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"Winslow? Are you just talking about Mr. Winslow?"

"It is, as you know, Mr. Conanbee is in seclusion, and I'll help him with something, you can verify like Scotland Yard, and the Merck Sheriff of Scotland Yard knows who I am."

Xiang Lan smiled slightly, and an irrespectful and mysterious expression appeared on her face.

"No, I don't mean to doubt your identity. You know, Mr. Winslow hasn't been to London for a long time, and I'm just a little surprised."

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"So that's it." Jones smiled friendly and nodded, then he showed a self-conceived expression, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered something, I lost my companion."

Jones walked out the door and Xiang Lan could hear him calling Scotland Yard to confirm his identity.

After a while, Jones hung up the phone and walked back. Xiang Lan could see that he became obviously enthusiastic.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I've been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay, I just happened to have time to taste this coffee."

Xiang Lan continued to take a sip of the steaming black liquid in her hand, and her face was filled with indescribable enjoyment.

Seeing this scene, Jones immediately took out a pack of bulging paper bags from his desk and placed them carefully on the table.

"If you like, you can bring some back."

"Back to the point, do I have anything to help Mr. Winslow?"

"I think you know too. Mr. has hired 12 assistants one after another. Now Mr. is completing one with his assistants...well... According to Mr. himself, a great mission." Xiang Lan put down the coffee cup and looked at the man in front of him with a smile. "Mr. found a book from the library called "Real Witchcraft". Mr. has received endless inspiration from it. He wants to complete a copy, um...real art."

"It's so great! So is Mr. done? I wish I could run to Conan Bi now!" Jones showed an excited expression on his face.

"Don't worry, believe me, you'll see." Xiang Lan stretched out a hand and pressed it on Jones' shoulder, signaling him to calm down. "But it was precisely because of the twelve assistants that Mr.'s expenses were a bit overspent, so Mr. hoped to sell some of his works."

When she said this, Xiang Lan paused deliberately and looked at the agent in front of her with her sharp eyes.

It is better to proceed step by step for money-related matters.

Because of the previous guarantee from Sheriff Merck, Mr. Jones not only did not doubt it, but also seemed very enthusiastic.

"Ah, that's all this little thing, why bother to let you come? So, which piece of work is sir?"

"The painting is so big that I didn't bring, because the perfect work is about to be completed. Mr. seems to want to clear his residence in London. Have you ever seen it at Mr.'s house? The painting "The Feast of the Ghouls"."

From now on, all the information that Xiang Lan has mastered comes in handy. If Chen Xuan and others are by his side, they will immediately understand the purpose of his valuation and observation before.

"Ah! Yes! "Ghost's Feast"! In addition to the Tentacle Girl series, it is Mr.'s most proud work!"

"It won't be soon. Mr. I hope to sell it and make a living for the new work." Xiang Lan smiled.

"After you say this, I am increasingly looking forward to Mr.'s work."

Jones rubbed his hands. It seemed that he really admired Winslow very much. He could only say that he was following the believer who had been brainwashed successfully.

In a sense, he is also very pitiful.

A poor person must have something hateful, which is inevitable.

"I can reveal that the new work is a statue of a girl."

The so-called statue of a girl is the soul sculpture that Lemon touched with his hands when he entered the hut.

As for why Xiang Lan knew so clearly, it was because Chen Xuan told him everything when he called him long ago.

"Oh!! I'm so looking forward to it!! At that time, the gentleman asked me to find so many laymen, and I was worried that they would cause an accident with clumsy!"

"Some of them did cause a lot of trouble, but the last candidate, Mr. Mary, is very good." Xiang Lan paused when she mentioned Elizabeth's brother, Jason Mary, but the agent did not seem to notice anything wrong.

"That's good, that's good, by the way, don't tell your husband, in fact, Mr. Mary regards his family as a well-educated family background, which does not meet his requirements." Jones subconsciously glanced around and saw that there was no one - how could anyone be - and immediately approached Xiang Lan and said mysteriously, "When he came to apply for the job, he claimed to be free from worries, but I could see at a glance that he was lying. After I exposed the lies, Mr. Mary confessed to me that he was very obsessed with his works, just like me, and what we like happened to be the Tentacle Girl series."

“So you were moved?”

"Yes, if it were me, I would definitely do this, so I concealed his life story from Mr. and recommended him to Mr. Jones looked a little panicked, "You won't tell Mr., right?"

"Of course, of course, after all, we are friends. Mr. Mary has helped Mr. Winslow a great favor. Thank you, you are too late!" Xiang Lan pretended to look at the watch on his wrist, and made a anxious look. "Time is limited, so let's talk about the main business first. Mr. hopes to sell all the girls' statues on the second floor of the mansion, including seven works of "Ghost Banquet". Because time is tight, Mr. did not have time to pack these things, and he would like to ask you to move them to Mr.'s mansion in person."

"Yes." Jones nodded.

"As for the payment, sir, I hope you can give me some of the money first. I will take today's train to sir. As I said before, sir is in urgent need of money now."

"Is this true? No problem, no problem, definitely no problem. How much money does sir need? Tell me, I'll get it."

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Chapter completed!