Chapter 401 Master of Stealing

Dark night——

The time is three o'clock in the morning. This is the time of deep sleep for most people, and it is also the favorite time of thieves.

A small piece of iron wire is slowly inserted into the keyhole. It does not require too much force and can be easily opened with just skill.

Du Lai slowly opened the door and felt something was wrong.

Looking up, I saw a bulging garbage bag hanging precariously on the door. If he opened the door harder, the bag would fall and hit him on the head.

He reached out and touched it gently. It was filled with liquid, oily, like leftover soup.

The corners of Du Lai's eyes twitched twice.

But this obstacle could not stop him.

He took off the garbage bag with dexterous hands and placed it gently on the ground. His movements were extremely light.

However, when he was about to walk forward, he found that the plastic bag shriveled up very quickly, and the vegetable soup inside seeped out, with a fishy smell of seaweed and shrimp, and wet the soles of his shoes.

He frowned, looked carefully again, and found that the ground was covered with thumbtacks!

Not only were there nails at the entrance, but the floor of the entire living room in front was covered with thumbtacks!

Du Lai: "..."

Damn, this woman is too cruel!

It seemed that she had been prepared for her things to be stolen.

It's normal to be defensive, after all, the props on her body are so coveted.

But it would be too naive to try to stump him with just these nails.

Du Lai gently swept away the thumbtacks in front of him, and at the same time remembered Bai Youwei's ridicule to him when he first met.

She was right, he was indeed a thief.

But at the same time, he is also a magician.

These two identities occasionally interchanged, and occasionally they were both, so that he himself was not really sure whether he was a thief or a magician.

……never mind.

He continued walking into the house, moving quickly and lightly without making a sound.

Opening the bedroom door, two bulging figures were faintly covered by the sheets on the bed. The canvas bag was hung on a floor-standing clothes hanger about a foot away.

Du Lai's heart tightened, he held his breath, and his movements became slower and lighter...

He gently lifted the two straps of the canvas bag, retracted it, and then walked back step by step along the original path——

It seems silly to exchange puzzles for props, but he thinks it's worth it.

But if he could get that item without having to do the puzzle, he would feel it was worth more.

…

Du Lai retreated all the way to the door, stood in the corridor and silently weighed the canvas bag. It was bulging inside and weighed a lot.

Are you too arrogant?

How dare she place important props so casually next to the bed, or was she sure that her trap would 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, he parked his car in a hidden place. The stars in the night sky were sparse and dim, and he hurried on the road covered with stars and moon.

When I reached the intersection, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

——At three o'clock in the morning, there was a person standing in the middle of the intersection.

This is really scary.

Du Lai's pace slowly slowed down cautiously.

It was cloudy tonight, and the clouds blocked the moonlight, making the night dark, and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

All he could tell was that he was a tall, thin man, standing quietly not far away from him, with unknown intentions.

Nine times out of ten, the person coming is evil.

Du Lai stopped calmly and began to quickly construct an escape route and response strategy 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?"