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By Dancing Water Sleeves
After Su Jin’s hopping back, Howard, who received Ye Hu’s stunned eyes, sighed and lazily picked up his fat body from the stool and took it to the next step – this little beauty made It’s really not polite to evoke others.
But to be honest, he actually wants to know if the painting is really in the Serif backpack.
"Hey guy!"
Howard didn't use too much tricks. It was probably that Su Zheng's single-handed straight-through gave him inspiration, so now it's a trick to get out of the way.
He couldn't be sure what the Ceriver and the collector had talked about, maybe the two were talking about sex, or maybe they had already talked about each other and were preparing to break up. For unnecessary trouble... For example, he just designed a perfect plan to force people to open the backpack. As a result, the person has already left without passing the other side... In view of this, Howard simply walked over. A familiar head, sitting next to the sly linen hair color youth.
Seriver looked at the uninvited guest with some surprises, and looked politely and hesitantly after confronting the same confusing collector: "Sorry, who are you?"
"Is it a person you don't know? Cyril." The collector looked strangely at the two.
"Oh, are you friends?" Howard cut off the denial that Serif was about to open, and naturally said, "I know of course with Serif. Well... are you right, Mr. Gentleman?" When it comes to the latter sentence, Howard asks to look at Seriver.
Hearing the familiar nickname, Serif had calmed his sorrowful look, and soon he hanged a quiet and outgoing smile: "I think you should have something to say to me? Why don't we go to the other side to talk?" Let's talk."
"No need... Oh, don't you mind?" Howard bluntly picked up the small biscuits on the table and took a sip to ask Serif.
Sheriff silently looked at Howard and shook his head.
Howard was satisfied with the two biscuits, and squeezed one piece: "I seem to have something falling on you, Seriver. If you don't mind, can you let me see your bag?"
This sentence made the collectors feel a little confused, but after the linen hair color youth quickly recalled, he decided that he should have recently stole the man in the street, plus his energy during this time. They are all used in the shackles of collectors, and naturally it is even less likely to commit any case... In any case, Serif believes that the other party can't find what he wants in his backpack.
At this point, Serif also smiled: "Of course, I have no problem." Even if it is the FBI, it is impossible to plant it under his eyes.
Seriver calmly turned to take off his backpack in the eyes of the other two, and then the moment of opening was a stiff, noticed a painting in the bag that should not exist.
Seriver: "..." When did such a painting be put in his backpack?Howard noticed the other side's stiff action, looked over and looked at it, blowing a whistle: "Wow--" The little girl really has some skill.
The collector still doesn't understand what happened: "Serre, what's wrong?"
Howard slyly watched Serifu, who was obviously shocked by God's turn, sympathizing with the famous thief for a second, and then gloating: "Mr. Serifu, don't let us appreciate this painting?"
"..." Seriver is still in the air.
As a thief who has already become famous, Serif has been able to make a big case under the eyes of the FBI, and the wit of his mind can be seen.
But even as Ye Shuang said, his kind of person is better at layout and planning theft. It is not possible to have no operational skills at all. This can be known from the mobile phone he could steal from Su Zheng. It is.
In addition to using a variety of strategic layouts and high technology, Serif's own hands are also quite dexterous. It’s hard to say anything else, but the thief’s little touch has never been done on him... Because of this, Serif is only like when he suddenly has an item that should not belong to him in his carry-on bag. Shocked.
Needless to say, the difficulty of stealing and stuffing things is certainly far higher than the latter. But if the stuff that comes in is such a large item, or if the backpack has not left, then this level of technology is far better than what Servi knows.
How did the other party do it?
Howard appreciates Servi's present expression, and after waiting for the other party to sneak a sneak peek at the shock, Howard once again reminded: "Mr. Serif?"
"Well? Oh." Seriver was called back to God, and he quickly judged the current situation in his head.
From the paper texture of oil painting, this is not a long-term thing. The paints are a bit dark and look like sketches, using turpentine for easy carrying and quick drying. The size is also somewhat small and should not be used as an exhibitor... So if it is summed up, it is basically a work with no market value.
