"I'll explain to you slowly later." After Ye Feng unlocked it, he didn't push the door immediately, but fiddled with the two handles for a while.

Anjou Prince took a closer look, only to find a thin strand of hair tied on the two handles, and was stunned again.

If Ye Feng had pushed the door open just now, he would have broken this strand of hair, thus revealing his whereabouts.

"How did you see the strands of hair?" Anjou Prince asked curiously.

The hair is so thin that it is difficult to find it.

Coupled with the fact that the sky is so dark at this time, it is even more impossible to detect.

But Ye Feng was so discerning that he could even see the strands of hair.

Anjou Princeton felt the creeps.

Why do you feel that this guy is more terrifying than a ghost?

Ye Feng was able to find the strands of hair wrapped around the handle, of course it was not by accident.

No matter how good his eyesight is, in such a dark environment, it is impossible to find a strand of hair by accident.

It was mainly discovered by the way when I was observing the copper lock just now.

He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, this Mr. Simier is really cunning enough.

The more he is like this, the more it shows that there is a problem, and the problem is still big.

After untiing his hair, he scanned it again with the system, and after confirming that there were no other problems, he slowly pushed the door open.

Anjou Prince was about to follow in, but was stopped by him, "You can't go in."

"Why?" Anjou Princeton was a little displeased.

Ye Feng immediately rolled his eyes, "Haven't you ever been a thief? All thieves know how to cooperate with each other. One acts, and the other follows."

"If the two act together, it's easy to be caught in one pot."

"Nonsense, who was a thief?" Anjou Prince said, and suddenly stared at him suspiciously, "Hey, no, why do you know so well? So, you were a thief?"

"You've only ever been a thief. You've never eaten pork or seen a pig run away, and you have to lock the door for me and wrap your hair back."

"And why?"

"Idiot!" Ye Feng tapped her smooth forehead, "If that old thing comes back suddenly and sees the door open, why don't you startle the snake?"

Anjou Prince pouted and rubbed his aching forehead, "Then why didn't I go in and you were outside?"

"That's fine, you go in and install these cameras." Ye Feng handed the cameras to her without saying a word.

"Forget it, I won't."

"Then what are you talking about? Lock the door and find a place to hide."

Ye Feng stopped talking nonsense, turned around and walked in.

Anjou Prince waved his small fist towards the air, "Why do you order me? I'm not your soldier."

Although she said so, she still followed what Ye Feng said. After locking the door, she wrapped the strand of hair around it again, and then hid in the dark again.

As soon as Ye Feng walked in, he smelled a pungent smell.

It smelled like an unknown potion, probably for old use.

Taking out a flashlight to take a photo, I was immediately stunned by the scene in front of me.

The interior space of this workshop is very large, at least several thousand square meters.

There are various workbenches for making ceramics, calligraphy and painting, and lacquerware everywhere.

Ye Feng walked to a workbench for making calligraphy and painting, and a half-made painting was thrown on the table.

After careful identification, it is a splash-ink landscape by Zhang Daqian.

The forgery technique of this painting is very sophisticated, no matter the strokes, paper, or signature are flawless.

If you don't use the system and rely on Ye Feng's own eyesight, it may be difficult to find any problems.

There is another workbench for counterfeiting calligraphy and painting like this.

In addition, there are nearly ten workbenches such as ceramics, lacquerware, and bronze ware.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these people are really insane."

Ye Feng couldn't help shaking his head and sighed, how many counterfeit products on the market flowed out from here.

This is definitely a lucrative deal.

Then comes a question, who is the boss behind this counterfeit workshop?

To be able to engage in such a large illegal business, there will be no accidents.

It can be seen that the boss behind this scene is not a simple character!

And a very important point is, it seems that these artificial fakes are not just for selling?

Maybe some big melons can be dug deep?

Ye Feng admired the fake for a while, and then took out his mobile phone to take some photos.

These will be evidence later on.

After taking the pictures, he set about installing those pinhole cameras.

The installation position of these pinhole cameras is actually a very difficult problem.

Neither can be placed in a too conspicuous position, otherwise it is easy to be found.

But we also have to consider the scene of the shooting, otherwise Bai An will be killed.

He looked around for a while before starting the installation.

Just after installing two, there was a sudden roar of cars outside.

Ye Feng was shocked immediately.

No, someone is coming!

He searched around and happened to see a wooden box next to him.

The wooden box is about one meter long and wide, and it is a box for finished lacquerware.

He hurriedly lifted the lid of the box and jumped in.

At the same time, Anjou Prince's nerves were tense, and he watched a van approaching from a distance in horror.

The van drove straight into the scrap yard.

Before the car came to a complete stop, the door was pulled open, and several burly men jumped out of it.

Everyone held a shotgun in their hands, and the cold light glowed in the night, making people creepy.

Anjou Prince recognized by the faint light that one of them was Mr. Similer, and the other was the bearded "Vulture" who was delivering goods to John Bull just now.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Unexpectedly, this group of people would go back and forth, and they all had guns.

Once Ye Feng is discovered by them, it will be a disaster.

How to do? How to do?

She was instantly anxious.

"Are you sure you have been followed?" Mr. Simer asked with a dark face.

Vulture also looked a little nervous, "We found a tracker in the car, obviously someone did it on purpose."

"Could it be that those black market dealers did it?" Mr. Simer said as he walked quickly towards the counterfeiting workshop.

"Probably not? Those black market merchants are just trying to earn a delivery commission, and they don't know what we are doing at all, so they are unlikely to take such a risk."

"Then who would it be?"

"This... I don't know either."

"waste!"

While cursing, Mr. Simer came to the counterfeiting workshop.

First checked the brass lock, it was intact.

Look at the strands of hair he arranged, which are also intact.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

But just to be cautious, he still took out the key and opened the door.

A group of people entered the workshop with shotguns in hand.

Wow...

The lights turned on, illuminating the entire interior of the workshop.

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