Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 460 Interception - Third Master's Horror

A timely help.

Give me a pillow if you feel sleepy.

As the saying goes, insight into everything is knowledge, and mastery of human relationships is literature.

Brother Qi's emotional intelligence is truly remarkable. He is able to handle all sorts of complex situations and interpersonal relationships with great flexibility.

He is truly adept at reading people, understanding their thoughts, and promptly grasping their intentions. Moreover, he possesses exceptional execution and leadership skills, effectively directing and coordinating, and quickly adapting to different environments to take appropriate action.

Being friends with someone like Brother Qi is so comfortable and heartwarming.

"Thank you." Gao Dongxu looked at Brother Qi very seriously and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Brother Qi smiled with satisfaction and patted Gao Dongxu on the shoulder. "We're all family, no need to be so polite. Go in and take a look. You're the expert, so you can help me take a look."

The shop was in a mess; some of the antiques that were originally displayed on the shelves had been knocked over, and others had been tagged by the police as evidence. Several technicians were taking photos and collecting evidence.

Following Brother Qi upstairs, Gao Dongxu saw all sorts of antiques laid out on the floor. He estimated there were at least one or two hundred pieces.

"Ok?"

Gao Dongxu's gaze was drawn to a half-open wooden box in the corner. He walked over, carefully lifted the lid, and inside was something wrapped in cloth with countless layers of cloth.

He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed the long, strip-shaped object wrapped in cloth. He estimated that it weighed more than a hundred pounds, which made him even more certain that this was the black gold ancient sword.

As Gao Dongxu untied the strips of cloth and uncovered the last layer of wrapping, his breath almost stopped—a chilling aura emanated from him, as if a ferocious beast were sealed within.

The scabbard was entirely black, but it was not a solid color; rather, it had a strange metallic sheen.

The scabbard is wrapped with silver threads that have oxidized and turned black. When you touch the scabbard with your fingers, you can feel a chilling sensation.

Clang—"

The air seemed to freeze the moment the blade was drawn. The blade was not the silvery white of ordinary steel, but a somber black.

The back of the blade is thick and heavy, about half a finger wide, and covered with fine lines, like the cracks in a dried-up riverbed, or some kind of ancient runes.

When Gao Dongxu closed his eyes and gently stroked the blade with his fingers, he could feel a subtle tremor, as if some bloodthirsty soul was sealed within the blade.

Even more eerie is the ancient and dangerous aura it exudes.

"The murderous blade!" Gao Dongxu's eyes snapped open, his fingers trembling slightly. The wisp of spiritual energy he had just channeled into him had revealed a bloody scene of children being slaughtered, though all the perpetrators were Westerners.

"Slaughter millions of black gold, sever the weeping of demons and gods."

Brother Qi noticed his unusual behavior and came over to ask, "What's wrong?"

Gao Dongxu took a deep breath, sheathed the black knife again, and whispered to Brother Qi, "Can I take this knife with me?"
Brother Qi smiled and said, "Wrap it up."

He then beckoned over a police officer and whispered a few words to him. Then he put his arm around Gao Dongxu's shoulder and said, "Let's go, come back with me and meet Master Wu."

Gao Dongxu quickly wrapped the black gold ancient knife back in the original cloth and put it inside his coat. There were many onlookers outside the shop, and he wouldn't take it out openly.

"Ok?"

As soon as Gao Dongxu stepped out of the store, he subconsciously looked around, searching for Zhang Qiling's figure in the crowd.

With her black hood and tall figure, she stood out even in a crowd.

They've arrived, just as expected.

Unfortunately, we arrived too late.

Seemingly sensing something, Zhang Qiling, who had been looking down and wearing a hood, raised his head slightly and met Gao Dongxu's gaze with his bright, sharp eyes, which were filled with melancholy and a hint of confusion.

"What's wrong?" Brother Qi frowned slightly, looking at Gao Dongxu who had suddenly stopped, and followed Gao Dongxu's gaze to the crowd.

"It's nothing." Gao Dongxu withdrew his gaze and said with a smile. At this moment, Zhang Qiling had already pulled down his hood and turned to disappear.

The group returned to the car, which drove through the night. Gao Dongxu realized that his intervention had completely altered the plot from the very beginning.

I wonder what kind of expression Wu Xie will have when he arrives at Wu Shan Ju to see Wu Sansheng about the dragon's spine and finds the store full of police officers.

However, the current situation may be the best for him, as he has absolute control.

As long as Wu Sansheng is controlled, then everything from the Qilin Resting Place, the jade bed, the jade figurines, and the snake-browed bronze fish at the Seven Star Lu Palace will be his.

Wu Sansheng wanted to train Wu Xie, fine, but he would gladly accept the burial goods and rare treasures.

"Dang Cang——"

The cold touch of the handcuffs sent shivers down Wu Sansheng's spine. He kept his head down, letting the police push him forward, his eyes, hidden by his disheveled bangs, quickly scanning the layout of the police station corridor. "Go in!"

