The Princeloo Museum is surrounded by bustling journalists and people. The harsh yellow cordon is stretched across the oldest and most expensive exhibition hall of the museum. The only interstellar reporter allowed to enter is carefully photographing the empty Plexiglas box with a high-powered lens. A few days ago, the box contained the most valuable ancient book on the planet: a collection of paper poems written in semi-liquid rare metals, but now, with the glass box not damaged in the slightest, the collection of poems has disappeared. All that remains is the smiley face logo printed on the box.
Thief sign.
Since he stole the worldly rose in Feilengcui half a year ago, the thief code-named "Ying" has become famous. He replaced the ruby forehead with a card, and the smiling face on the card became the symbol that the thief must leave every time he commits a crime. .
The royal arrest warrant worth 100 million star coins issued by Anderson attracted countless bounty hunters, and hunting the thief has become one of the most popular activities in recent years. It was a living warbler, which made the already difficult hunt even more difficult.
No one has ever seen the face of the thief, the only feature is the rare black eyes.
"According to the information we have so far, the thief's genetic level is at least B-level and above, and he has a very good space manipulation ability." The first interstellar news in the morning was the news of the thief. Anolan stopped and walked from the side There is a glass of water on the table: "We speculate that he decomposed his space into very small pieces, put them into a seamless, high-density treasure box, and then gathered the small pieces to swallow the poetry collection."
With the development and exploration of the big universe by human beings, after the arrival of the Alliance, people have created a new way of fighting through continuous development of their own brains. Everyone is born with the ability to manipulate space with ideas. The stronger the controllability of space, the human beings with S-class excellent genes can drive a space starship by themselves.
In history, the most outstanding geneticist recorded is the founder of the Anderson dynasty, Horn Anderson. He has a monster-like SSS-level gene, which can instantly annihilate millions of troops into powder through a large-scale compressed space.
"Looking at the news of Yingying again?" The mecha pilot who belonged to the same unit as him leaned on the door frame and complained to Anolan, with most of his face buried in the shadow: "It will be too late if you don't leave, I really don't want to stay here On the starship."
The handsome third prince has turned off the current affairs projection, and they are serving as a task force directly under the military headquarters. They will leave Fei Lengcui for most of the time every year to hunt down fugitives or interstellar pirates in the universe. He couldn't help feeling a little excited.
"The museum where he committed the crime yesterday is the planet where we stopped for supplies in the morning," Anolan said as he walked, "It's just a bit of an accident."
"I'm also very surprised..." The mech pilot lowered his voice: "I actually get airsick on the famous Hela starship, so it's really not easy to take a ride."
He came out of the shadows, and as the light and shadow changed, those black eyes seemed to have magic power, and Anolan's expression changed: "Towards the lamp!"
"hello."
The black-eyed thief smiled at him. Although it was still the plain face of the mech pilot, it was indescribably alluring against the backdrop of his eyes. The powerful and unfamiliar pressure compressed the air around the lamp. Suddenly using the power of space to pull up the inorganic silicon floor between himself and the third prince, he manipulated the huge floor to throw it at Anolan—
After the smoke and dust cleared, only the unconscious mecha pilot remained on the ground. Anolan quickly opened his eyelids. The light brown thief had disappeared. On the mecha pilot's forehead, there was a big Jane pen smiley.
Anolan lowered his head and found that the communicator on his wrist was gone.
At this moment, there were still two minutes left before the starship landed in Fei Leng Cui. Chao Deng was holding Anolan's communicator. After finally cracking the password with a cracking device, he called up the address book and pressed Horn's avatar inside.
In just a second, Horn accepted the communication.
"Third brother?"
"I am Chao Deng."
In the image sent back, a handsome face was looking at him, with flowing eyes and light-colored moles. Horn's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. He didn't answer, but waited for the other side to speak .
"Let's make a deal?" With more than a minute left, Chao Deng sped up his speech: "The poetry collection stolen from the Princeloo Museum will be exchanged for the sand whale bone dagger of Caesar III in your hand, will you agree?"
"why?"
Horn raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It is said that you like ancient books." Chao Deng smiled, the curved lips and the smile in his eyes seemed calculated, and could easily arouse people's desires: "I want the gem on the dagger."
