diving cat

"Lynx is the best undercover agent in the cultural relics project of our police force, bar none." The tall man in uniform faced out the window, pondered for a moment, and said, "My identity is conspicuous, and I haven't had direct contact with him for more than two months. gone."

There are no photos in the archives, nor any written descriptions of lynx, only a long list of records of theft of cultural relics and destruction of monuments.

There are very few undercover agents in the cultural relics project, and the promotions and changes in the past ten years can all be counted with one slap, and the "most" among them may not be so mysterious.Han Bei flipped through the archives and replied, "I've heard of it."

The third criminal investigation team started to take over some cultural relics projects ten years ago. The captain, Du Yinnian, was nearly [-] years old. He looked like an amiable and modest gentleman, but he was actually a cunning fox. He closed the blinds, turned around and sat opposite the desk, carelessly turning the Pen, once again gave Lynx the highest affirmation: "He is a genius."

At present, besides Lynx, the undercover agent for cultural relics project is the newly recruited Han Bei, code-named Golden Cat.He raised his eyebrows and looked at his boss, "Captain, what are your plans?"

"You act as a liaison, or when he needs help," another folder was thrown from across the table, "to assist him in completing the case."

——From the first case solved by Lynx, it was seven or eight years ago, and the police academy graduates were 22 to 23 years old. In other words, Lynx and Du Fox are about the same age, and they are also good at mechanical transformation and assembly, cultural relics Appraisal, visit the tomb to see Feng Shui, gunpowder configuration, etc.

"Suspected, the tomb of the royal family of Nanyue. Just because of a silk painting? It's completely speculative." Han Bei swallowed the last puff, stuffed all the documents he had read all night into the shredder, put on a coat, got up and went out.

Every Sunday, in Dingkou Park in the south of the city, there is a ghost market. Land shovelers from all walks of life will bring some antiques and cultural relics, and set up small stalls to sell them secretly.

Shoveling the ground refers to running around the countryside to buy antiques. Most of those people are well-informed, cunning and diligent, and sometimes touch small tombs. Their first-hand goods are more reliable than antique cities, so those who walk in the ghost market are all visionary circles. Insiders, there is no business in fake products, so there are more real ones than fake ones, and some shady things also appear from time to time.At three or four o'clock in the morning, the ghost market is filled with people; it is the busiest when the sky is dark; after the sun comes out, the stalls start to withdraw; around eight o'clock, the small park returns to its original state, and the aunts dancing yangko and practicing Tai Chi The old men were yelling and shouting, and they became lively again.

Han Bei walked around the ghost market, squatted down in front of a stall, picked out a small blue and white plate, lit up a flashlight, and pretended to look at it seriously.

Du Huhu said: There is no photo of Lynx. As a non-staff member, he is the killer of our third team. He has been buried deep in the front line for a long time. I am the only one who has one-line contact with him.

Clues to the tombs of the South Vietnamese royal family were also provided by lynx.

It was just before dawn, and Han Bei could only listen to the stall owner babbling endlessly: "...Master Han, this must have arrived in the third generation of the Qing Dynasty, the double-frame style of dried tofu, look how white and greasy the tire is, how clear the glaze is, and how clear the glaze is. How smooth the water division is, if you don't get old, you ask me to retreat..." Everyone knows that Young Master Han is a little fat sheep, a fool with a lot of money, and extremely poor eyesight.

Du Fox said: You and I must strictly keep information about Lynx to ensure his safety.Han Bei snorted absently, "Reserve price?" The cat broke the plate at home, so he wanted to buy a few anyway.

The stall owner held out two fingers.

"two hundred?"

"Are you kidding me?" The stall owner smiled kindly, "Master Han, we can't even shovel the land at this price!"

"It's about one thousand," although Han Bei didn't bother to bargain, but he still had to use his mouth to chop it off, otherwise he would appear too ungrounded.

The stall owner was speechless again and again: "Master Han, you are an axe, cut it down and cut it in half!"

"Then I'll go shopping again." Han Bei turned off the flashlight without smiling, his tone was refusal or welcome, but his mind was not on the plate.Du Huhu also said: You do your work as usual, and he will take the initiative to come to you.

"Hey! How about [-]? [-]? Master Han, let me tell you the truth! The price is only [-]...

Han Bei didn't say much, just smiled with airs on his face, his face was Zhou Zhengying, but he had a pair of provocative and arrogant peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes were raised, adding a bit of meanness.

