Chapter 557 Are You Sick?

Chapter 557 Are you sick?

Song Liao grimaced, squeezed the brim of his hat and pressed down, "It should be."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Should?"

She had an intuition that something else was hidden, but the police station was obviously not a good place to talk about it.

Li Qiao and Xiao Wang greeted each other, and then left the police station with Song Laoliu who was "a tiger falling into Pingyang".

...

Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao took Song Liao to sit in the duplex apartment in Jiangjing Mansion.

This is Li Shaoquan's residence. Ever since he was sent back to the second uncle's house by Li Qiao, this apartment has been vacant.

There was a little dusty smell in the living room, Li Qiao opened the window, looked back and asked, "Are all your documents in your wallet?"

Song Liao took off his hat, revealing a cut-cut head, which matched his face in Chinese characters. The more he looked, the more foolish he looked, "No, the wallet and ID folder were put together, and he took them away together."

Li Qiao raised her foot and walked in front of him, her slender right leg was on the coffee table, her knees were supported by her arms, and she leaned over to look at Song Liao, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you have regressed."

Song Liao subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he thought of what happened to him, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

God damn shame.

Seeing his depressed face, Li Qiao couldn't help laughing. She raised her chin and said, "Come on, tell me what's going on."

She rarely pays attention to the whereabouts of international habitual criminals, and has never even heard of Mo Jue's name.

But to be able to get things from Song Laoliu, it is true that there are two brushes.

Song Liao raised his eyelids to look at Li Qiao, and said without thinking, "I've never seen Mo Jue before."

Seeing her narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Song Laoliu continued to add, "To be exact, no one has ever seen Mo Jue. Although Interpol defines him as a habitual theft criminal, but...every time he steals something, he will send it to you." go back."

Is there something wrong with this person?

Xu Shi saw Li Qiao's thoughts, and Song Liao commented objectively, "Even so, his theft is indeed established."

"What has he stolen?"

Song Liao opened his fingers and counted them one by one, "There are only seven pieces of jewelry, and the rest are all famous paintings."

Li Qiao: "..."

Next, Song Liao told all about Mo Jue.

Mo Jue, a habitual criminal in the eyes of Interpol, is also a living Bodhisattva in the eyes of collectors.

Although he steals, he has a principle. Every time he steals something, it will take a month at the longest and three days at the shortest, and he will send it back intact.

As for the jewelry, he didn't seem to be very interested. Every time he took it away, he would definitely send it back within three days.

Once he even left a note complaining about the poor cutting process of world-class rhinestones.

And the more this happened, the more Interpol hated him.

It was stolen silently, and no one noticed it when it was returned, making people turn around.

No matter where it is, even if it is the highest international museum, he can come and go freely.

It just makes people helpless, even the surveillance screen can't find his trace.

Later, after several years of tracking, Interpol discovered a pattern.

As long as it is a painting that Mo Jue stole, within three months, there will be quite realistic imitations on the market.

In terms of painting techniques and mounting techniques, it is almost the same as the real thing.

Therefore, those imitations will also be regarded as treasures by collectors.

After all, Mo Jue only steals extremely precious orphans, even if modern painters want to imitate them, they can't reach the level of imitation at all.

Song Liao even doubted whether Mo Jue stole the painting and copied it with technological means.

After saying this, Song Laoliu covered his face with his hands and rubbed his hands, "This feeling has caused quite a headache for the major museums and some collectors. Even if we know that he will return the things, he has already disturbed the public order and put them back. The art market is in a mess."

At this time, Li Qiao didn't speak for a long time. She put down her legs and straightened up, and walked back and forth a few steps. It seemed that she... had overlooked some important details.

what is it then?

Li Qiao rubbed her chin, glanced at the stairs, thought for a while, then walked over, "Follow me."

Song Liao didn't know why, so he followed her up to the second floor without making a sound.

In front of a study door, he stood still and looked at it for a few moments, and said sonorously, "Zai Zai, shall I clean up the house for you?"

It's also dirty.

The ashtray on the desk was full, and there were scattered ash everywhere, and there were two pairs of... well, men's boxer briefs left on the sofa.

Li Qiao glanced at him, walked to the computer, sat down, and turned it on, "You live here in Nanyang first, and I will call the cleaner to clean it."

Song Liao is not a talkative character, he glanced at the men's boxer briefs again, nodded with a straight face, "Oh, good."

Li Qiao sat in front of the computer and logged into the system. After a while, she invaded the surveillance at the airport exit, "You were at Gate 6 of the airport?"

"Yes, there is a flower bed next to it, and there is a smoking area eight meters away."

Li Qiao adjusted the monitoring time back to two hours ago, and hooked her finger at Song Liao. Three minutes later, Song Liao's figure walked into the monitoring area.

"Is Mo Jue a man or a woman?" Li Qiao asked casually while looking at the computer for a moment.

Then, she heard Tiehanhan Song Laoliu answer very confidently, "I don't know."

Li Qiao gave him a cold look with a blank face, and Song Liao repeated solemnly, "I really don't know, and no one knows."

Mo Jue, a habitual criminal who loves to steal famous paintings... is interesting.

Not long after, Song Laoliu in the surveillance took out his mobile phone and started making a call. At this moment, a tour group passed by behind him, and there were many people. Even Li Qiao didn't find anything unusual.

If it was Mo Jueshun who took away Song Laoliu's things, then it could really be called Unawareness.

After a long time, Li Qiao squinted at Song Liao, "You came to China this time to cooperate with the Longhuai police in investigating the theft of Suzhou embroidery thangkas?"

Song Laoliu pursed his lips, "The Thangka embroidered by Su was sent back last night."

"Send it back?" Li Qiao was also surprised.

Is Mo Jue sick?

Not only sick, but also very annoying.

The police estimated that they were still closely deploying to track down his whereabouts. As a result, the stolen things were returned to their original owners, which means that all arrangements were useless.

Song Liao sighed with a sullen face, "Not only did I send it back, but there was also a note."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, waiting for his answer.

Song Laoliu touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and said what was written in the note: What kind of crap.

Li Qiao closed her eyes, propped her forehead and couldn't help laughing.

Mo Jue, it's really an outlier.

After a while, an unbelievable thought suddenly popped up in Li Qiao's mind.

She looked at Song Liao and looked him up and down, "You haven't met Mo Jue, so why did he steal your wallet?"

Song Liao's brain seemed to start to work again. After thinking about it for a while, he came to a conclusion, "Zai Zai, do you suspect that he knows my identity?"