Wu Sansheng was given a light push on the shoulder, and he stumbled two steps into the detention cell. The iron door slammed shut behind him with a loud clang, the lock turning with a particularly crisp sound.

"Officer, I have—"

"Stay put!" The policeman walked away without looking back, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Wu Sansheng's ingratiating smile vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression. He looked around; the detention cell was about four square meters, empty except for an iron stool fixed to the floor. There was a surveillance camera in the corner, its red light flashing.

"Damn it," Wu Sansheng cursed under his breath as he sat down on the iron stool, the coolness of the metal seeping through his thin trousers onto his skin.

Tonight's arrests came too suddenly. We've been running our gambling operation for so many years, paid all the dues, and never had any problems. How could it all be suddenly wiped out like this?
Wu Sansheng stroked his chin, a habitual gesture of his. The handcuffs on his right wrist clinked softly with the movement. He suddenly realized a detail—from the moment he was arrested until now, he had been held in solitary confinement.

This is not normal.

According to standard procedure, an antique dealer like him, caught red-handed, should be held in the same large detention cell as everyone else arrested tonight. What does solitary confinement mean?
Wu Sansheng squinted, the wrinkles on his face appearing even deeper in the dim light. What was even stranger was that, despite being here for so long, no one had come to interrogate him. He knew the police station's rules; cases like this, where someone was caught red-handed, were usually investigated immediately overnight while the iron was hot.

Time ticked by, and the detention cell was so quiet you could hear your own breathing. Wu Sansheng began mentally calculating his escape route. That kid Wu Xie should have gotten the news by now, right? Hopefully, he'll be quick-witted and go find Lao Er (the second brother) soon.
As he pondered, footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder as they approached, finally stopping in front of his detention cell. The sound of a key being inserted into the lock was exceptionally clear.

The door opened, and two uniformed police officers stood in the doorway.

"Get up and come with us."

Wu Sansheng immediately put on a smile: "Officer, where are we going?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" the younger policeman interrupted sharply. "Just go when I told you to!"

Wu Sansheng wisely shut his mouth and obediently stood up. As he passed the policeman, he noticed the numbers on the officer's badge—this wasn't the number of an ordinary police station, but rather that of the provincial police department's headquarters.

His heart sank.

Two policemen escorted him through the corridor, one on each side, but instead of heading towards the usual interrogation room, they turned into a more secluded corridor and finally stopped in front of a gray iron door.

The door opened, revealing a space larger than a typical interrogation room. A specially designed interrogation chair was fixed in the center, and the walls were lined with sound-absorbing material. Most notably, a solid wood table stood in one corner, upon which rested an object covered with a velvet cloth.

"Sit down." The policeman pointed to the chair.

Wu Sansheng was strapped to a chair, his wrists and ankles locked with metal braces. This treatment is usually reserved for extremely dangerous criminal suspects.

"Officer, my small business isn't worth this much—"

The police ignored his explanations, completed their work, and left the room, closing the door behind them.

Wu Sansheng took a deep breath and began to seriously consider his situation. This was not an ordinary interrogation process for a cultural relic smuggling case; it seemed more like some kind of special arrangement.

About ten minutes later, the door opened again.

Two people walked in.

Wu Sansheng's pupils contracted sharply. Qi Ting... that face... Wu Sansheng, a seasoned veteran, naturally remembered the faces of important figures, so he recognized him at a glance.

This made him even more nervous. He really couldn't understand how he had alarmed the top leader of the Six Doors. Wasn't this like using a cannon to kill a mosquito?

When he saw the tall, handsome young man next to Boss Qi, his heart pounded even harder. This young man was probably the reason he had been arrested.

Wu Sansheng seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes wide open, flashing with terror, and his face turned pale.

"it!"

This was the only place Wu Sansheng could think of that could possess such power.

Has my plan been exposed?

Impossible... Where did things go wrong?

Just as Wu Sansheng was deep in thought, Brother Qi turned off the camera and said to Gao Dongxu, "You talk to him. Call me if you need anything. I'm right next door."

“Okay. Brother Qi, the following conversation needs to be kept confidential,” Gao Dongxu instructed.

"Hehe, don't worry, you don't trust me?" Brother Qi laughed.

"Yes, thank you for your help," Gao Dongxu said with a smile.

Before leaving, Brother Qi came to Wu Sansheng, his expression cold and his eyes sharp as he looked at Wu Sansheng, whose face was pale and who was forcing a smile. He said indifferently, "Wu Sansheng, just answer whatever I ask you. Don't try anything funny. Whether you can get out or not is up to you."

"Understood, I will definitely cooperate, I will definitely cooperate..." Wu Sansheng said hurriedly, his face full of acquiescence and ingratiating expression.

(End of this chapter)