Gate of Revelation Chapter 223: [It’s yours] (below)
Chapter 223 [It's Yours] (Next)
Xian Yin seemed to smile: "I'm afraid in the past 1,000 years, I'm the first person to have seen the hilt and the blade of a sword completely. ≧,"
"It seems to be so." Chen Xiaolian nodded: "Your family ancestors have only seen the blade, you have seen it intact."
He looked at Xianyin's eyes: "Now ... you can honor your words."
Xian Yin nodded: "Well, okay, I won't break my word. But ... you should know, I haven't brought the sword with me, I can take you to get it."
"Where to go? Your home?"
"Of course not." Xianyin smiled: "Surely this kind of thing will not be hidden in any vault in the house. Those who attacked me must have gone to my house to search."
"So, you hid it in a safe place?"
Xian Yin said faintly: "Rest assured, the place is safe, and no one will think of hiding places."
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Four people immediately left the stone castle and were led by Xianyin to the location of the blade.
This location surprised Chen Xiaolian.
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About two in the afternoon, the car drove to a place in the West End called Boning Street.
Like most streets in London, this street is not wide and has only two lanes in both directions. The buildings on either side are not high-rise buildings.
But the environment is quiet, the streets are clean, and sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the road.
The car stopped at the intersection of this street according to the guidance of Xianyin.
The left side of the front is facing an iron fence gate.
Chen Xiaolian glanced at the copper sign on the gate.
"Isa Art Museum"
Chen Xiaolian frowned: "What is this place?"
"A private art museum, very small." Xianyin sat in the co-pilot position: "This museum is funded by our family, um, to be precise. In fact, we invested, it can be regarded as me Family property.
This is not surprising. In the UK, many nobles who like art will invest in small museums. "
"You ... hide the blade here?"
Chen Xiaolian looks at the building in front of him.
The fence gate is a small courtyard, a circular fountain, and a bronze statue in the middle.
There is only one building in the yard. It was a three-story red house with red bricks that looked very old.
Some people got out of the car and crossed the road to the fence gate.
Looking at the closed fence door, Chen Xiaolian frowned: "Isn't it open here?"
"Private museums are generally not open to the public. Only occasionally, nobles will hold some art salons here, or invite some more famous artists to put their works on the exhibition list. Of course, here Some of our family's own art works are also stored and exhibited. However, they are usually in the basement and can only be taken out when they need to be displayed.
Xian Yin answered very dullly. She walked to the side of the electronic lock of the fence door. This is an electronic lock with input password. When Xianyin pressed the password, the fence door opened automatically.
"Is there no administrator here?" Chen Xiaolian looked at the quiet yard.
"It's tea time, gentlemen." Xianyin smiled slightly: "You really don't understand the lives of British people."
After the fence door opened, Xianyin walked in first, and Chen Xiaolian and others followed.
The fountain in the yard is also not open, and there is not even water in it.
The sculpture in is not a classical sculpture. Not even a samurai.
It surprised Chen Xiaolian, this sculpture. It was actually a man in a gown, a bowler hat, and a crutch in his hand.
The bronze sculpture is probably made on a one-to-one scale.
"Who is this?"
"My great-grandfather." Xianyin smiled: "This museum was built by him at that time. It is an ancient place ... experienced by the Germans bombing London in World War II.
The place was bombed and the house collapsed in half. Even the bronze statue of my great-grandfather was temporarily moved to the basement. Otherwise it would have been destroyed. "
Chen Xiaolian walked to the gate of the museum.
The gate is locked, Chen Xiaolian glanced at Xianyin.
"Don't look at me. Do you think I will carry the keys to all my industries with me when I go out?" Xianyin pouted.
The tire went up, he took out a shovel and shoveled it down. Just smashed the door open.
"Please." The tire glanced at Xianyin.
It's really small here. Compared with the museum in the real sense that Chen Xiaolian is familiar with, the gap is too far away.
The lobby is almost exactly a large living room.
The hallways on the left and right lead to two large lounges. Xianyin introduced that it was the venue for the salon during the exhibition, but it is now empty.
"Everything is hidden in the basement." Xianyin said lightly: "There is a storage room there, using a constant temperature and humidity system to keep some of our family's treasured artworks. Of course, you want to find the sword in the stone The blade is also there. "
Chen Xiaolian frowned: "Hide things in your own museum storeroom ... do you think this place is safe?"
