After entering the basement, Poushi Qinglan looked around the somber-toned space and took a deep breath. Her mood, which had been as gloomy as the recent endless rain, brightened considerably. She felt as though she could smell the Romanov Dynasty.
When Jiang Xia entered, he had originally been in the mood to tour the treasure vault.
But after a quick glance around, he fell silent: the collection pieces with any display value were laid out only on a few shelves in the farthest corner, too distant to make out clearly.
Instead, statues filled the Basement—every single one was a statue of Rasputin. It was practically as if the "Demon Monk" had assembled his own terracotta army.
Jiang Xia looked at the statues on either side, their eyes glaring and their faces covered in beards. "..." He had known that Scorpion's mindset differed from ordinary people's, but wasn't this hobby a little too bizarre...?
"Heh, you woke up surprisingly fast."
As he was looking around, Poushi Qinglan's voice suddenly came from beside him.
Poushi Qinglan had hurried back to the base just now, and only then had she regained a measure of Sense of Security.
She had been about to free up her hands to deal with Jiang Xia when she abruptly discovered that the Detective's eyes were open. Remembering the dose of Anesthetic she had injected earlier, her expression remained cold, but a silent sheen of sweat had already broken out across her back—just how resistant to drugs was this Detective? He had woken up so quickly. Luckily, to be safe, she had injected enough at the castle to kill someone, making Jiang Xia hold on until now before waking up. Otherwise, if this Monster had awakened on the road and seized the steering wheel, that would have been