After arriving at this conclusion, Serif’s initial surprise was also lost.
Although I can't explain the origin of this oil painting, as long as there is no certain value, then this is only an innocuous accident...
What Cheryver did not think of now is that in some people's eyes, the value of paintings does not have to be proved by money and qualifications.
Re- calmed Serif calmly took out the oil
Painting, naturally, seems to have happened nothing, and handed it to Howard: "What do you want to find? Oh, in fact, I have some accidents. It looks like who is writing the essay, how can it be in my bag? in?"
Subtext: You are a dead fat, don't want to take a place to spread the goods.
Howard took over the oil painting and did not close it. As soon as he witnessed the signature of Ye Huo - wipe it off - he signed the whole process and he already understood what the other party wanted to do.By simply pushing the snacks that had been eaten on the table, Howard did not mind putting the painting on the table, and the contents of the whole picture were displayed in the eyes of the three people in the audience.
The collector's eyes are bright: good painting! This technique! This layout! This picture structure...
Seriver’s eyes are also bright: great! Sure enough, it is a worthless sketch!
"Oh? Mr. Sheriff doesn't know why this painting is in your bag?" Howard smiled awkwardly, and the fat short fingers were knocked on the signature position inadvertently, and the smooth and beautiful oblique flower signature was clearly reflected. On it: "That's really weird. Isn't Cyril' your nickname?"
The collectors also noticed this, wiped the glasses and scraped it together: "This signature?"
Seriver’s eyes will only be better than the collectors, and he will quickly look at the signature office and suddenly sigh.
Just now he said that he did not know the origin of this painting...
Seriver's mind quickly turned to various reasons, and did not expect a reasonable explanation, the collector has already noticed the traces of graphite residue under the signature.
Capricorn with the signature office, the collector thoughtfully: "This square-shaped font... Is it Japanese?"
Nima! !
The leaf frost that just came over lies in the trough.
"Sorry, but that's Chinese." Ye Shuang's model sat down and smiled at the other people who just noticed themselves.
Su Zheng "snapped" and raised a small chin to challenge Server's provocation: "It's dumb!"
"... people can't understand Chinese." Ye Shuang whispered a reminder.
After the coughing, Ye Shuang smiled at the collector and changed back to the English that everyone could understand: "In fact, I only care about a painting. I don't mind how much. But this is the French scenery I promised to give to my friends. Culture does not agree that women's private works flow freely into the hands of outsiders... Sorry, if Mr. Serif does not mind, can I retrieve my paintings?"
Almost at the moment of seeing Su Zheng, Seriver suddenly realized the origin of this play today.
Seriously speaking, the resolution of the appearance of foreigners to the Orientals is actually not high. However, the only Orientals who had recently stolen in France by Serif had only one such one. So when I saw this familiar little cock-like pride, Seriver instantly recognized each other's identity.
I also blame him for his handcuffs. That day, I just need a mobile phone that is not my own to make a private call. Because I don't want to be traced to the information relationship, it is of course the most convenient to steal one from the street.
At that time, the little girl was so arrogant in the street, holding a cell phone and talking about the phone. Because the other party has a sense of existence, Seriver did not think too much. After the other party said the phone, he touched it when he passed by.
I didn't expect that the edge was just like this. The mobile phone Serif, which was touched at the time, could not be used at all. The screen security key of the other party was not the popular version of the market, but a series of instructions.After spending a white job, I had to re-steal it once and then I didn’t say it. Seriver never imagined it. There is still a follow-up to this matter. After a few days, the other party can still find himself again, and I don’t know what method to use to retaliate back...
Looking at Su Zheng with a smile, Sheriff screamed helplessly: "I think you should be looking for me?"
After the leaf frost was ignored, it was also full of interest. I couldn’t think that this kid’s brain turned very fast, so the time has already reflected the cause and effect.
Su Zheng couldn't understand, and licked the sleeves of Yan Yeshuang: "Shuang Jie, is this kid saying that I am bad?"
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