Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 Whispering Forest Club’s top floor, a small meeting room, twelve members of the club’s board of directors, together with the chairman of the board of Justice Weilun, and three supervisors gathered together.

　　As the chairman of the club, Justice Weilun is an eleventh-level member of Al Organization, and his enthroned title is also the ‘Judge’.

　　 And the twelve directors, Yishuier are all six-level members of the Al organization, that is, the ‘senior bachelor’.

　　 In the membership evaluation system of the Al organization, the ‘senior bachelor’ represents that they have a higher intelligence than ordinary people, and they have mastered more knowledge, and they are all outstanding people in a particular field.

　　 Like the twelve directors of the Whispering Forest Club, among them are musicians, sculptors, writers, and even mathematicians, geographers, biologists, etc.

　　 In short, in the imperial capital, they were originally quite famous and influential ‘well-known’ figures.

　　 They are all accomplished in their own fields. After they half-disclosed their Al member status, they received more respect and greater and extraordinary privileges because of this status.

For example, the director of the sculptor, for the same ten-foot-tall marble statue, his works are more than ten times more expensive than other famous sculptors...because he is a sixth-level member of Al. And his colleagues do not have this identity!

　　Privilege brings status, status brings wealth, and wealth brings more respect and privilege.

　　 This is a benign snowballing. Whispering Forest Club is a masterpiece of their status, wealth and privileges.

　　 This club is their life!

　　 The directors and supervisors who are proud of the spring breeze on weekdays sit at the conference table with gloomy expressions. They lit the cigars one by one, and the smoke billowed in the small meeting room, giving people the illusion of the smoked sausage of the peasants in the country.

　　 "The matter is very serious." Justice Weilun looked at his companions: "The treasure house was emptied... Only a small part of the cash belongs to us, and the other treasures are all consignment or deposit items."

　　 "There are still so many dead." The mathematician in the council, a little bald old man in the Mediterranean murmured: "Two heirs to dukes, and a current marquis..."

"Their death is not important." Justice Weilun took a deep look at the mathematician: "Old man, believe me, I know nobles better than you... They are dead, and someone in their family will help us calm the aftermath. ...There are many people in their family wishing them to die."

"The pressure on their deaths lies with the police department, and we have no responsibility." Justice Weilun said indifferently: "The family behind them will never let them take the five-color Tongshen San... because it is too late to disperse the medicine. The'fact' that the blood vessel burst and died leaked out."

"They will define this incident as a shameless murder... or even revenge from the enemy country..." Justice Weilun sneered a few times: "Believe me, their deaths will not bring us too much. For negative effects, we don’t have to bear too much pressure. At most, we sincerely apologize to their family, which is enough."

　　 The twelve directors looked at Justice Weilun thoughtfully.

"Trust me... we are members of Al." Justice Weilun looked at the directors with certainty: "No one wants to have grievances with Al for no reason. In this matter, we were originally the victims. Huh?"

　　 tapped his fingers **** the conference table: "Our real crisis is... in the treasure house."

　　 "We are members of Al, yes, this identity has brought us a lot of benefits... We are beyond the world, even the top nobles, they are respectful to us."

"But only we know that we members who voluntarily reveal their identities... We are not Al's'internal members', we are the facade, we are the outside-encircle, and we are a bridge between the secular world and Al. Fan portal, a channel of communication, nothing more."

　　 "Al created us, and can easily destroy us."

　　 Justice Weilun pursed his mouth, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he swallowed the blood that had poured into his throat with great difficulty.

　　 I'm getting older, so vomiting blood one by one is really terrible.

After breathing twice, Justice Weilun lowered his voice: "There are 60% of the goods in the treasury, which are trade items that Al entrusted to us... For every one we sell, we can get five points of income from it. ."

"I roughly estimated that this goods is worth about 2 billion gold marks according to the normal market value..." Justice Weilun's face turned blue and red. He resisted the urge to vomit blood and muttered in a low voice: "They are all extremely precious materials from the abyss or other mysterious places...not many, but the value is terrible."

"Moreover, I'm talking about normal market value...Some goods are going to auction, and once they go to auction, the price fluctuates twice, three times, four times, five times...Who knows?" The judge looked at the pale-faced companions and whispered softly: "The total net worth of all of us... is it enough to compensate?"

