Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

This time the dream was a little strange. Chen Peiwen did not see Ross Lee himself in the dream, and everyone's face in the dream was blurry.

When she was a little further away from them, Chen Peiwen could still see their general appearance clearly, but the closer she got, the less clear they could see.

Chen Peiwen looked around and saw that this seemed to be a villa area. The architectural style was very different from that of the Hong Kong city and was more inclined to the northern style.

An endless stream of people poured into a majestic villa. They were all dressed up to attend, including some Hong Kong businessmen and celebrities that Chen Peiwen knew.

She also had some guesses in her mind. There must be a banquet or exhibition held here, so there were so many celebrities coming and going.

Chen Peiwen followed the crowd and walked in. The banquet hall became more lively, with fragrant clothes and hair, changing glasses, but she still found something unusual - expectation, curiosity, and impatient.

About twenty minutes later, an elderly man arrived in a wheelchair.

Although he couldn't see clearly what he looked like, he didn't feel like Rose Lee to Chen Peiwen.

The guests at the banquet returned to their seats one after another. The waiter pulled up a closed line in front of the seats, dividing the elders and guests into two areas, and arranged bodyguards to guard both ends of the closed line.

He first delivered some polite speeches. After every few words, he had to stop and take a few breaths. It took him more than ten minutes to finish his speech of just a few hundred words.

Then, he waved, and several strong bodyguards escorted a box to the stage.

Only then did Chen Peiwen notice that there was a two-meter-long display stand on the right side of the stage, but it was still empty.

Accompanied by bodyguards, the old man opened the multi-layer password lock on the display stand and verified his fingerprints and irises.

Although this process was extremely cumbersome, no one complained at the scene. On the contrary, everyone became quiet, and there was no one left to speak.

Chen Peiwen stood up on her tiptoes slightly. She had seen Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi's auction sites before, and she had also seen jewelry worth more than ten figures, but none of them had such strict security procedures.

Could it be that what the old man wants to exhibit is worth more than 10 billion, or is it some world-class cultural relic that has been lost for a long time?

Her lips were dry, and when she was about to pick up the wine glass, she found that there was no more wine in it.

The waiter was not in the guest area at the moment, so she had to endure her thirst and turn her attention to the box.

The protective layers were peeled off layer by layer, but in the end, the box containing the treasures still reached an astonishing length of more than one meter and a width of at least fifty centimeters.

Jewelry is unlikely. The only ones that can reach this size are rough stones, but uncut rough stones are not worth much at all.

Bronze? Buddha statue? Jade bottle?

These thoughts passed by in a flash, and were dismissed one by one by Chen Peiwen. Although the three items were large in size, they were usually stood upright and would not be placed horizontally in the box.

Could it be some kind of dinosaur skeleton?

The size and shape are consistent, but among the dignitaries and celebrities present, who would go out of their way to see the dinosaur skeleton?

There is another possibility. The treasures are secondary. The important thing is the person on display, that is, the old man sitting on the stage.

The old man's status was very high, so he attracted this group of rich and noble guests to visit. The purpose of the guests was also to please the old man.

But another voice appeared in Chen Peiwen's heart. She had a hunch that the thing in the box was definitely not a common thing, but a priceless treasure.

The bodyguard adjusted the old man's wheelchair so that he could easily reach the last lock.

They covered the box with a layer of red cloth so that the guests could not see the old man's movements at all.

Even with the red cloth covering it, Chen Peiwen could see that the old man's hands were extremely fast. He was quickly manipulating the last lock of the box as if he was spinning a Rubik's Cube.

The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but when the old man turned over, he didn't make the slightest sound.

pat.

As the last lock was unlocked, the nervousness of the guests was lifted.

There was a small drop of sweat on the old man's forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe it off, so he waved to the bodyguard to take off the red cloth.

While everyone else was staring at the box, Chen Peiwen took a special look at the tray in the bodyguard's hand. In addition to a layer of thick red cloth, there was also a silver-white metal block the size of a thumb cap.

At first glance, every face of that thing is a hexagon, but if you look more closely, you will find that its faces are actually very small triangles.

Chen Peiwen had seen it in a casino before. This special dice was called "twenty-sided dice".

However, this is a special dice, each side of which can be flipped back and forth, so the shape is slightly different from the ordinary twenty-sided dice.

Chen Peiwen guessed that the dice might be a combination lock. Only when the numbers are turned to the same visible plane can the lock be opened.

The old man put his hands on the edge of the box. He placed four fingers on the sides and pressed his thumbs on the top.

The weight of the box was very heavy, and his movements became very slow.

There was a small crack in the heavy wooden suitcase, like a bottomless black hole.

For a moment, Chen Peiwen suspected that she was dazzled. The box contained no jewelry she had ever seen before, or even anything that existed in the world.

She didn't even see the whole thing, only the light revealed in the gaps.

Light should not have weight, but Chen Peiwen wanted to use the word "thick" to describe light, like the fine powder repeatedly polished by pearls, and like warm spring water.

The most shocking thing is that it is not just one color of light, but countless colors intertwined together, making it brilliant and colorful.

Although Chen Peiwen was only in a dream, she was still fascinated by it and couldn't help but want to step forward.

She had forgotten that there were armed guards on both sides. Just standing up, let alone walking, might be considered a dangerous person.

Bah!

The heavy sound of falling to the ground woke up Chen Peiwen, and she realized that she was not the only one attracted to the treasure in the box.

The people sitting in the front row wanted to climb over the guardrail and rush to the stage.

"No..." she said to herself.

