Seeing that Julian was a little frustrated, Watson smiled knowingly and said,
"Dear Miss Julian, I have a long story to tell you. Would you like to hear it?"
"What... What do you think?" Julian was still in a daze.
"The old fire gun used by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty I told you before was taken away by my collector friend last night."
"You know, I never care about this kind of thing to my friend. Besides, he gave me this gun of Napoleon as a gift."
Of course, Julian didn't know, because it was Watson who made it up on the spot. In fact, he had prepared more.
The so-called higher the priest was, and the higher the devil was, which was Watson's method.
Julian shook her head in confusion.
Watson continued, "Everyone, this old fire gun has a long history. The only flaw is that it can't be shot."
"But you can feel it with your hands. It feels like it has a heavy soul."
In fact, Watson knew it very well, but with this gun, no one was willing to pay too much for it.