Chapter 401: Master of theft

Chapter 401 Master Theft
Dark night
The time is three o'clock in the morning, this time is the deep sleep time for most people, and it is also the favorite activity time for thieves.
A thin iron wire slowly penetrates into the keyhole, without too much effort, it can be easily opened by skill alone.
Du Lai slowly pushed open the door, and he felt something was wrong.
Looking up, I found a bulging garbage bag hanging on the door, which was crumbling. If he opened the door and tried harder, the bag would fall and hit him on the head.
He reached out and touched it lightly. It was filled with liquid and oily stuff like leftovers and soup.
Du Lai's eyes twitched twice.
But this obstacle couldn't stop him.
He flexibly removed the garbage bag with both hands and put it gently on the ground, the movement was extremely light.
However, when he was about to move forward, he found that the plastic bag had shrivelled at an extremely fast rate, the vegetable soup inside oozed out, and the smell of dried seaweed dried shrimps wetted his sole.
He frowned and looked closely again, and found that the ground was covered with pushpins!
Not only are there nails at the entrance, but the entire living room floor in front is full of pushpins!
Du Lai: "..."
Damn, this woman is too ruthless!
It seems that she had long been guarding against theft of things.
It is normal to be guarded. After all, the props on her are too greedy.
But with these nails alone, it would be naive to want to make him difficult.
Du Lai lightly swiped the pushpin in front of her and remembered her mockery of Bai Youwei when she first met him.
She is right, he is indeed a thief.
But at the same time, he is also a magician.
These two identities are occasionally interchanged, and occasionally both, so that he himself is actually not very clear. Is he a thief or a magician?
……never mind.
He continued to walk into the house, moving quickly and lightly, without making a little noise.
Open the bedroom door, the bed is covered with two raised figures, and the canvas bag is hung on the floor hanger at a distance of one foot.
Du Lai's heart tightened, his breath held, and his movements became slower and lighter ...
He gently lifted the two straps of the canvas bag, retracted it, and then stepped back according to the original path—
It seems silly to exchange puzzles for props, but he thinks it's worth it.
But if he can get that item without a jigsaw, he will feel more valuable.
...
Du Lai retreated all the way to the door and stood silently in the hallway picking up the canvas bag.
Is it too arrogant?
How dare you put important items on the bed so casually, or is she sure that her trap will definitely work?
Du Lai smiled, picked up his bag, and walked briskly.
He did not go to his residence, but chose to go out of the city,
Because he didn't want to be noticeable, his car was parked in a hidden place, the night sky was sparse and dim, and he drove on in the stars and the moon.
At the intersection, a figure suddenly appeared in front.
At three o'clock in the morning, there is a person standing at the middle of the intersection.
This is really scary.
Du Lai's pace slowed down cautiously,
It was cloudy tonight, and the dark clouds obscured the moonlight, making the night dark, and he could not see the other person's face.
It can only be seen that it is a tall, thin man, standing quietly not far from him, with unclear intentions.
There are nine out of ten people who are bad.
Du Lai stopped silently, and began to quickly build an escape route and coping strategies in his mind.
At this time, the man spoke.
The sound is like a quiet river, calm, gentle, and cold.
"Is the puzzle on you?"
(End of this chapter)