001 Betrayal 1

Ancient house, simple and simple decoration, no luxurious decoration. At first glance, this is an extremely ordinary room, but if you look carefully, every decoration is carefully carved with high-quality sandalwood. As small as an inconspicuous ashtray, the shape is unique. I'm afraid the world will never find a second such a unique ashtray.

A Qianqianyu hand inadvertently played with this exquisite ashtray that can no longer be exquisite. There was a lazy smile on the corners of his mouth, and his sexy cherry lips opened gently: "Well, he is really a rich master. Even such a small thing is worth comparable to the Rolls-Royce Phantom."

"Yes, Yi, everything here is a value connection." A woman's crisp voice floated in the room. Because the room is extremely quiet, even if you speak with the smallest decibel, it is still so clear and loud.

"Yun, what kind of baby we haven't seen." The woman's voice is as cold as ice, and her skin is as white as jade. Her skin is smooth and tender without any flaws. Her delicate face is like a fairy who goes down to the earth. She is extraordinary and beautiful. The deep pupils have a kind of fascinating charm, shrewdness, wisdom, coldness and so on, which is not enough to describe her complex look. What kind of beauty is this? I'm afraid it's hard to find in the world.

Yes, that's right. She is the world's super killer - Yi. A world's top killer who makes people smell and have distorted faces. Why did you see her face twisted? It's not because she is ugly, but on the contrary, she is uniquely beautiful.

I guessed right. It's scary. When you see her, it indicates that death is wading to you. Can you still have a normal expression in the face of death?

In just five years since his debut, Yi has received 42 special tasks, 120 first-level tasks, and more than 300 second-level tasks. Below the third level? Well, the third level is too big and small. Yi took over so many tasks and successfully completed them, without exception. So the world gave her the wrong number "Death".

"Hmm. Get to business quickly. The old man should be back in ten minutes. Yi, we have to hurry up." The woman said seriously. Equally beautiful and unspeakable facial features, enchanting and sexy posture. If it weren't for Yi, you would have thought what a beauty she was. I'm afraid she was a unique beauty in the world. But now she can only make green leaves as a foil.

"Don't worry, I'm sure enough." There was a contemptuous sneer at the corners of Yi's mouth and said with a blank face, full of confidence. How confident she is.

"What kind of painting do you think it is? The owner wants to get it at all costs."

"I haven't seen it."

"Then how can we find it? There are so many treasures and calligraphy and paintings in this room. How can we determine which pair is?"

"Feeling."

"?"

"When did I miss it?"

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A trace of disappointment flashed in Yun's eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant, which Yi did not notice.

Yun no longer asks. She knows Yi's personality. She doesn't want to say that even if you put a knife on her neck, she won't reveal a word, even if she is the closest sister. This is where the master valued and valued her.

In fact, I really don't know what kind of painting it is.

Sheng only told her that it was a picture of a beautiful woman, but he didn't know what it was like. Saint Yi looks for it according to his feelings, and Saint believes in Yi's feelings. Because Yi's feeling has never been missed.

Yi glanced at all the celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room in 5 seconds. There are Luo Shen Fu Tu, Qingming Shang He Tu, Kangxi Night Banquet Map, all of which are valuable national treasures.

After meditating for half a second, Yi began to lock his eyes on the exquisite ashtray again.

In the information she collected, the owner of this house does not smoke and hates the smell of smoke the most. But why is there such a delicate ashtray here? Receiving guests? This is a private secret room, which is obviously illogical. There must be an article here.

Her feeling told her that her goal was about to appear, and this intermediary was the ashtray.