Of course, because I want to pick you up, I can't guess it, it's right if I can't guess it.
"Okay," Horn nodded, "How to change?"
There was a noise from the other end, and Chaodeng swayed and disappeared on the screen. The sound of explosions and running was endless. After more than a minute, he heard Chaodeng's voice. He seemed to be shouting from a long distance: "Wait! Me! Come! Find! You! Ah!"
"Horn," the screen changed, and he saw Anolan's frowning eyebrows: "What did he tell you?"
"It's nothing, just talking nonsense," the emerald-like eyes flashed a strange color, and the light-blond young man teased: "It's you, the famous third prince, who was stolen by Ying just now?"
"He's pretending to be a mech pilot..." Anolan paused, and turned the communicator in the other direction. Horn watched a group of shouting soldiers checking his belongings: "Before he ran away Touched all the people who stopped him."
After being slightly stunned, Horn realized that he couldn't help showing a sincere smile.
[Love is worth one and a half stars. ]
The thin white night stars move slowly in the universe, the world is clear, solid and powerful, Fei Lengcui wakes up from the morning light, and returns to the rented villa from outside with a fruity functional drink in the mouth of the lamp, which is located in the center of the city , run by a charming red-haired proprietress, is a private hotel with a good reputation among tourists and artists. Above the balcony on the top floor of the small villa is Anderson's eternally noble and majestic palace. It has passed since the last communication with Horn One week.
He is not in a hurry, there is still plenty of time for this mission, and under the influence of a star and a half of love, sooner or later someone will be more impatient than him.
Sure enough, after Chao Deng drank his last sip of drink and approached the white wooden fence of the villa, a system prompt sounded in his mind: [There are emotional fragments nearby. ]
Although the system cannot accurately identify who the fragments are, it is no problem to find the general direction of the fragments. He threw away the vegetable plastic bag containing the drink and looked up to see a young man with a painting tool next to the big red-haired beauty. The other party had warm brown hair. Short hair and eyes of the same color, fair skin, and a tall and thin figure that artists often see. Noticing his return, the landlady beckoned cheerfully: "Chao Deng, did you bring me breakfast?"
"Yes," because his name was not listed on the arrest warrant, he simply used his real name when checking in at the hotel, took out steaming food from the space and handed it to his sister, and glanced at the brown-haired man inadvertently towards the light. Youth: "New neighbors?"
"Well, his name is Joe, he lives next door to you, so get along well."
"Of course." He turned his face and smiled at the young man: "I'm Chao Deng~"
"Hello."
The young man shook hands with him politely. When he saw the other party's outstretched hand, his brown eyes were startled. The hand in front of him was long and slender, with thin white fingers clearly defined. It made people want to lick and play for no reason. No thief will get his hands dirty. Keeping his fingers flexible and clean is the root of a thief's success in stealing. Even if he is disguised, he will not smear his hands. The skin he touches is smooth and soft, and young people hold back on it. Impulsive to leave traces, he let go of Chao Deng with a flat expression.
The beauty who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago naturally looks so beautiful from head to toe.
The landlord's sister asked Chaodeng to lead Joe up, and he agreed without hesitation, and the two of them went up the stairs one after the other. When Joe started tidying up his new house, Chaodeng lazily leaned against the door to watch him.
Not only the color of the pupils, but also the shape of the body has changed. I remember that the last time I saw the fifth prince himself, although he was thin, he was not such a very slender figure.
"Are you a painter?"
"Yes, Fei Leng Cui is the art capital of the whole interstellar world," the brown eyes looked over curiously: "And you, are you here to travel too?"
The lad looks pretty good.
"I'm here for the appointment," Chao Deng seemed distressed: "However, the person who made the appointment seems to be very busy recently, so it's inconvenient to find."
"You didn't contact him?"
Chao Deng smiled and shook his head, he opened his mouth and seemed to hesitate to speak, and finally changed the topic casually.
Because they lived together and were of the same age, they got acquainted with Joe within a few days. When he saw Joe coming back with a big bag of snacks, he smiled and reached out to touch it. The painter had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him gently. His movement, waiting for Chaodeng to start eating, Qiao said: "It's the National Day of Fei Leng Cui, are you going to play?"
