Chapter 312: Expert Group Receives News, Temple Reliefs Disappear!

When King Charles and the Yingguo Prime Minister rushed toward Russell Square, the duty room of the London Metropolitan Police Service also received a call from Baijinhangong.

"Hello, London Metropolitan Police Service."

The Yingguo police officer answering the phone, pot-bellied, said carelessly while holding the receiver and eating a beef burger.

"What did you say?!"

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the line had said, it gave the fat police officer a sudden, unexpected fright!

"Alright, alright, alright, I will go notify Detective Wesley immediately!"

At the same time, at the London Metropolitan Police Service, the Expert Group.

At this moment, Wesley and several experts were sitting around the office desk.

Inside the room, smoke swirled, and the coffee cups on the table had reached their bottoms.

On the white blackboard, dense clues were like a tangled mess of hemp!

Just at this moment, the door to the Expert Group office was suddenly knocked upon!

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The urgent knocking broke the silence in the room.

Hearing the sound, Wesley put down his pipe and said, "Please come in!"

"Det... Detective!"

Before long, a pot-bellied police officer burst into the office, panting for breath.

"What happened, Tom?" Wesley turned his head, looking at him as if looking at a monster.

"Detective, emergency situation!"

"What emergency situation?"

"Russell Square... that Chu Chen is currently at Russell Square; he just robbed the British Museum!"

"Clang!"

Hearing this sentence, the pipe Wesley had been rubbing in his hand suddenly fell to the floor: "What did you say?"

It was not just him; at this moment, the other experts also stopped what they were doing and looked in unison at the fat police officer!

"The British Museum?"

Wesley's voice rose uncontrollably, carrying a trace of trembling that he himself had not noticed!

He had never dreamed that Chu Chen would set his sights on the British Museum.

"Ye... yes, Detective!"

"Is the information accurate?" Wesley asked him in a deep voice to confirm.

"Accurate!" The fat police officer's voice was almost on the verge of tears.

Just as he finished speaking, Wesley's phone rang.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

Hearing the sound, he immediately picked up the phone: "Hello, I am Wesley!"

As a deep male voice sounded from the other end of the line, Wesley's expression also underwent a subtle change.

"Understood, sir!"

After hanging up the phone, Wesley's face was ashen, and he said to his assistant David beside him: "Quickly notify the Special Weapons and Tactics Team and all mobile units to rush to Russell Square immediately!"

"Everyone!"

Immediately following, his gaze swept across the dumbfounded experts filling the room, every word squeezed out from between his teeth: "Chu Chen... has just ransacked the British Museum... his actions have already alarmed the King and the Prime Minister..."

Silence!

Incomparable silence!

As if a silent bomb had been detonated in the conference room!

Dr. Li Changyu was the first to react; he slowly took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose hard, attempting to digest this absurd piece of news.

"The British Museum..."

He muttered in a low voice, his habitually calm and rational tone filled with extreme shock:

"The security level there is second to none globally... How did he manage it? Could it be magic?"

Li Changyu felt a dizziness as his perception was subverted; Chu Chen's actions this time had already exceeded the scope of what his decades of criminal investigation experience could understand.

Immediately following, Liu Xuemin also slowly spoke up: "How is this possible?"

"Everyone, now is not the time to discuss these things; we must set off!"

Having said that, he did not wait for the agreement of the several experts, immediately grabbed his coat, and was the first to rush out of the conference room!

The police sirens wailed.

Piercing the clear sky of London.

The motorcade rushed toward Russell Square like an arrow released from a bow.

At this moment, Russell Square was already packed solid by tens of thousands of onlookers!

Wave after wave of applause and screams soared straight into the clouds!

Every time Chu Chen read out a name, a cultural relic would cross space to return to its homeland.

The Rosetta Stone turned into a stream of light within the laser barrier and appeared at the entrance of the Cairo Museum!

The Parthenon relief dissolved from the walls of the National Gallery!

The incomplete columns of the Yadian Weicheng miraculously restored to wholeness!

