Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Songpa Sculpture Workshop, an ordinary place named after its owner, specializes in Buddhist sculptures, but it was the first scene of this murder.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological reason. Although there are Buddha statues everywhere in this sculpture room, there is nothing that makes people feel at ease. Some of them are just more eerie.

"The air flow is scattered in all directions and never comes back. This is simply a haunted house~ Do it faster, it's not a good place to stay here for a long time." Tang Ren took out the dragon-seeking ruler at some point, and the police chief who followed him rolled his eyes.

Both of his men were weird. One assistant was involved in the robbery, and the horse boy led by the other was a great stickman. He felt very tired.

Ron's system, which had not seen any movement for a long time, suddenly issued a prompt: "Found the golden legendary equipment: Tang Renzu passed down the Dragon-Seeking Ruler. Whenever you feel confused, he will point you to the direction of life again."

The introduction was simple, but Ron knew that something that could be regarded as a golden legend was definitely not that simple! Ron was already thinking about how to leave when he had the opportunity to take the dragon-seeking ruler with him.

Of course, it is not now. If the time and space line does not change, Tang Ren will bring her baby to the United States with Qin Feng sooner or later. That will be the plot of "Detective Chinatown 2". There will be plenty of opportunities then.

Qin Feng over there had already put on plastic goggles and began to explore the evidence at the scene one by one. His technique looked professional at first glance, and he was indeed a student who planned to go to the police academy.

"There is indeed no other entrance here." Qin Feng concluded after checking.

"Nonsense, our police are professional no matter how you say it. If there were other entrances here, they would have checked them out long ago." The director protested dissatisfied. After all, Tang Ren had Ron's support, and the director's tone of voice couldn't help but be polite. point.

Walking through the hall and coming to the lounge, there was a DV player placed next to the computer, facing the user. Unfortunately, the memory card in the DV player had been removed. Ron glared at the director.

"I didn't take the things here. When our people got here, there was nothing in the DV player."

Well, it seemed that the police were not too rubbish. Ron noticed something unusual. He seemed to have remembered something, but it was not so clear.

"The room is clean and has no smell. He is either a transvestite or a gay." Tang Ren commented on Songpa's bedroom, and then got under the bed: "Junior brother Lao Qin, come here and see why there are a pair of footprints down here?"

"Why are there footprints on the wall under the bed?" Several people came over together, and even the director showed a surprised expression. They had never found this before when they explored the site.

"I don't think anyone would choose to sleep under the bed instead of sleeping in a good bed." Ron finally connected all the things in his memory:

"Perhaps there were not only two people in this room at first, but Songpa. The other person was the murderer of Songpa, the one who called my senior brother Tang Ren to transport the gold."

"Or, it's not known whether the box he shipped out was gold. Maybe the box contained a living person?"

Ron's words moved all three of them: "There are many examples of using boxes to transport people in and out of murder scenes. This plot is used in many novels, such as Jack Futrell's "The Vanishing" In the book "Radium", the murderer hid in the suitcase and sneaked into the institute."

Qin Feng suddenly realized and raised his hand: "Yes, I have read this book!"

The director asked: "Then I don't understand, how did the murderer get in? Obviously the surveillance did not capture him coming in or leaving at all. I said he left hiding in the suitcase, so how did he get in?"

"That's your problem, come on, little detective." Ron patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, and then turned his gaze to the director: "Now the murderer will continue to follow this clue and continue to trace it. He will definitely find out, my senior brother and the two of them. I will help you, and this case is basically solved. The evidence here is of no use, why not let me buy one and take it home? This Buddha statue looks good."

Ron walked around the Buddha statue that was missing a magic pestle in his hand twice and praised it.

"Um..." The police chief hesitated a little. You said you are a good white man. If you don't believe in Jesus, what kind of Buddha do you believe in?

No matter how he looked at it, something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out where it was.

"Don't worry, I will pay you. How much does a Buddha statue of this size cost?" Ron looked at Tang Ren.

"The general price of a Buddha statue of this size is around 10,000 baht, and one with better workmanship can be sold for 15,000 baht."

Well, he took out his wallet and put a pile of money in the director's hand: "Here are 20,000 baht. No need to look for it. Help me ship this to this address in Los Angeles. How much is the shipping cost? Or you can treat the brothers to tea. .”

"By the way, since this is my personal belongings, I can just go through the IRS inspection-free lane, which is faster."

Ron dropped the money carelessly and turned to leave. Tang Ren quickly ran over and stopped him: "Junior brother, do you not care about me anymore?"

"Didn't I help you get rid of the suspicion of the gold robbery case? I believe classmate Xiao Qin can handle the rest. You guys work hard, I'm here for vacation."

Ron took away his clothes and walked out of the crime scene, leaving the three people staring at him.

"Old Qin, what should we do now?"

"Of course we will continue to investigate."

"Tang Ren! Help your junior brother pack this thing first and send it out, quickly." The police chief flicked his sleeve and put a 500-plant banknote in Tang Ren's hand: "This is the shipping fee."

"Didn't I just give you 20,000 baht from my junior brother?"

"The rest is money to buy the Buddha statue. Go quickly!" the director scolded.

After Ron left the scene of the crime, he did not leave directly, but hid in a corner. It was not until he confirmed that the Buddha statue had been transported by the Tang Dynasty on the plane and shipped to Los Angeles by air that he walked out of the shadows with satisfaction and went to the airport front desk. : "Please give me the fastest ticket to Los Angeles, thank you."

Sixteen hours later, after a long sleep on the plane, Ron finally returned to Los Angeles. In Sheldon's apartment, he arrived at the same time as a large Buddha statue, with Ron standing next to it holding a hammer.

"This is the moment to witness a miracle. Don't let me down." After saying that, Ron hit his arm hard.

"Boom!" The plaster on the outer surface of the Buddha statue's arm shattered, gravel splashed everywhere, and a dazzling golden light emerged from the shattered area.

It was the gold that Ron had been waiting for.