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In a mess, he escaped in the streets of the warehouse, because there are two dressed in suit men, chasing behind his back.
His face was an urgent and urgent look, but it was his speed, and he had to hold his right leg to correct his direction.
And his right leg is on the thigh, it is wrapped in a gray-white cloth – of course, is already running blood.
The ink like red is turned in the water, bright red and dark red, and the blood that is not first-class is turned into a layered pattern on the cloth.
He didn’t go fast, so he had to resort to the complicated city streets to get rid of each other’s catch-up. Gradually, he thought, I am afraid that I have lost my way.
“I am sorry.”
It seems that he has hit someone. He didn’t have time to look at it. After a glimpse of it, he immediately rushed into another alley.
He didn’t know what he had fallen from his clothes after he hit someone: a tube of paint.
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No need for Luo Qiu to do it, when his gaze fell curiously on the ground, the miss maid had already picked it up one step at a time and sent it to him.
When Luo Qiu hadn’t had time to look at it, he quickly walked out of the two suits and got two suit men.
Well, it’s a close-fitting, straight suit, and it looks like an elite person at first glance.
I saw only two people here, one of them saw the tube of paint held by Boss Luo, and asked directly in English: “Two, did you see a man walking, his leg was hurt? It should be well recognized.”
Oriental faces… Men directly switch to the language in which the greatest chances can be communicated.
Boss Luo suddenly put his finger out without pressure, pointing to the opposite direction of the alley position that the man who had just left.
The man who asked the question glanced, then nodded and walked quickly into the alley.
The companion behind him at this time took out the wallet from the inside pocket of the suit, stuffed two bills into the hands of Boss Luo, and quickly said that after thanking him, he followed up.
“…I am making money?” Luo Qiu looked at his maid in an incredible way.
You Ye nodded, said with a slight smile: “Yes, the owner is making money.”
Luo Qiu shook his head like a smile, but looked at the paint on his hand more interested… It has been used, and the position of the tail has been rolled to the middle.
Lemon yellow.
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Vera, who is chewing on chewing gum, has just circled the stolen art gallery. Because of the theft, the museum is temporarily closed today, but all around has also set a warning line.
“There are guards at the entrance… Vika, do you see the situation in the museum?” Vera pressed her own ear – something that was stuffed here, she was and was in a caravan. The work of Vika in the contact matter.
At the same time, being parked on the RV on the other side of the museum, Vikal was facing the two screens, biting a piece of toast, and both hands were pounding on the keyboard at high speed, seemingly busy: “Respected Her Royal Highness Vera Do you think that I am just cracking a computer that only reads high school students on the Internet/page?”
“Then I am going to take a look.” Vera whistled.
Vika couldn’t take care of the toast that fell from his mouth because of surprise. He quickly objected: “The situation inside still doesn’t know. Those policemen should still have something to go. You will be treated directly as… …well, you are the most arrogant queen I have ever seen!”
The communication was temporarily turned off, and Vikal could only sigh and had to work harder on the job.
For Vera, she has a lot of ways to get into the gallery, but obviously she chose the best way to get through.
As a magician, getting his ID card from an employee who ran quietly out of smoking is not a difficult thing.
Of course – before that, the handsome lady of magician has changed a suit and brought a pair of black-rimmed glasses that look awkward, even a hairstyle.
In this way, the handsome magician was swiftly swiped in the eyes of the policeman who guarded the door.
The stolen place obviously still has a guarded policeman, but no one can see the similar thing – probably where to interrogate the confession.
Vera walked calmly, but the bone eyes were like falcons. In just the moment, the place where the famous paintings were stolen was completely recorded in the brain – even the layout of each place here.
She has begun to think about the structure of the museum.
Suddenly a young man at this time move towards, she came… and shouted directly, “You wait a moment.”
When wearing a windbreaker, he showed a corner of the bag. Vera glanced, the heel slightly retreated a bit, but met the man’s gaze, “what’s the matter?”
The man said: “Where is the restroom… Oh, my stomach seems a bit uncomfortable.”
“The other side.” Vera pointed her finger.
“Thank you!” The man nodded quickly. “I call it Yelgo… Yes, you don’t have to wear glasses to look good.”
Vera blinked and watched as Yelg rushed to the place where she didn’t know if she had a bathroom. When she was about to leave, she heard footsteps.
She hid behind the pillars and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly. The look was a little rushing past, and he turned back frequently… I was afraid that someone would find him.
As Vera turned his eyes, he quietly followed.
“…well, I have just recorded a confession with the police… well, everything is ok… as soon as possible, as soon as possible.”
But she was only able to hear such a unilateral response, and she left the mind and quietly took the man’s appearance on the phone.
This sneaked out of the museum – she took off her coat and glasses on the street, and after she was still in the trash, she returned to the car.
Vika at this time was relaxed, but with a blame-like tone: “I should not want to see you coming back so easily, because I prefer you to suffer.”
Vera took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and walked to the side of Vika. She reached for the table and said quickly: “This painting… is disappearing.”
“You mean that there is magician to turn it away?” Vika rolled his eyes.
Vera turned on the mobile phone: “Help me check, who is this guy, what identity… In addition, when I buy the item next time, can I buy some good-looking glasses?”
Vikal… Vikal blinked and looked awkward.
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Tightly peeping his head, he is carefully looking back at the road he has traveled – only three or two pedestrians can be seen.
It seems that I have not caught up.
He sighed in a big breath and the body slid down the wall. The violent movement made his lips look slightly lighter and dry, and the upper part of his leg also forced his face muscles to twist together.
“Drink some water?”
At this time, mineral water has been in front of him.
The seemingly bad man subconsciously looked up and saw a man and a woman… One of them seemed to be the youngster he had just hit.
“You, who are you?” With a hint of hesitation and panic, the man put his hands on the wall and tried to prop up his body.
“This is what you just fell.” Luo Qiu spread his palms, and the lemon-yellow pigment was in his hand.
The man stunned and quickly grabbed the paint from Luo Qiu’s hand and stuffed it into his clothes—he seemed to relax a little, looking at the bottle of mineral water, and subconsciously swallowed his mouth and spit.
So he quickly unscrewed the level and quickly poured a few mouthfuls before he wiped his mouth indiscriminately, revealing an incomprehensible appearance. “Someone is chasing me…they didn’t ask you for directions?”
He clearly remembers the distance between himself and the other party, so after he hits someone, the other party will definitely meet the men and women.
“Well, I might have made a little prank.”
The man glanced and hesitated: “Why are you helping me?”
Boss Luo whispered: “Is it forgotten? We have seen it between us.”
“Before?” The man showed a blank expression.
Boss Luo said: “A few days ago, at the museum. Didn’t Mr. tell me about the “Portrait of an Unknown Woman”?”
This is the madman I met at the museum that day.
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PS1: I read the book page today and found that the clicks are so half-dead…we let the recommended tickets be more!
PS2: Yes, that’s right, this is the subscription/female request… ask for a subscription =. =
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