Chapter 2148: Open treasure box

Although he has been on the right path for so many years, Scott's craftsmanship in his youth has not been lost.
After all, stealing was one of the means he used to make a living in the Hell's Kitchen. It was like riding a bicycle. Once learned, it became a physical memory, and it was difficult to forget it.
The gorgeous decoration inside the mansion is almost as expected, all kinds of valuable things can be seen everywhere, antique silver tableware, beautiful foreign vases, incomprehensible paintings, etc., so that Scott is dizzy.
But he was still calm. Once he made up his mind to do this, his legs stopped trembling, his hands stopped trembling, he just wanted to make money to go back to treat his daughter.
He knows the iron rule of burglary. Without a companion, the most important thing is to recognize his own weight limit and vehicle capacity.
If you can't see the large LCD TV, you can move it and bring a double-door refrigerator or something. That's not realistic.
Adult males can basically maintain a normal speed of action when they carry a weight of 25 kg, and running and jumping are not greatly affected. The four-door family car, including the rear seat, co-pilot, and trunk, has a volume of about three to four cubic meters, and the space is still very fragmented.
In addition to the special circumstances today, he still has to avoid alien bugs that may come here at any time, so there is a lot of time to screen the things to take away, to ensure that it is convenient to carry, and the value is as high as possible.
If there is something wrong with Scott, it is that he likes to talk to himself.
The growth environment is not good, the life pressure is heavy, and he has been in prison. He has not become a serial killer, but a slight schizophrenia is considered good.
The solid wood floor was a little slippery when stepped on it. That was because the dust had not been cleaned for a long time. The soles of the shoes creaked on the floor and it felt like entering a slightly cleaner haunted house.
"Generally speaking, rich people have two safes in their homes." Scott was fairly calm. He spoke to himself, turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone and stuffed it into his chest pocket: "One is on the bright side. The one above, there are some less important things in it. The other one will be hidden and there are treasures in it."
The most ideal goods are jewelry or bearer bonds. The former has a higher upper limit and the latter is easier to sell. Each has its own advantages. Those who know how to deal with works of art such as oil paintings will take it. The average thief has no knowledge and will not touch those things.
With the lighting, Scott walked to the center of the house, but he stopped suddenly when he was about to enter the corridor.
It turned out that because the dust was stirring in the air, he inadvertently noticed the faint laser beam in front of him, which seemed to be an alarm device.
"Well, the W90 laser through-beam alarm is considered an old model." He squatted down, carefully checked the position of the transmitter, and then used an electrician's tool to remove the thing.
Don't ask why, it's an occupational disease. Electrical engineers can't help seeing this kind of thing.
After the alarm was removed, he clapped his hands in satisfaction, as if proud of his craftsmanship, then slid against the wall like a mouse and got into the study.
In the study, there is a large desk and several cabinets of books. There are photos on the surrounding furniture, showing the sweet appearance of a man and woman.
It's just that from the perspective of clothing and hairstyle, it was at least twenty years ago.
"So love will disappear, right?"
Scott, with his mouth tilted, picked up the photo and shook his head. After being dumped by his ex-wife, he is now in a state of "not believing in love". Seeing such a sweet photo, he couldn't help but comment.
And this empty house made him believe in his own ideas. The person in this photo was so sweet back then, but now even the home is in ruin.
But that is to say, even though the house has surprisingly few windows, he still vaguely heard some screams from the outside world. I am afraid that someone has already been attacked by aliens and some misfortunes have occurred.
The sound was so terrible, it was so painful just to hear it, Scott couldn't help letting go and squat lower.
He was silent in the dark, until only his own breathing was left in his ears, and then he continued to act. In the beam of light emitted by the phone, many tiny particles flew up and down with the air of breathing.
"Are you gone? I have to be careful, but I can't be eaten by aliens, I have to treat Casey..."
He moved, began to search in the study, and successfully found a hidden safe behind a painting.
Taking off the painting gently, he looked at the safe in a daze, because the big guy inlaid in the wall was completely different from what he had imagined, because there were no turntables and grips on the front, but an honest game console handle. .
It is the earliest kind of game console controller. There is a joystick on a small square box, and a red button next to the joystick is the selected key.
Inexplicably, he shook the plastic stick, and a screen on the safe came up.
"This... is a Sudoku. Who would be so boring to design such a safe? Isn't it troublesome to open it every time?" Scott glanced at the photo behind him. The male owner inside was a man of science and technology. He sighed silently: "No wonder you have fallen so far~EbookFREE.me~ I probably understand why your wife ran away."
He has acquiesced that the mistress of this house is divorced.
But to be honest, Scott adjusted the numbers in the squares with the gamepad, and started to solve the problem.
This kind of electronic safe can be opened by an external card reader, but in comparison, the answer seems to be easier.
Within five minutes, he filled in the last blank, and the entire display lit up and the words ‘congratulations’ appeared, and a firework pattern rose next to it.
Before he knew it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Every time he saw his ex-wife, he was said to be trash, trash, and incompetent. He hadn't heard or seen others praise him for a long time. This time, he didn't expect to open a safe and have such an unexpected joy.
"Thank you, although I guess if you know that I'm here to steal something, I'm afraid you won't congratulate me." He talked to the dark safe, like a mental illness, and then rubbed his hands to ease it. Open: "But I have to get some money to treat Casey..."
No money, there is no treasure in the safe, only a piece of paper.
Confused Scott opened the note and read some words on it. He took the phone and read it out:
"Actually, there is another safe in the bedroom, haha, will the treasure be there? Thief, you are good, but the next safe is difficult, you must not open it."
There is no signature on the note, and a few red ants are drawn in the lower right corner.
For some reason, the hand holding the note trembled, and the man called the thief felt that these ants' gestures seemed provocative and mean.
"You said I can't open it? I have to open it for you, right? You wait."
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