"...?"
"There will be cross-dressing and parades during the festival every year, and the flea market is also the biggest in a year." Joe watched him nodding while eating, his eyes softened subconsciously: "Go together?"
Since the last era, the star Hela has been hailed as the most livable planet. Emerald Cui is of course its most dazzling pearl. Grand floats passed by on the ramp, and golden flowers celebrating the festival fell on the cross of the Holy See. Chao Deng and Joe squatted at the flea market to buy things. It is the stall owner who sells goods.
"This, this," Chao Deng stretched out his hand to hook the black vanity box on the stall. With a year's experience in burglary all over the world, he felt that his ability to identify treasures was superb: "Jojojo, buy this."
The young man with brown hair and brown eyes leaned over helplessly: "If you trick me again, I will lose my money for smoking and drinking this month."
"How can an artist have so many material pursuits?" Chao Deng opened the box after obtaining the boss's consent: "The fake bracelet just now was purely accidental... huh?" He lowered his voice, and clicked on the groove embedded with gemstones on the mirror inside the box: "This, it seems to be semi-liquid metal."
"how do you know?"
Joe also lowered his voice cooperatively.
"..."
Because I stole it, the collection of poems you want was written with this treasure.
Chao Deng ha ha ha ha: "I can see it."
Those warm brown eyes glanced at him with a half-smile, and just when Chao Deng thought that Joe would put down the box and leave, the other party reached out to look at the price and clicked on the payment screen.
When they took the box to the Appreciation Shop for appraisal and sold it to the excited boss, Chao Deng and Qiao looked at each other, and the two burst out laughing at the same time.
"Have you made money? Have you got money for drinking next month?" Chao Deng smiled and said, "You just say you are not convinced?"
"Clothes."
"No sincerity."
"Please drink."
"It's not sincere."
"... the cigarette money is mine?"
"Good~"
He patted the young man on the head, the carnival is still going on, the crowd in costumes is like a colorful tide, this world both affirms everything and denies everything, the brown-haired young man looked down at him, and suddenly said: "You said you came to meet people , have you seen it now?"
"No." Chao Deng paused and said, "It's really not easy to see him."
"Friends?"
of course not.
"It's someone I like."
Chaodeng laughed, his inky eyes curled into a crescent moon, his voice never changed, and when he spoke with a smile, he seemed to be able to pull out sticky sugar, and the young man beside him quickly flashed a trace of surprise between his eyebrows, Then came his unnatural voice: "Ah... girlfriend?"
"I haven't caught up yet," Chao Deng touched his chin: "But maybe in the future."
[Love is worth two stars. ]
The person beside him patted him on the shoulder, and hung the lamp on Joe's body casually, and the thin young man let him lean on him like a boneless one.
Above their heads, the cloud has long gone.
After that, Joe took the initiative to come to him several times. Unexpectedly, the other party really knew how to draw. The streets, crowds, and dim lights he painted were very beautiful and lifelike, as if there was some kind of vitality flowing out. Deng liked it, and Joe offered to help him paint a portrait.
"Okay," Chao Deng agreed, "Is there a fee?"
Joe shook his head, and after Chao Deng sat down in front of him, the brown-haired young man took out a pencil and drew a line slowly.
"Is it convenient for Fang to tell you about yourself?" Qiao observed his expression while tickling: "Knowing the characters makes you feel better when you draw them."
"What are you talking about?"
"The...girlfriend you mentioned last time?"
"He," Chao Deng propped his face, his eyes flickering: "Actually, I had a bad impression a while ago, because I broke my hand when we met for the first time."
"… Uh."
"Thinking about it later, under the circumstances at that time, he was already very kind." Looking down at his hands at the lamp, he said softly, "Like you, I also rely on my hands for food. He is considered a public figure, although he is about the same age as us. , but super powerful, I have been paying attention to him a long time ago, in order to attract his attention, I did some weird things... It seems useless to say so much?"
"No, very useful."
Joe's voice echoed in the empty studio. Although Horn's appearance after the disguise was ordinary, his voice was first-class and pleasant. It was as deep and mellow as a violin, full of magnetism, and it was obvious that this voice belonged to someone in his early twenties. A young man, when he speaks, the end of his voice rises slightly unconsciously, sounding gentle and close to others.
