The Secret History of Mars

"Mr. Yuan, the test results show that the iron content of the off-white sand you brought back from the scene where Miss Cui disappeared is 100%! At the current level of human science and technology, it is impossible to manufacture this kind of material. Unless..." The voice on the phone was slightly hesitant.

"Unless what?" Yuan Yizhou asked.

"Unless it is a product of the non-human world!"

"I know, thank you! Later today, I will go to the identification laboratory. You don't have to wait for me to get off work. Put the samples and test results in the waiting pool, as long as I can get them." Yuan Yizhou ordered .

After putting down the phone, Yuan Yizhou fell into deep thought. 100% pure iron element materials rarely exist because iron easily reacts with other elements to form compounds. Generally speaking, "iron" refers to iron alloys containing other elements, such as steel and cast iron...

"Mr. Yuan, the driver is already downstairs. Your TV station's rehearsal is about four o'clock this afternoon. Do you want to drop by the dress shop? Designer Fei called to say that your fiancée, Ms. Xingmeng's wedding dress has been made. It’s been a while.”

Secretary Aya's professional voice brought Yuan Yizhou's thoughts back to reality. He rubbed his sore temples and replied tiredly: "Let's arrange it this way."

Aya opened the door gently and exited the office.

"Mengmeng, what happened to you? It's been forty-eight hours since you disappeared. Where are you? I must find you!" Yuan Yizhou sighed lightly, stood up from the leather boss's chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and grabbed the Wear your own cashmere jacket and take the private elevator on the top floor to the underground parking lot.

"Mr. Yuan, Xiao Ai has already uploaded the profile of Ye Qinghe and her gallery information you requested. The tablet is placed in the back seat." Du Ming, a driver in suits and leather shoes, greeted Yuan Yizhou from the elevator on the way to the car. report said.

Yuan Yizhou nodded slightly in response to Xiao Du and got into the car. As the car drove out of the parking lot, Yuan Yizhou's thoughts had already returned to the home of Christi's annual auction.

Two days ago, his fiancée Cui Xingmeng, who was about to get married next month, disappeared from the chief auctioneer's platform at that auction event in full view of everyone. During these forty-eight hours, he replayed the scene countless times in his mind, trying to find any clues about her disappearance.

It was a night when the air was filled with the fragrance of lilacs. The main hall of Christi Auction House in City A was crowded. The annual event of the auction was going on here. Buyers from all over the world came for a treasure: Xi soil!

This lot is preserved in a vacuum and water-free glass cover. It looks slightly dark red and is suspended on the stainless steel base of the glass cover. Other than that, it is no different from ordinary soil. The starting price of 300 million U.S. dollars set a record for the same category. The list of buyer invitations included many agents from political and business giants from various countries. There were even rumors that Singapore’s Temasek Holdings Group contacted the seller before the auction and tried to pay triple the price. The premium was sold in advance, so I was sure to win this lot.

"Nine hundred and thirty million once!" Chief Auctioneer Cui Xingmeng's calm yet sweet female voice echoed in the hall,

"Nine hundred and thirty million times!" The voice became more urgent, but still solemn. She elegantly raised her left hand, and raised her slender green-white jade fingers in the direction of the buyer holding the placard. She was wearing an ancient custom-made cheongsam with water ripples, and her graceful waist and hips were radiant, making her sit in the front row. Yuan Yizhou was very fascinated.

"Two billion!" There was a commotion in the whole hall. Cui Xingmeng's fair and translucent cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with excitement. She followed the direction of the sound and sent her right hand. When she saw the person who said these three words, she suddenly froze, her hand hung in the air, and she forgot to repeat the quote.

Ye Qinghe? ! How could she bid for land?

Yuan Yizhou was very keenly aware of the abnormality of his fiancée. He turned around and looked in the direction pointed by Cui Xingmeng's right hand. The moment he met Ye Qinghe's eyes, he understood Xingmeng's gaffe.

