the damage to my son's reputation. Therefore, I vow to find the lost Jade Chaping in the Winter Palace. Restore my son's innocence, and catch the murderer who killed my son..." At this point, a door appeared in front of Makarov's eyes, and everything started after he opened this door.

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Makarov rummaged through his body anxiously, and tremblingly took out a key from his pocket. He tried to align it with the keyhole, but couldn't.Makarov's hands trembled even more, and he tried to keep himself calm.He regained his composure, and aimed his hands at the keyhole again. The key finally entered the keyhole, and with a "click", the door in front of him opened.

Makarov walked cautiously into the dark space behind the door, it was pitch black, he reached out his hand to touch the switch by the door, but the light didn't turn on, Makarov felt more and more bad in his heart. "Could it be a power outage?" Makarov was suspicious, and took out the flashlight on his body, and a beam of strong light hit the wall. Where is this?a corridor?Makarov suddenly felt as if he had passed away.He groped and came to another door, pushed it open, and inside was another dark room.He saw the scarlet sofa in the room, the color made Makarov feel sick in his chest, and he hurriedly exited the room.The corridor, the long corridor, was another closed door. Makarov stretched out his hand and pushed hard on the door. The door was unlocked, and it opened with a light push. The beam of light from the flashlight swept across the room. Every corner, a bed, bedside tables, cabinets... The bed was a little messy, Makarov's heart suddenly tightened, and he slowly, slowly, stepped out of the room.It was still this corridor, another dark room, followed by another endless corridor...

Finally, Makarov came to the end of the corridor, and in front of him was a half-hidden door. His old right hand trembled violently, as if he knew what he would see next.Makarov stretched out his hand, but just as his hand touched the door in front of him, the door opened by itself.Immediately, he smelled a familiar smell of blood, which he had smelled countless times in his career.He tremblingly shone with the flashlight, and in front of him was a scene he would never forget—a man lying naked in a bathtub, half of the water in the bathtub was completely stained red with blood, and the blood on the man's throat , it completely turned into viscous and disgusting blood plasma.

"Victor, Victor, my son..." Makarov murmured to himself, slumped on the sofa in the living room alone and heartbroken.The world around him seemed to have stopped. The police came in and out, took pictures, collected evidence, and even his son's body was carried away, all of which did not attract his attention.In the same summer, 30 years ago, he held his son in his arms, rafting and playing on the beautiful Neva River, and his son liked to eat the strawberry ice cream sold at the cold drink shop on Nevsky Prospekt...

"Are you Ivan Petrovich? The father of the victim, Viktor Ivanovich Makarov?" A loud voice interrupted Makarov's memory.He raised his head, stared blankly at the burly man in front of him, and nodded.

"I am now in charge of this case. I am Major Valentin Sergeilovich Ivanov of the Federal Security Service." The visitor introduced himself and showed Makarov his ID.

When Makarov heard that the person in front of him was an agent of the Federal Security Service, he immediately became alert. He knew that the predecessor of the Federal Security Service was the famous KGB.Why did the death of his son attract the attention of the FSB agents?He looked around, and the policemen who were still taking pictures and collecting evidence just now had disappeared. In the empty room, only he and the agent named Ivanov in front of him were left at this moment.

"Major, you have been alarmed! Isn't this an ordinary criminal case?" Makarov tried his best to keep calm in front of Ivanov, putting on an old-timer appearance.

Ivanov moved a chair and sat opposite Makarov. He stared at Makarov for a long time, with a smile on his face, and said, "First of all, I am very sorry for the murder of your son... "Ivanov said this, hesitant to speak, pondered for a while, and then said to Makarov, "Let me just say it, the reason why we are investigating this case is because we think Your son's death is involved in a major case of theft and smuggling of cultural relics. You know, our Federal Security Service is not only engaged in intelligence, all major cases are related to us."

"A major theft and smuggling of cultural relics? My son is just a businessman who runs a decoration company. What does it have to do with cultural relics?" Makarov knew the tradition of the KGB, and he liked to take care of everything. He wished he could get involved in any case.

"Yes, our intelligence is not wrong. The Winter Palace lost a very important cultural relic, and your son's company recently participated in a renovation project of the Winter Palace. Therefore, we suspect..."

"Winter Palace?" Makarov quickly remembered that his son had excitedly mentioned this to him a few months ago.The Hermitage - the former Tsar's Palace, today's Hermitage Museum, the world's three major museums with the same reputation as the British Museum in London and the Louvre in Paris, the pride of Russia - there are countless rare treasures from all over the world Treasures and cultural relics.Could it be that Victor really did something stupid, taking advantage of the opportunity to work on the Winter Palace, and stole the cultural relics of the Winter Palace? "No! My son will never do anything illegal!" Although his son was dead, Makarov did not allow anyone to tarnish his son's reputation.

Ivanov wanted to say something more, but Makarov couldn't listen any more. He stood up suddenly and shouted at Ivanov: "Who is your boss? If I guessed correctly, it is Iliu Jin! Take me to see him! This kid was my student back then, and now he climbed on top of me, and dared to treat me like this..." Makarov was furious, and he ignored Ivanov at all, and went straight rushed out the door.