In the early winter of Haila Star, there has been light snow mixed with rain, and the night is coming quietly. The shadow of stardust floats over the crowded laughter at the intersection. The Emerald Annual Art Exhibition Hall built with half wood and half glass is magnificent. Even at night, indoors Also bright as day.
Eating, drinking and having fun every day, he has been quiet as a thief for nearly a month, and if he doesn't do another vote, Deng Deng will flop and become a wanted criminal on the 18th line.
It just so happens that after the National Day is the annual art festival, Chaodeng is mixed among the crowd, dressed like dogs in formal attire, staring at the master masterpiece admired by countless people, planning how to steal it without anyone noticing.
The painting placed at the core of the exhibition hall was drawn by a great painter who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago. It depicts Horn Anderson and his lover. His face was not seen, but judging from the strength of the king's embrace and the general shape of the person in his arms, he must have loved him very much, and it was a man.
Light blond hair, green eyes, except for the gorgeous and complicated decorative military uniform on his body, the delicate and handsome appearance of Horn Anderson in the painting is almost the same as that of his descendant with the same name and surname a hundred years later, raising his eyebrows towards the lamp.
Based on this alone, I have to steal it to show my sincerity in fanning the Fifth Prince.
He followed the flowing crowd to the front of the painting. The fat-minded man next to him was touching a gentle lady. The lady seemed to be concerned about the difference in status between the two, and silently moved the space to the lamp. The man flew out, taking advantage of the moment when the crowd was in a commotion, he snatched the portrait and quickly smiled.
The choice of this pattern is largely due to its simplicity, just three strokes, and it is easy to pretend.
"A godly thief!! It's the symbol of a godly thief!"
"Call the police! The painting has been stolen!"
"Seal the exit! Damn it, don't squeeze it!"
Chaodeng pressed the painting into his own space, and the continuous noise and cursing were left behind by him. He had just walked out of the oil-painted revolving door of the exhibition hall, and the tall and straight young man not far away gave Chaodeng a pause.
The world was suddenly silent, the crowds disappeared, only the quiet light filled the whole space, the young man who looked exactly like the one in the ancient painting walked towards the lamp, he looked at the black-eyed thief with an unconcealable surprise and a flash of surprise on his face. In the joy of passing away, the long emerald eyes slightly closed.
Unknowingly, he has already entered Horn's space. The opponent seems to be able to manipulate such a large area with ease. It goes without saying how disadvantageous it is to be completely in someone else's domain. As long as he moves his hands, Horn can kill him in an instant. he.
"why… ?"
"If you don't come to me, I have to find you."
The young man with pale blond hair approached him, rubbed his face with his slightly pale arm, and finally stopped on Chao Deng's delicate earlobe to caress: "Do you want to check your painting?"
The black-eyed thief's cheeks were flushed. He turned his head to avoid Horn's icy fingers, but was pinched by the other party punitively. He no longer dodged in pain. antiques.
Looking again, his movements froze in the air.
I don't know when, the original warm and affectionate picture turned into a beauty locked on the throne. Bells were tightly wrapped around his feet and ankles, his thin white fingers were covered with precious stones, and the metal woven corolla hanging naturally from his head Falling down, apart from this, there is nothing else in his body, he seems to be imprisoned in a huge underground treasure house, except for the faint light and endless piles of gold and silver treasures in the picture, there are no windows and no sun.
Chaodeng couldn't see the face of the person in the painting very carefully, but that person was obviously very close to his original eye color and hair color. This kind of vague unknown is the most frightening. Seeing this painting is like seeing I was locked in a luxurious cell full of treasures, and before I had time to sort out the situation, I only heard the delicate and beautiful young man complain: "I remember last time I said, when we meet again, show me your face."
"..."
Take a look, you are so beautiful.
"The collection of poems is in your hands..."
Horn's hand slid down slightly along the side face facing the lamp, and suddenly mobilized his power to destroy the Yi container he hid on his body—
The emerald green light shone into those emerald eyes, deep and shallow, so gentle that it was a mess. Horn's thumb outlined his gradually changing lip line, and his voice was obviously so gentle, but it was creepy for no reason.
"Both the treasure and you are mine."