Justice Weilun said dryly: "In addition to the goods of Al, there are some... secret possessions, some distinguished guests from the club... The market value of this private collection is probably also Around 500 million gold marks."

After spitting out a **** rough breath, Justice Weilun curled up on the high-back chair: "The goods of the Al organization are okay to deal with, as long as there are enough gold marks, you can pay...but those Some precious things that VIPs have entrusted us to temporarily store...They don’t need gold marks, they must only want the originals."

　　In the board of directors, the melancholy musician said gloomily: "So, are we dead?"

Justice Weilun shook his head: "We can use our identity for the private collections of those distinguished guests. After all, we are members of Al. We can transfer the pressure to the police department... We can force the police department to give us one. explain."

"Our biggest difficulty now is the amount of goods we organized... 2 billion gold marks... Let's calculate based on this price, deduct the five points we should charge, 1.9 billion gold marks, friends ...With 1.9 billion golden marks, we will be able to survive this crisis safely!"

　　 Twelve directors, three supervisors, all of them leaned back heavily at the same time, each showing an expression of indescribability.

　　 1.9 billion golden marks!

　　 is spread evenly on each of them, and it is more than 100 million gold marks!

This is an astronomical amount of money. Even the sculptor who can sell each statue at a price ten times higher than that of his peers, his working capital is only one million, which is a distance of 100 million gold. Mark is a thousand miles away.

　　 The melancholy musician took out a delicate single-barreled flintlock pistol with ivory handle, and pressed the muzzle to his chin intentionally or unintentionally.

　　 He sighed faintly: "Then, we are dead?"

The biologist next to the musician slammed his hand out, snatched the short gun in his hand, and then cursed loudly: "Damn music lunatic...If you want to commit suicide, please run farther and don't give it to us. Troublesome...By the way, before you commit suicide, leave a will and give all your assets to the club!"

　　 The biologist said angrily: "This is your seventh impulse to commit suicide this month... assholes... Are you music lunatics like this? If you want to die, you can, make one last contribution to the club..."

The musician sighed heavily, and then put his chin on the conference table: "Then, we are dead...Anyway, we are all going to die... Well, it's helpless, you don't understand what I have in mind. Melancholy!"

The writer in the council, a middle-aged man with disheveled clothes and long greasy and sparse hair said softly: "Chairman Wilan, Whispering Forest Club, besides our council members, we still have so many secretive supporters. Shareholders...If I remember correctly, our shareholders have..."

　　 "Three dukes, eight generals...and, a large number of powerful and powerful people." Justice Weilun looked at the writer seriously, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly said, "But we all know that they can help us intimidate the Police Department to speed up the investigation, but want to get money from them... and that's it. A huge sum of money...hehe, do you think it's possible?"

　　 Justice Weilun lowered his voice and said hurriedly: “Don’t forget, why are they willing to become shareholders of the club and **** our business? Isn’t it because they are short of money?”

"It is the dividends we give them every year~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so that they can maintain the dignity of the nobles, so that they can spend time and drink freely...Because the speed of spending money is too fast, most of them even advance several times. The dividend for the coming year..."

　　 "Raise money from them? Impossible!"

　　 Justice Weilun shook his head repeatedly: "It's impossible, they can't afford to pay..."

　　The musician knocked his forehead heavily on the conference table: "Ah, praise the benevolent Muteste, we are dead!"

　　 The biologist was holding onto that delicate flintlock short gun, and he wanted to kill this babbled music maniac who was thinking of suicide every day.

　　 The door of the meeting room quietly opened, and a club manager walked in tremblingly.

"Boards, Your Excellency Weilun, the people from Shandun Company are gone... They invited people from the notary office and the police officers to testify... It proved that the door of the treasure house is in accordance with the formal procedures and uses the correct password. opened."

　　 Justice Weilun and his companions fell into a dead silence.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of suspicion and suspicion...The four sets of passwords on the door of the treasure house were kept in groups by them. Except for the chairman of Weilun, who had all four sets of passwords, the other three groups were kept in groups. Group password.

　　If the treasure house door was really opened with the correct password, then... among them, either Weilun betrayed everyone... or at least four people betrayed the club.

　　 "What else?" Justice Weilun looked at the manager coldly.

　　 "Mr. Bell Jung Bergman, I want to invite you to lunch!"