The Dunhuang Mural Scrolls unfurled under the eyes of the public, and the flying celestial maidens drifted toward the newly completed new pavilion of the Dunhuang Academy!

Within five minutes, countless more cultural relics had returned to their hometowns!

"Alright, everyone, next, let us see, the next cultural relic to go home is—"

Looking at the text on the label, Chu Chen hesitated slightly, then continued: "Everyone, this is a highly controversial artifact. These sculptures were originally decorated on the exterior of the Parthenon and were completed by the sculptor Phidias. Speaking of this, perhaps some of you already know what this artifact is? That's right, it is the Hera Temple Reliefs!"

"These reliefs, totaling ninety-two pieces, are currently housed in the British Museum. They depict in detail the incredibly intense battle scenes from Hera mythology, such as the battle between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, as well as the battle between the Greeks and the Amazons! They are well-deserved treasures of human civilization and an indispensable part of Hera history."

"These precious artifacts should have been passed down through the ages together with the Temple of Hera, but now they have ended up in the same place by different routes, which is truly regrettable. More than two hundred years ago, several Yingguo explorers forcibly stripped them from the temple, leaving an indelible scar on human history. But it doesn't matter; today, I will use my magic to restore all of this!"

Following Chu Chen's words, the reliefs in the Greek Gallery of the British Museum indeed underwent subtle changes!

At this moment, in the Greek Gallery, the emergency lighting cast a layer of eerie blue cold glow over the ancient reliefs.

That set of reliefs known as the pinnacle of classical art, the "Fate Goddesses Relief," began to emit a soft, unearthly halo from the inside out without any external force!

At the same time, those hard stones seemed to be melting, gradually becoming as warm and moist as mutton-fat jade, and then presenting a transparency like amber!

The folds of their robes, hailed as the work of gods, no longer looked like stone-carved textures, but truly transformed into flowing, shimmering light gauze, fluttering slightly in an invisible rhythm!

The entire process was silent, like ice melting in the sun, only accelerated a thousand times over!

In just an instant, those female curves and flowing drapery, filled with Life, turned into a final ripple of light, dissipating completely into the air like a sigh.

The niche that originally enshrined the miracle was now left with only an empty, cold stone pedestal!

Immediately following, the calamity spread to the entire wall bearing the Parthenon Frieze.

That stone-carved scroll, tens of meters long, depicting the grand procession of the Panathenaic Festival, seemed to be slowly "closed" by an invisible giant hand!

The scene did not shatter or peel off, but rather, it was a more eerie erasure at the spatial level!

The outlines of the reliefs began to twist slightly, and light refracted and bent unnaturally on their surfaces, making the heroic posture of the young horsemen, the outlines of the chariots, and the figures of the maidens holding offerings ripple like reflections cast into Water!

Subsequently, these "reflections" began to fade from the "surface of the water" of reality!

The stone-carved patterns began from the most vivid protruding parts, with colors and textures fading and peeling away layer by layer, as if the foundation of their existence was being pulled away!

The magnificent procession, along with the historical moments of their existence, vanished smoothly and silently, section by section!

It was not a collapse, but rather like being steadily erased from the canvas of reality by an invisible, giant eraser!

Finally, when all the strange phenomena subsided, the lights remained, but they illuminated an unusually smooth, empty wall, leaving only some inexplicable, lighter-colored rock marks to prove that there had once been extraordinary attachments there!

At the same time, the other reliefs did not escape unscathed.

Those metope reliefs depicting the fierce battle between the Lapiths and the Centaurs!

Amidst the slight ripples in space, they maintained their most intense combat postures and quietly faded away like a mirage!

The Caryatids from the Erechtheion also transformed from solid load-bearing columns into wisps of dissipating moonlight!

When the last trace of the stone carvings was stripped from reality, the entire Greek Gallery seemed to have experienced a silent collapse of civilization!

The lights still shone coldly, but all they could illuminate was a void that made the soul tremble.

In the air, there seemed to remain the faint, stardust-like light debris that drifted slowly as the marble particles dissipated...

Seeing this, the tourists in the entire Greek Gallery were all stunned on the spot, like statues!