Chapter 41 third quarter

As the sun went down, she ate a simple dinner and read the local newspaper for entertainment. At eight o'clock sharp, Heifetz drove a pickup truck. The gold bottle is dressed like a Moroccan woman, wearing a robe and covering her face. It was already dark, and a crescent moon could be seen in the middle of the mountain. When I was a child, Jin Ping sold flowers outside the nightclub. When I was free, I looked up at this curved moon. It was full and short, and I was very lonely. Same tonight. She took off her toga to reveal the tight black dress, still wearing the hood, and went to the house, where the Germans had already left.

They turned on a small lamp in the porch to illuminate it. Jin Ping took out the chisel, pried lightly, and the door was unlocked. Then, she took out the scissors, cut off the telephone and alarm wires, and opened the door to enter the house. Ten seconds, she told herself. Quickly found the painting, turned on the small flashlight, and verified that the painting was authentic, she took out the diamond sharpener, pressed the frame with one hand, peeled the canvas out like skating, rolled it up, put it in a long rubber tube, and carried it on her back. She said to herself: twenty-five seconds.

You can leave the scene within thirty-five seconds. But, like a cat, her hairs suddenly stood on end. She turned around and wanted to go out the same way. In the blink of an eye, in the darkness, she saw a person sitting behind the desk. The person did not shoot her in the back, as if he wanted to save a little morality. When she turned around, he raised his hand. The pistol, with a poof, fired. Jin Ping felt that the left side of his face seemed to be stung by a bee. Knowing that it was time to run for her life, she desperately smashed open the long window of the study, and fled out with all her might.

The man seemed not expecting that there was still room for her to struggle, and hurriedly chased her out. Two convertible sports cars had just passed by the door, the radio was blaring loudly, and the boys and girls in the cars were making noise. Jin Ping's heart is clear, but his steps are staggering. At this time, someone in one of the cars stretched out his hand and dragged her into the car. He suddenly accelerated and left like a puff of smoke. Jin Ping looked up and saw a familiar face. She opened her mouth, wanting to say the word Shen Jinghua, but her eyes gradually blurred.

She closed her eyes and panted, her black clothes were completely wet, and she smelled bloody. But in the back of her mind, she still had a slight sense, the scene just now, couldn't help but repeat the show slowly, how could there be a person sitting in the dark, waiting for her to come, it was a trap, the owner had already caught the wind. As soon as he saw her turn around, he shot her to kill her, for a painting?Unlike them, in their business, they rely purely on tricks, rarely see guns, have few belongings, and don't want to hurt people. Why would there be a gun waiting for her?

The man watched her cut off the painting and put it away, why was she so generous? Finally, her brain was completely still and turned to the state of selflessness. Jin Ping had no idea whether he would wake up or not. After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes and saw a red balloon with the words "Love you in my heart" written on it, like leftovers from a Valentine's Day. She opened her mouth: "Jinghua", her voice hoarse. Someone held her hand: "Here." It turned out that he had been waiting by his side. She wanted to turn her head, but couldn't.

"Oh, but you have been in a coma for twenty years?" Shen Jinghua's voice was very gentle: "No, it's not that long, it's only over seventy hours." "Where did the bullet hit?" "You're very clear-headed." He choked up a little, leaned over, and Jin Ping saw his beard and swollen eyes. "What's wrong?" He said softly: "The left side of your skull was cut off by a bullet, including the ear shell, and now a piece of titanium metal is filling your head." what. "Just a millimeter or two, the doctor said, and it would damage the brain tissue."

Jin Ping stared at him blankly. After a long time, she asked, "Why did you suddenly appear?" "Someone reported to me that a gunman was invited to a bungalow and hid in the study in advance until a thief appeared. After he succeeded, he was shot in the head." Jin Ping bowed his body. Shen Jinghua caught her. "Jin Ping, I found out that the person they have to deal with is one of the three of you. I contacted you several times, but to no avail, so I came here in person. I have been waiting in the bungalow for three days. Both of you are masters. , I didn’t realize you entered the house at all.”

At this time, the nurse came in and saw the two of them whispering, and persuaded with a smile: "Don't be too tired, it's never too late to make a vow after recovery." After she went out, Jin Ping said, "I'll go in through the gate." "We didn't guard the gate! How could it have occurred to you not to use the back door." "Thank you for saving my life." "I didn't realize it was you until I pulled down the mask. I always thought it was Yulu." Yulu has no companions. Jin Ping asked, "Isn't the owner of the house the one who shot?"

"He didn't realize it, he only knew that a painting had disappeared." "What about that painting?" "At my place." Jin Ping said softly: "The murderer doesn't care about that painting." "Who sent you to pick up the painting? The market value of that painting is only over a hundred thousand dollars." Jin Ping gently told him about the Star of David. Shen Jinghua paused: "It's really stupid. A painting or a thousand paintings will be lost and brought down. One person and one nation, as long as they strive to do better, forget the past and work hard for the future, even if others look down on them."

Jin Ping said: "Without the past, there is no future." Shen Jinghua said: "At this time, I will not argue with you." "Please send the painting to the Star of David." "Are you sure it wasn't a Jewish plot to kill you?" "No, it's not him." Jin Ping had no doubts. "Not the person behind him?" "I have a sixth sense." Shen Jinghua sighed heavily: "Then, your elf sense of touch may tell me, who cut off half of your head?" Jin Ping closed his eyes and kept silent, and once he missed, he was ridiculed by others. "I'll ask someone to deliver the painting for you right away." He went out, and when he opened the door, Jin Ping heard someone speaking English in the corridor. The nurse's footsteps came in. Jin Ping opened his eyes. "Your fiancé is so kind to you," the nurse said in an envious voice, "serving you like he was undressed." fiancé?He pretends to be like that? Jin Ping asked in a low voice, "Where am I?" "Miss, you are at St. Paul's Hospital in London." Jin Ping was very surprised: "How did I get here?" "Arrived by private ambulance plane." It turned out that Shen Jinghua was really her savior. "You are one lucky woman." Jin Ping said softly, "I think I am. Can I look in the mirror?" "I'll help you up." Jin Ping felt that her head was as heavy as if it was covered by an iron bucket. When she saw in the mirror, her head was wrapped in gauze, and her left cheek was crooked to one side. She looked like a strange person. Jin Ping didn't scream and cry bitterly, she walked back to the bed lightly, a little at a loss, and finally sat silently on the easy chair. "It doesn't really matter what a person looks like as you wait to recover. However, if it does bother you, we have very skilled orthopedists." The gold bottle made no sound.