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Angrily, Makarov came downstairs to the apartment building. He glanced at the taxis parked on the side of the street, and then, ignoring the warnings of the taxi drivers parked in front, he went straight into the back row. in an old Lada taxi.

"Go to the FSB building." Makarov instructed the driver.The driver didn't drive, but looked back at the stubborn old man suspiciously.

"Didn't you hear? Go to the FSB building," Makarov urged.The driver shook his head helplessly, started the car, and drove towards the Petersburg FSB building.

The Lada stopped downstairs of the Federal Security Bureau, and Makarov jumped out of the car before the car stopped and walked towards the building.Seeing this, the driver also jumped out of the car, chased Makarov and shouted, "Sir, you haven't paid the fare yet?"

Makarov turned around, forced a little smile, and said to the driver: "I'm sorry, I left home in a hurry and forgot my wallet. However, I think you only need to tell Ilyukin my address when you go back." Daimyo, he will reimburse you for the fare. Remember, my name is Makarov, Ivan Petrovich Makarov!"

Makarov broke into the Security Bureau building alone, and several security lines in the building immediately became tense, and two uniformed guards rushed up: "Sorry, sir, this is the Federal Security Bureau, who are you looking for? Please first Register." Makarov didn't pay attention to the two guards at all, he just stretched his ape's arms, twisted a guard's hand behind him with his left hand, and stretched out his right arm as hard as an iron bar to lightly With a slight push, the guard fell to the ground in an instant, excruciatingly painful.Seeing this, the other guard did not dare to step forward and watched Makarov pass the first line of defense.

Upstairs, the building that was full of murderous intent just now fell silent, and Makarov came to Ilyukin's office without hindrance.Ilyukin was obviously ready. When he saw Makarov, Ilyukin greeted him with a smile on his face: "My dear teacher, why did you come to me today?"

Makarov ignored Ilyukin's tricks. He looked at Ilyukin carefully. He hadn't seen him for more than ten years, and Ilyukin's appearance had hardly changed.As thin and dry as before, with parted hair and a mustache on his lips, only those piercing eyes revealed his shrewdness and ability.

Makarov asked directly: "What evidence do you have to suspect that my son has stolen cultural relics from the Winter Palace? I will never allow you to tarnish my son's reputation!"

"Dear teacher, don't get excited, of course we have evidence." Ilyukin still had a smile on his face.

"What evidence?"

"I think Ivanov didn't make it clear to you that it was not your son who stole the treasures of the Winter Palace, but your son found the treasures in the Winter Palace."

"Find a treasure?"

"Yes. When your son was decorating the Winter Palace, he found a very important treasure in a basement that had been closed for decades. But unfortunately, your son did not hand over the treasure, but Taking it as his own, he secretly took the treasure out of the Winter Palace. I think it was precisely because he took this priceless treasure as his own that he led to his murder."

Makarov was stunned when he heard Ilyukin's words. Ilyukin's explanation was reasonable. Could it be that his son's death was really like this? "What kind of treasure is that?" Makarov calmed down and asked again.

Ilyukin took out a yellowed black-and-white photo from the drawer and handed it to Makarov: "Here! This is the one. I don't know what this thing should be called, so I asked Hermitage Experts from the museum, they said that this is a treasure from China, which has a history of nearly a thousand years, called... what is it called..."

"Its name is Jade Screen with Lotus Pattern Inlaid with Jewelry, and it is a treasure from the Xixia Dynasty in China." Before Ilyukin could finish speaking, Makarov had already said the name of the treasure in the photo. name.Looking at Makarov again, he stared at the photo in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly became cloudy and frightened.

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Ilyukin was very surprised when he heard the name of the treasure in the photo from Makarov, "You know this thing!" Immediately, he asked Makarov again, "It seems that you must have seen this treasure at your son's place." Treasure. We searched your son's apartment and did not find this treasure. Do you know where it is?"

"No! No one knows its whereabouts. Anyone who tries to get this treasure will be punished with the most severe punishment, a blood curse... a terrible blood curse!" Makarov kept muttering to himself. language.

"What are you talking about?" Ilyukin seemed to see the dawn of solving the case, and with two cold lights in his eyes, he approached Makarov.

Makarov, who came back to his senses a little, said weakly: "Don't work in vain, this case is not as simple as you imagined. I advise you to stay away from this case as far as possible, for the sake of our teachers and students. Come on, I'm doing it for your own good."

"Joke! This case is about to be solved, why should I give up! I know that you still hate me for the past, and this case involves your son, so you don't want to see me solve the case." Yi Liu Jin is still full of confidence in solving the case, and doesn't listen to Makarov's advice at all.

Makarov shook his head, and said to Ilyukin, "You will suffer if you don't listen to me. How about this, you can connect me to the Moscow headquarters, and I will let you know the seriousness of the situation."

Hearing this, Ilyukin was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile: "My dear teacher, you are so confused, do you think you can call the headquarters directly? Even I dare not call the headquarters casually." .”

"I know that I am not qualified to call the headquarters, so I have to trouble you to call the headquarters. I repeat, this matter is very serious. If you delay, then you will be the director of the bureau! Makarov's tone was firm and unquestionable.

(End of this chapter)