"You have to let me earn one hundred. We shoveled the land to death... Forget it! One thousand and five for you! lest I have to take it back..." The stall owner was still trying his best to sell his broken dishes. .

"Okay, that's it." Han Bei took out his wallet and said helplessly, "I haven't seen anything interesting recently, so I can only buy some high-end products..."

The stall owner wrapped the plate with a piece of torn newspaper, "That kind of thing...you can't find it, people who don't know it don't dare to sell it, and it's easy to attract notes..."

Han Bei twirled a stack of banknotes, and there was something in his words: "Don't forget me if you have good things, money is not a problem." Ordinary cultural relics are fine, and he has to report to Du Fox for records above the second-level cultural relics.

"Definitely! Definitely!" The stall owner nodded and bowed to accept the money, "To tell you the truth, Master Han, the rarest thing in the circle recently is a silk painting bought by Wei Jingou..."

Han Beizhi froze his ears, pretending to be stupid: "What is it like?"

The stall owner's voice could not be lowered, and he said with his tongue: "I didn't see it, just listening to the price..."

I don't know when there was another person beside me, and he suddenly said, "My dear~disciple~er~ What good things did you buy again? Show me for the teacher?"

Han Bei felt a headache when he heard that voice!It's almost dawn, people come and go in the ghost market, there are few greetings, everyone's attention is on the booth, no one likes to identify people with a flashlight in the dark - except for the nosy goods!

"Aha? To Guangxu?" While speaking, the man quickly peeled off the torn newspaper, and the flashlight lit up, illuminating the plate, and at the same time illuminating a rather handsome and upright face.

The stall owner's expression changed, "Daoist Qiu, this is Kangxi."

The so-called Daoist Qiu is actually a fake Taoist priest, whose real name is Qiu Zhengxia, who claims to be the [-]th generation heir of the Maoshan School, who can subdue demons and eliminate demons.I don't know if it can subdue demons and eliminate demons, but there are indeed two brushes in looking at antiques.He was dressed sloppily, with one collar of his shirt turned up, and his head was disheveled and slumped, obviously because he hadn't combed his hair and washed his face after getting up. "Do you know what the theme is? Listen carefully, apprentice!" Qiu Zhengxia raised his chin as he tapped the plate with a small flashlight: "Hundred birds facing the phoenix! The Qing Dynasty was the prosperous period of Kangxi and Qianlong. At that time, the painted birds faced the center. Fenghuang, look where all these stupid birds have gone?"

Although there are unspoken rules in the antique stalls that wishers take the bait and watch chess without saying a word, Qiu Zhengxia is a thorny person who plays cards unreasonably, and he follows Young Master Han all day long and calls "good apprentice", which is obviously a suggestion from acquaintances. At this point, the stall owner only has a face that is blue and white, and it is not easy to attack.

"Look at this double-framed style of dried tofu." Qiu Zhengxia turned over the plate and talked eloquently, "Yongzheng's dried tofu has swirling patterns, which are neat and beautiful, while Guangxu's has this kind of horizontal and vertical stripes, which is a mess!"

"..." Han Bei rubbed his forehead, sweating coldly. He didn't care if he was cheated or not when he bought things.

Qiu Zhengxia returned the plate to the stall owner briskly, "200 yuan, don't want any more!"

Han Bei's attitude is modest: "Qiu Daochang, I need your advice again today!" With so many people watching, he couldn't kick the dog away as he wished, and cursed: "Fuck your cold winter ball, don't spoil my good deeds!" !

Qiu Zhengxia was so arrogant that he couldn't find Bei: "It's a small matter, as a teacher, you are the only apprentice, if you don't mention something, who do you mention?"

The corners of Han Bei's smiling lips twitched a few times: You sister!

With huge profits, talents come forth in large numbers. As tomb robbery and cultural relics smuggling become increasingly technological and team-based, weapons are even more advanced and fierce than the police. Undercover agents for cultural relics projects not only need to have the quality of general undercover agents, but also need a wealth of cultural relics-related knowledge.When Han Bei graduated from the police academy and joined the team, there was only one lynx undercover in the third team. There was an urgent shortage of talents. Du Hu quickly kicked him out of the police force and spent two years on targeted special training. It was only in the third year that he was ordered to plunge into the antique circle to collect information and make contacts.