Ye Qinghe, the operator of Miemeng Gallery, has been extremely active in the auction world recently. The annual finale calligraphy and paintings from several major auction houses have been collected by the gallery. Ye Qinghe herself is also a hot topic in the auction world. As the only legal owner of the gallery, she has never appeared at the auction site. She always bids through an agent. How could she appear here today, bidding for non-calligraphy and painting categories? The soil?

"Two and a half billion!" Apparently the bidder on the left didn't intend to give up.

"Five billion!" The still cold voice attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Ye Qinghe obviously didn't care about these looks, and there was no trace of emotion on his cold and beautiful face.

"Five billion once!" Cui Xingmeng, who came back to his senses, lost no time in repeating this sky-high price.

"Five billion twice!" She repeated quickly, for fear that Ye Qinghe would change his mind.

"Six billion!" The voice sounded annoyed, and the bidder on the left seemed to be making a last ditch effort.

"Ten billion!" Ye Qinghe raised his voice, slowly stood up from his seat, and looked down at the audience. At this time, Yuan Yizhou noticed that Ye Qinghe was wearing a dress similar to Cui Xingmeng's. No, it was made of similar material. It was as soft as silk and like running water. It fit as snugly as his own skin, but it had more movement with him than his skin. Light and elegant.

In the end, the final decision was made. Xilang was acquired by Miemeng Gallery for a transaction price of 10 billion U.S. dollars. The crowd was still unsatisfied with the passionate auction process, so after the auction, there was supposed to be a handover ceremony for the buyers and sellers. But it attracted more people’s attention and attention.

"Ms. Ye, please move to the main auction stage!" Cui Xingmeng was very excited. I wonder if it was because of the lighting. Yuan Yizhou saw that her original silver-starred cheongsam had a bit of blush, which was very similar to the color of Cui Xingmeng's cheeks.

The corners of Ye Qinghe's mouth raised slightly, and he walked towards the auction table. When he passed the front row, he glanced at Yuan Yizhou, but he still couldn't see any emotion on her.

"Can I please ask Miss Cui to hand over the soil to me personally?" Ye Qinghe said in a polite but unobjectionable tone.

"Of course, no problem!" Cui Xingmeng put on the white gloves prepared by her assistant, carefully reached out to the glass cover on the display stand, held the stainless steel base in both hands, and walked to Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe was not in a hurry to take Xi Ran. She raised her right hand and stroked the glass cover. The giant diamond ring on her index finger was particularly dazzling under the column light. Two beauties are standing face to face, with a tens of billions worth of auction items between them. This scene is very eye-catching.

Yuan Yizhou noticed at this time that although the material of Ye Qinghe's dress was similar to that of his fiancée's cheongsam, the color was very different. Ye Qinghe's silver was as cold as an iceberg, while Xingmeng's silver was tinged with powder and as bright as the Milky Way.

At this time, suddenly the lights in the venue began to flicker messily. Everyone looked around, wondering if there was a problem with the power supply, when they suddenly heard Yuan Yizhou yelling: "Mengmeng!"

When the crowd's attention returned to the main auction stage again, what they saw in front of them made people stunned. The glass cover had been shattered all over the floor. Auction goddess Cui Xingmeng was completely wrapped in dark red soil, and the last exposed hand had turned translucent. Yuan Yizhou, who was only one step away from the auction stage, rushed towards his fiancée like an arrow from a string, but only caught a handful of gray-white sand!

Cui Xingmeng was swallowed by Xirang!

"Mr. Yuan, are you thinking about Miss Xingmeng again?" Du Ming saw Yuan Yizhou's pale face through the rear mirror and asked with concern.

"After two traffic lights, we will reach the dress shop. Designer Fei should be waiting for you in the shop." Yuan Yizhou didn't say anything, just nodded.

Yuan Yizhou retracted his memories and calmed down his emotions, "Fei Yu has always insisted on interviews. Does he know something about Xingmeng's disappearance?"