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"puff!"

Jin Muchen couldn't help but spit out the sip of red wine he had just drank in his mouth.

So that's what happened, I said, how can the small Japanese gun be worthy of the big American holster?

"Hey, you have to learn more from others about this. It's also a skill to lick the plate well. Maybe you can lick a billionaire woman?"

Jesse looked at Jin Muchen's eyes as if water was about to come out, how could Jin Muchen hold such a charming look, and a hungry tiger rushed up.

"Humph! I don't have the ability to lick plates, but I have a gun that can knock billions of rich women off the horse..."

The big bed is surging, and the room is full of spring...

That night, Mrs. Yamamoto took her two sons to a concert in the city. Mr. Yamamoto stayed at home alone, planning to continue his antique research at home.

Mrs. Yamamoto was also quite helpless about her husband's hobbies and interests, but she also knew his temperament, so she did not force him to follow him.

After watching his wife and son get into the car and leave, Yamamoto stood at the door for a while, smoked a cigarette, and then returned to the room.

After the door was locked, he went straight to the basement ①①, ︽x. downstairs, where is his studio, not only the place where he usually studies antiques, but also his own collection room.

After taking over his second-hand wife, he was very satisfied with his gains. He didn't know what the woman's surname was. But when he took over her. Her last name was McEvoy. That was her last husband's surname.

Her ex-husband not only left her the wealth of the family, but also left her a lot of treasures that their family has accumulated and collected over hundreds of years. It's a pity that their family has not been prosperous, and as a result, those collections are all Cheaper him Yamamoto Shingo.

It's just that in order to please the curator of the art museum, in order to get the position of director of the eastern department of the art museum, those things. Many high-quality goods have been taken out for management and used up to clear the relationship.

The rest are some more common, less valuable stuff.

Over the years, Shingo Yamamoto has obtained a lot of benefits from the position of director of the Oriental Department of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, and the money alone has several million.

But for a person who studies antiques and loves antiques, when the money reaches a certain amount, it is just the number in the bank. How can those antique writings look pleasing to the eye?

Over the years, he has also picked up some good things one after another. For a person who sees all the top artworks, the good things that he has obtained are good compared to ordinary street goods, but compared with the collections in art museums, they don’t even count as foot hair. .

So he quickly got tired of his collections, and those things were quickly sold by him, and he himself could only rely on the time he worked in the museum every day, when he came into contact with those top-level works of art To quench thirst.

In fact, he has always longed in his heart to own one or two treasures in the museum, and he also knows that this is actually the idea of ​​many employees who work in the museum and understand antiques and artworks.

But everyone also knows that this kind of thinking is not realistic. In a world where surveillance is everywhere, if you want to play the trick of guarding yourself and stealing yourself, you can't have any other results than fold yourself in.

But just when he thought that his wish would never come true in his entire life, his chance finally came.

That night, after licking his wife's plate all night, he drank a lot of fairy water and felt refreshed, so he decided to go to the museum early to see it.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the museum, he found that the museum was looted. When he found a few security guards, the guards who were frightened and scared were already asleep in the security room.

His first thought at the time was to call the police, but when he found out that the telephone lines in the security room were all cut off and the monitoring facilities were destroyed, another thought soon entered his mind.

So he took advantage of the blank period before the situation was discovered, and hid all the treasures that he had been fond of for a long time.

In the end, in order to destroy his own criminal evidence, he even created a small fire inside the museum.

He was worried for a long time after the incident, but it was calm for a few days. Until today, when he was watching the news, he saw that the police took the big boss of the Irish gang, Posey. When Jackson and his accomplices took it all together, he completely let go of his dangling heart.

He knows that this is the end of the matter, even if the coffin is finalized, no matter whether those lost treasures will be found in the end, anyway, this case is over.

Those news vultures will soon disperse, and in three or five months, this case will be a forgotten past.

Maybe in a few years, or a decade later, Hollywood directors will think of this material and make a movie or something.

But by that time, this robbery is just a joke at the dinner table of most people.

As for solving the case, you really think too much, think about the attitude of the police to that Posey today, just these idiots, you still expect them to solve the case?

But regardless of this case, whether it was that Percy or not. What Jackson did, he did himself a big favor this time. Fortunately, he ran away. It would be better if he didn't show up for the rest of his life.

As long as he doesn't show up, the police won't catch him, and if the police can't catch him, they won't know that he is guarding himself and stealing.

It has been several days since he got those things from the art gallery. Those things have been hidden in the vault in his basement. For the past few days, his nerves have been tense, and he even took a good look at his trophies. no chance.

Now I finally have a chance. Tonight, the wolf-like **** is going to take his two sons to the concert. Finally, he doesn't have to let him lick the plate. He finally has time to be alone and appreciate his own. Booty too.

Yamamoto Shingo chose a good bottle of red wine, then went downstairs, came to his studio, pushed open the bookshelf behind the wall, revealing the door of the vault inside.

This vault was repaired by the ex-husband of the second-hand wife by myself, but it is a pity that even the house and the people are now cheaper for me.

He pressed the code, and the heavy iron door of the vault made a creaking sound, and after the last click, he grabbed the handle and pulled the heavy iron door open.

He took out a few ancient paintings with a bit of coolness from the inside and came outside. He carefully spread out the scrolls one by one and hung them on the wall.

These ancient paintings are very old, and the paper is very fragile. Yamamoto looked at the calligraphy and paintings that looked very weak, and wondered whether to re-frame these ancient paintings.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the doorbell from upstairs.

The security system of their mansion is very advanced. In recent years, because he has also done some shady business, he has been upgraded several times.

The doorbell at the door has now been replaced with a new electronic intercom device, through which he can see who is standing at the door.

He came to the monitor on the wall, pressed the button, and soon the small screen showed the situation at their door. Two policemen, a man and a woman, were standing at the door of their house.

How could it be the police? Could it be that they found something?

When it was clear that the policeman was standing at the door, Yamamoto Shingo's heart immediately froze, but looking at the expressions of the two policemen, it seemed that they were not here to arrest people, and even the man was still turning his head and talking to the female policeman. , whispering teasing something.

He called up the surveillance cameras around the room again, and didn't see any swat ambush in the grass, so he felt relieved, and then pressed the call button.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ah? Hello, is that Mr. Yamamoto? We're from the Boston Police Department, I'm Mike, this is Joey, and we found something from that Posey. Jackson's house, and I hope you can go over and identify it and take a look. Are those things from your museum?"

The police officer Mike said into the walkie-talkie.

Hearing what he said, Yamamoto was taken aback for a moment. These policemen really came from Posey. Did something come out of Jackson's house?

I waited in the art museum for an afternoon today, but why haven't I heard such news?

That Percy is really stupid. If he stole those things, how could he hide them in his own house?

Thinking of these ~lightnovelpub.net~ Yamamoto's heart is chaotic, could it be that Percy. Jackson arrested? Or are all the robbers who participated in the robbery caught?

What if they told the police that the amount of things they stole didn't match what they reported last?

Will the police think that there is a possibility of robbery?

But that Posey. Jackson seems to have run away. Forget it. It's better to push it all on his head. Anyway, as long as he is not caught for a day, the police will die without any evidence.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Shingo froze.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you still there? Can you open the door and let us wait in? You know it's cold outside. Joey wants to borrow your bathroom, can you?"

When Yamamoto was still wandering, the policeman standing at the door spoke again. As soon as Yamamoto gritted his teeth, he pressed the switch to unlock the door, and then simply stuffed the paintings back into the safe. Go upstairs. (To be continued...)hT%@Fsj1

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