The guards on both sides were still in place, how could someone fall down directly?

"There's blood!!!"

"Killing! Killing!"

Screams suddenly exploded one after another. No one could care about their appearance and behavior. Panic swept through their brains like an airborne virus.

The entire banquet hall was in chaos. Those who had any sense left were busy looking for a safe exit, while more people were running around like headless flies.

No one knew who fired the shot, or who the shooter was targeting.

In a panic, Chen Peiwen took the opportunity to hide under the banquet table. It was surrounded by tablecloths that were as long as the floor. There was surprisingly enough space.

She buried her head under her arms, knelt on the ground, and protected her head and chest.

There was the sound of several more bullet casings falling to the ground, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Through the gaps in the tablecloth, Chen Peiwen could vaguely see the scene outside.

The door had been locked long ago, and those who tried to escape were turned into corpses.

The bodyguards and guards seemed to have tried their best to resist, but most of them lay straight on the ground.

Chen Peiwen saw several pairs of dark red boots, one, two, three... there were at least six people walking towards the display stand.

"Hush, don't be silent, you should understand why we are here." One of them said truthfully.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair spoke a long string of words calmly. It was not English or any language that Chen Peiwen could understand. It was more like some kind of simple and mysterious spell.

The person who spoke at first paused, then laughed loudly and said: "Unexpectedly, you are actually a master of Sanskrit. This way, our communication will be much easier."

The two of them talked at a very fast pace, and there was no hint of unpleasantness in their tone.

If there weren't those scattered corpses on the ground, Chen Peiwen would really think that they were discussing the weather today or the refreshments at the banquet.

"Sarve bhavantu sukhinah."

The conversation ended. For some reason, Chen Peiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

She guessed that the three men in boots were trying to rob the treasure in the box, and the elder had already made a deal with them.

Although she also wanted to see the mystery of the treasure, her life was more important than the illusory things.

As she expected, the three people walked towards the door, while the people surrounding the door scattered like mice.

Their bodies were covered with the residue of wine and food, some were even frightened to the point of incontinence, and a disgusting stench filled the air.

However, like Chen Peiwen, they felt lucky that they had saved a life.

The Sanskritist fired several shots at the door lock and walked out without heeding the sound of the alarm.

When Chen Peiwen was about to crawl out from under the table, her skirt happened to be pressed against the bottom of the pillar of the table. She pulled hard and the pressure was so tight that she could not pull it out.

There was no other way now. She picked up a knife that fell on the ground and slashed open her dress, which was worth hundreds of thousands.

At the same time, a howling sound pierced the sky, and she heard a scream stuck in her throat.

"Uh--"

Half a second later, another body fell to the ground.

This was not the first one, nor the second one. Those people still had smiles on their faces as they survived the disaster, but they were pushed into the depths of hell one after another.

Chen Peiwen's hands were numb, and she maintained her previous position, motionless, as if this would reduce the possibility of being discovered.

She heard the sound of boots on the smooth marble floor, now in the distance, now next to her.

They seemed to be checking the corpses and firing a few more shots from time to time.

At this time, they did not use the silenced gun before, but an ordinary pistol. The sound of the gunshot made Chen Peiwen's eardrums hurt.

"Has it been cleared?" one asked slowly.

His companion replied: "That's almost it. It's all confirmed."

"Almost? What's the difference between almost and not finished?" He whispered, "Can you guarantee that no one is hiding?"

"This……"

The companion was a little embarrassed. After a while, he said, "Let's check again."

It can be seen that the person who spoke first is the leader among the three, and the remaining two people have a slightly lower status. They are also doing the dirty work.

Chen Peiwen bit her lips to prevent herself from making any sound.

She didn't dare to look outside through the tablecloth anymore. She was afraid that she would see something she shouldn't and would be unable to control her screams.

It was too long. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she could feel her body getting colder.

Those two people searched the entire banquet hall, and there were indeed a few fish that slipped through the net.

They cried for the executioners to let them go, and swore they would not say anything.

"I believe you." The man still had a smile on his face.

The next second, the begging stopped abruptly, and the entire banquet hall became quiet again.

Of course the dead cannot speak, and they will only believe in the dead.

When the two of them passed by the table where Chen Peiwen was hiding, one of them whispered: "Lu En, do you want to check under the table too?"

A smell of rust spread, and Chen Peiwen's arms were numb and sore. After hearing these words, she felt like she had given up on herself.

What are the chances of her surviving alone?

Even if they persist until they leave, these people will act extremely strictly and will definitely eliminate all evidence of the crime.

The simplest way is to set fire.

Luen thought for a while and said: "No need, I didn't see anyone get under the table just now. Moreover, if he got under the table, the tablecloth would definitely be lifted up. What about you, did you notice it just now?"

The man seemed to be reminiscing. After a long time, he replied: "I have no impression. But if we want to check, we have to look through every table. It's too troublesome. The two of us can't handle it."

Shooting also consumes physical strength, not to mention that they killed dozens of people and checked the bodies one by one.

"You're right, but..." Luen hesitated, "Let's just look through a few of them, just for show. You go over there."

"it is good."

Lu En walked to the table where Chen Peiwen was hiding. She closed her eyes, and her brain couldn't control it and began to imagine the next scene.

If he was understood by one shot, he wouldn't have to suffer too much.

However, Roen did not stop, but went in the opposite direction to his companions.

In order to avoid being seen as lazy, he deliberately walked around the banquet hall several times without checking the tables in order.

Finally, the leader became impatient and said, "Okay, just count the bodies and go. As far as I remember, there are seventy-six in total.