Although Han Bei is not proficient in antique appraisal as professional knowledge, he still has a superficial and basic understanding. He deliberately pretended to be an arty dude, and he forced himself to dig out it without changing his expression under the watchful eyes of countless smiling and silent onlookers. The money is used to buy those real or fake big-budget goods-the superiors did not assign him any special tasks, but just ordered him to act in his true colors and lurk in the market-Du Huhu knew that he was rich.

Thanks to his rich father and Du Huli's father being family friends, the bastard doesn't bully his students, he just kills acquaintances!

Soon, people in various antique circles such as the ghost market, antique city, and auction house heard about him. Because of his status as the heir to the world's real estate, everyone thought he was a prodigal son. Who would have thought that he was an undercover policeman? ?As soon as his off-road Hummer stopped in the antique city, the shopkeepers rushed to tell each other, but there was no call sign: "Little Sheep is coming! Baa~"

Others flatter Young Master Han for money, but what is the mad Taoist doing for it?Han Bei can definitely sum it up in two words: food.

About half a year ago, on a certain day, Han Bei finished losing money in the ghost market, sat on the steps of the street corner, opened the paper box facing the sun, picked up a stuffed pancake made by his French chef, and looked at Qiu Zhengxia from the corner of his eye. Crouching not far away, looking at him with watery eyes.

So, full of compassion, he threw it to the other party generously like feeding a stray dog ​​on the street.

Qiu Zhengxia said that he is a person who knows how to repay his kindness and wants to recognize the young master of the Han family as his disciple.

The young master of the Han family said that he doesn't ask for anything in return for feeding the dog, and he doesn't want to recognize a bum who is younger than himself as his master.

Qiu Zhengxia swears that he will pass on his lifelong talents and knowledge to good disciples!

Han Bei politely declined, not caring about the other party's "lifelong talent and learning".

Qiu Zhengxia had already held Han Bei's hand, and affectionately called him "a good apprentice".

It was only then that Han Bei realized that it was futile to waste saliva by flipping his noble tongue just now. He turned his head, and he really wanted to hire a few hooligans to wrap this idiot in a sack and drag him to a corner to beat him up—but since entering the police academy, he You will exercise amazing restraint, which can effectively curb all kinds of evil thoughts.

Han Bei didn't live with his family. He bought a relatively secluded high-rise apartment, raised a litter of cats that jumped up and down, and lived a leisurely and lonely life.

After daybreak, the ghost market dispersed, and Qiu Zhengxia begged for nothing to follow him to the good student's apartment, and the sumptuous breakfast he expected was placed on the table.Young Master Han's wealthy father was afraid that his son would suffer from malnutrition if left unattended, so he sent several famous private chefs to the small apartment in turn to cook delicacies from various countries. Qiu Zhengxia only wished that he could turn into a cat and eat forever.

After washing his face and drying his hands, Daoist Qiu sat in front of the food and prayed devoutly: "Thank you Lord for giving me food."

Han Bei heated up a pot of milk, poured himself a cup, and gave him most of the rest of the pot, and said with a straight face, "Go for it, I have something to do, so I won't entertain you."

"what's up?"

"Bath the cat." Picking up a big civet cat from the sofa nearby, Han Bei picked up the nail clippers and cut its nails.

"It would be nice if I were your cat. Someone would feed it, wash it, and cut its nails. How comfortable..." Qiu Zhengxia devoured sadly, while lifting his foot up on the chair.

The big civet cat kicked its legs again and again, trying to break free from the confinement, Han Bei gave a cold and majestic cry: "Keep your legs down."

The big civet cat was obedient, and Qiu Zhengxia was also obedient. He put his feet back to their original places, and asked in a murmur, "Huh? I haven't seen this cat before."

"I just picked it up last month."

Qiu Zhengxia cupped his heart in a flattering voice: "My good disciple, you are really caring. The Maoshan faction is entrusted to you, and I will die for my teacher..."

Han Bei didn't even raise his head: "I saw a stray cat nearby and brought it back. The female was neutered and the male was castrated. The surgery lasted for three months before being released, lest they bark downstairs and disturb me when they are in heat. .”

Qiu Zhengxia was taken aback and stuttered: "You, you, you... I'm really blind! I can't see that you are so vicious!"

Han Bei finally smiled, "You still want to be my cat?"

Qiu Zhengxia shut up and buried himself in hard work.