While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 676 Secret Investigation
"I'm afraid not."

Faced with the disgust of the old man named Eddie Lockhart, Sarah Boris did not back down, but stood carelessly in front of the old man's workbench, spread her hands and said casually: "It seems, 'Hello' That word doesn't get you an answer to my question."

"But it doesn't matter." Sarah Boris took out her police officer's card, waved it in front of Eddie Lockhart and said, "This thing, plus those raw materials that can never appear in your hands through formal channels , should be able to convince you, right?"

Eddie Lockhart smiled disdainfully, took off his glasses, looked at the female police officer in front of him, and said indifferently: "Are all the New York police officers so idiots? Threatening people with things that don't exist is really old-fashioned." means."

"It doesn't really matter whether it exists or not." Sarah Boris said in a more indifferent tone: "The key is that if I think it exists, it must exist."

"And you can imagine, if I search here in the name of investigating highly toxic raw materials, do you think those customers of yours will still buy the things you make?"

The threatening words made Eddie Lockhart's face turn cold instantly, and the eyes he looked at Sarah Boris were full of vigilance and scrutiny.

"Think about it, you have, uh..." Sarah Boris glanced at her watch as if nothing had happened, and said casually: "... ten seconds."

Eddie Lockhart frowned, his eyes began to become dangerous, obviously he didn't like the feeling of being threatened and unable to resist, and began to think about some unconventional solutions to the problem.

Sarah Boris was unmoved by Eddie Lockhart's obviously malicious eyes, looked down at her watch, and said relaxedly: "There are still three seconds, three, two, one, it seems..."

"What do you want to know?" Eddie Lockhart suddenly spoke, his eyes icy.

"Come on, if you cooperate, there's no need for me to persuade you, is there?" Sarah Boris shrugged nonchalantly, then handed the two folded papers to Eddie Lockhart with a tone Seriously: "Have you seen these two masks?"

Eddie Lockhart, who was leaning on the back of the chair, did not pick it up immediately, but let Sarah Boris dry for a while with a blank face, and then sat up a little and took the paper in her hand, impatiently Open it casually and look down.

I saw two masks painted on two white papers, one brass-colored, with simple and tough lines, full of ancient and clumsy charm.The other one is dark green, with strangely distorted lines and patterns, exuding a strange aura.

The two masks are hand-painted. It can be seen that the painters who drew them are not outstanding, but they still reflect the characteristics of the two masks.

Sarah Boris stood by the workbench. Although these two paintings were made by her, but seeing it again now, the memory in her mind was instantly awakened, recalling the time when she saw the half-race man and the loyal uncle in the bottom city I couldn't help being in a trance for a while.

But it was this momentary distraction that made her miss Eddie Lockhart's horrified eyes after seeing the dark green mask!

And when Sarah Boris came back to his senses, Eddie Lockhart had returned to normal, frowned and looked at the two paintings in his hand, and said with disdain: "The mask is good, but the painter, huh, it's really An insult to the word painting."

Although Sarah Boris had a strong heart, after hearing Eddie Lockhart's words, she still couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and said with a pretty face, "I'm asking, have you seen these two masks? "

"No." Eddie Lockhart handed back the two pieces of paper and sneered, "Can you go?"

Sarah Boris didn't reach out to pick it up, but carefully observed Eddie Lockhart's expression, and said slowly: "I can make your store smell bad in one day, are you sure you want it?" Just give me this answer?"

"Why don't you tell me the answer you want, and I'll write it down and read it to you?" Eddie Lockhart let go of his palm, and let the two pieces of paper fall on the workbench. The smile on his face grew wider. Disdain:

"You are so persistent in looking for clues to these two masks, it seems that their master must have done something terrible to you. How about you tell me what you have experienced, and I will tell you the clues of the masks? "

Upon hearing this, Sarah Boris took a serious look at Eddie Lockhart, and then picked up the two paintings: "Tell me, what is the price of the mask clue?"

"Never step into my shop again," Eddie Lockhart said decisively.

Sarah Boris nodded: "As long as your clues are true."

"These are two handmade masks." Eddie Lockhart pointed to the paper in Sara's hand, and explained: "In this world, no manufacturer that produces masks will produce such things. Because there are so few people who can appreciate them."

"Those vulgar factories are pursuing the profits brought by mass production. Only individuals with high taste will pursue real art!"

"As for these two masks, they can only come from two places. One is the country of Mexico, where many civilizations were born, and the other is the country of Yue, which has many dynasties in history."

"And the style of these two masks is infinitely close to the aesthetic and artistic style of a certain period of history of these two countries, and they are undoubtedly works of art."

Sarah Boris looked at the painting in her hand in disbelief: "Mexico and Yue?"

"That's right. Does it feel far away?" Eddie Lockhart laughed jokingly: "I hope you can find their owners. After all, the person who can make these two masks is definitely a well-deserved artist."

"You can even let me know when the time comes, because I'm happy to communicate with people who don't waste the word art."

Ten minutes later, after taking down all of Eddie Lockhart's analysis on the mask, Sarah Boris left the craft shop.

And not long after she walked out of the store, Eddie Lockhart locked the door of the studio from the inside with a gloomy expression, then came to an inconspicuous old computer, and pressed the power button!

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"Your mask is not cheap, is it?"

Song He, who was riding leisurely on the highway, turned his head to look at the person he was talking to, nodded politely and said, "It's okay, a friend gave it to me."

"I've seen your mask before. It's very expensive in cycling equipment stores." It was a man who was speaking, also wearing a full set of riding equipment, but his voice was muffled by the dust mask. Judging from it, the age should be in the early 30s.

"Really?" Song He still maintained the basic politeness and chatted with the other party.

After leaving Yucheng aimlessly on a mountain bike, it didn't take long for Song He to meet a riding team.

There are more than 20 people in this team, including men and women, young and old, and the speed is also fast and slow. It is obviously a group of cyclists who gather together because of their hobbies.

Since Song He was dressed quite similar to them, many people regarded him as a member of the team, and from time to time someone would come up to greet him.

At the same time, these people saw that Song He's speed was too slow, so whenever they passed by him, they would encourage him enthusiastically.

And the man who was chatting with him not only took the initiative to act as his windbreaker from time to time, but even gave Song He two pieces of his energy snacks so that Song He could replenish his energy to keep up with the team.

Naturally, Song He would not refuse the other party's kindness, and at the same time, he was happy to go with the brigade without a destination, adjusting his mood amidst the kindness and concern of everyone.

(End of this chapter)