"If it was n’t for monsters like you, or those that attacked me ... such a store is safe enough. I do n’t know how valuable this thing is. In recent generations of our family, we have only kept It's just an ordinary piece of antique art, in fact, it's just a piece of rusty metal. "
There is a small elevator in the lobby. Take the elevator to the underground.
Obviously, this basement is deep, but the ventilation system is good.
After reaching the basement by elevator, you won't feel breathless here.
The elevator comes out as an aisle, and the aisle only looks like a short four or five meters, with a round arch at the end, and the gate is metal.
This metal door should be the same thing as the vault door in the bank.
Xian Yin walked to the gate of the vault. She first entered the unlock code, then picked up a scanner, and a red light scanned her eyes.
Ding, it shows that the scan passed.
The door to this heavy vault slowly opens.
"The vault was built by Zengzu. But the gate and access control system of this vault were replaced by my father. Maybe later, with new technology, I will replace it with a higher level." Xianyin pointed to insurance Kumen's door: "So, now it's okay, let's go in."
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The vault is bigger than expected!
Chen Xiaolian walked in and looked around. It's about the size of a standard basketball court.
There are many special cabinets on both sides. And some iron frames.
Chen Xiaolian noticed that there are indeed many artworks here.
At least from the bare iron frames, he saw a lot of Eastern-style porcelain.
There are vases and plates of various sizes.
Chen Xiaolian doesn't know much about art, but he picks up a round plate with a beautiful blue pattern on it.
I looked at the bottom of the plate.
"The Qianlong Emperor of the Qing Dynasty"
Chen Xiaolian stunned.
"This thing is real?" Chen Xiaolian glanced at the contents on the shelf ... There were more than thirty similar plates, and there were many bottles and so on. He glanced at Xianyin: "Will your ancestors have participated in the Eight-Power Allied Forces?"
"Does this question make sense?" Xianyin said lightly.
Chen Xiaolian thought for a while, but said nothing, and put the plate back on the shelf.
Along the wall. There are also many oil paintings, some hanging on the wall and others wrapped and placed on the ground.
Chen Xiaolian even saw two quaint stone statues.
"Maya? Aztec?" Chen Xiaolian looked at Xianyin.
"I'm not an expert either. As far as art is concerned, I only know oil paintings better."
Chen Xiaolian's eyes turned around, and suddenly he found that there was a strange thing on a cabinet.
This is actually ...
An umbrella? !!
Huh?
Chen Xiaolian took a closer look. Step closer.
Yes, it's really an umbrella.
is the most common kind. Honest umbrella with wooden handle.
Black umbrella cloth. The skeleton of the umbrella should be metal, but it is not too rusty to leave.
This is strange.
This kind of thing is also art?
Chen Xiaolian really can't see anything special about this thing.
This kind of umbrella ... Although the style is a bit old, if you go to a flea market, I'm afraid to grab a lot.
"This is also your family?" Chen Xiaolian smiled at the umbrella on the shelf.
"The product may not necessarily be valuable." Xianyin slowly said, "Maybe it's just for people who have this thing, it has some special meaning."
Xian Yin glanced at the umbrella and smiled bitterly: "I don't know why this thing is here. It should be my grandfather or great-grandfather here. Maybe something more meaningful to them."
Chen Xiaolian is a little curious, but just a little curious. After looking at it twice, he turned his eyes away.
"So, where is the blade?" He looked at Xianyin.
Xian Yin came to a row of cabinets on the right. She glanced briefly, and then went to the second and third cabinets.
Xian Yin opened the cabinet with a wooden box in it.
Bar shape.
Chen Xiaolian and the spare tire went immediately.
Xian Yin opened the wooden box, and Chen Xiaolian's eyes narrowed immediately.
In the wooden box is a long metal bar.
There is a lot of rust on it ... but it is clear that this thing is much better than the hilt.
Probably because it has been in the hands of the Norman family and has been well preserved.
So although there is some rust on it, it is not as broken as the hilt.
At least, you can also see what the original blade looks like.
"It's yours now." Xian Yin smiled slightly, handed the box to Chen Xiaolian, and took the initiative to step back.
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[Thank you for your blessing ~
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At 4 pm on the 22nd, at Changtai Plaza, Pudong New Area, Shanghai, I will attend a readers' meeting held at the starting point.
Welcome our friends in Shanghai to visit. 】
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………… (to be continued ...)