dark night-
The time is three in the morning, a time for deep sleep for most people and a favorite activity time for burglars.
A small iron wire slowly penetrates into the keyhole. It does not need too much force, and it can be easily opened only by skill.
Du Lai slowly pushed the door open, feeling that something was wrong.
Looking up, I saw a bulging garbage bag hanging over the door, shaky. If he opened the door harder, the bag would fall off and hit him on the head.
He reached out and touched it lightly. It was filled with liquid, oily, and something like leftover soup.
Du Lai's eyes twitched twice.
But this obstacle could not stop him.
With flexible hands, he took off the garbage bag and placed it on the ground lightly. The movements were extremely light.
However, when he was about to walk forward, he found that the plastic bag shriveled down at a very fast speed, the vegetable soup inside oozes out, and there is a fishy smell of seaweed and shrimp, which wets the soles of his shoes.
He frowned, looked carefully again, and found that the ground was covered with pushpins!
Not only are there nails at the entrance, but the entire living room in front of the floor is full of pushpins!
Du Lai: "..."
Come on, this woman is too cruel!
It seems that she has long been on guard against things being stolen.
It's normal to have precautions, after all, the props on her are too enviable.
But it would be too naive to try to stymie him based on these nails alone.
Du Lai lightly swept away the pushpin in front of him, and at the same time remembered the mockery she made to him when he first met Bai Youwei.
She was right, he was 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 does not really know, is he a thief or a magician
… never mind.
He continued to walk into the room, moving quickly and lightly, without making a single sound.
When I opened the bedroom door, two raised figures were faintly covered by the bed sheet, and the canvas bag was hanging on a floor-to-ceiling hanger more than a foot away.
Du Lai's heart tightened, his breath held his breath, and his movements became more and more slow and light...
He gently lifted the two straps of the rucksack, retracted it, and then followed the same path, and retreated step by step—
It might seem silly to trade puzzle pieces for props, but he thinks it's worth it.
But if he could get that item without jigsaw puzzles, he'd find it more valuable.
…
Du Lai retreated all the way to the door, stood in the corridor silently weighing the canvas bag, which was bulging and heavy.
Is it too arrogant
How dare she put important props so casually by the bed, or is she sure that her trap will work
Du Lai smiled, picked up his bag, and left briskly.
He did not go to his residence, but chose the direction out of the city,
Because he didn't want to attract attention, his car was parked in a hidden place, and the stars at night were sparse and dim.
At the intersection, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
- At three o'clock in the morning, there was a person standing in the middle of the intersection.
This is really creepy.
Du Lai's pace slowed down cautiously,
It was cloudy tonight, and the clouds blocked the moonlight, making the night dark, and he couldn't see the other's face.
It could only be seen that it was a tall, thin man standing quietly not far from him, with unknown intentions.
Nine times out of ten, the comer is bad.
Du Lai stopped quietly, and quickly began to construct escape routes and coping strategies in his mind.
At this time, the man spoke.
The sound is like a quiet river, calm, gentle and cold.
"Puzzle, is it on you?"