Theresa walked out of the office, she went directly to the middle of the office area of Group B as usual, clapped her hands vigorously, attracted everyone's attention to herself, and then said: "Ok, guys, it's time to work again, the target is San Diego, the private art gallery on Heping East Road, they have a multi-million dollar oil painting missing." ”。

"When was it?boss?". Frank asked, sitting behind his desk.

"Probably less than twenty hours ago!". Theresa looked at him and replied.

"So what are you waiting for?". Sean was a little anxious when he heard this, because it had been almost twenty hours, and his footprints would only show traces within twenty-four hours. And now there are a few hours left, how not to rush? And there is still a need to hurry. San Diego is a border city and a few hours by car.

"Okay! Let's go now! In fact, that's what the above demands. ”。 Theresa said.

"I'm going to drive! Shaun spoke as he strode out of the office area.

Theresa said, "Tina, Frank, you two follow Sean. The rest of me had a car. ”。

"Okay, boss!" everyone in the room agreed, and quickened their pace. Walked out of the office area.

Sean saw that the elevator was still upstairs, and the arrow was in an upward state, so he went directly from the stairs and trotted to the parking lot outside;

Christina and Frank, who caught up behind, didn't know why Sean was in such a hurry, could it be that the oil painting worth millions was put on display by Sean there?

The two men stopped guessing, because Sean had already gotten into a black jeep, and Christina and Frank followed.

Sean glanced at them and said, "Watch out for the bumps!". Then he directly activated the siren, put his right hand in gear, and with a little throttle under his feet, the black jeep let out a "hum!" sound, and flew out directly.

Theresa and the others in the back saw that Sean was in such a hurry, so they also waved their hands directly and motioned for the rest of the people to get in the car. Maguire drove the car, followed Sean, and then drove out of the courtyard of the headquarters of the Bureau.

After all, the speed is not very fast, but when the siren sounds, the vehicles in front of you automatically and consciously lean to both sides of the street, so it is definitely not slow.

As soon as he drove out of the city, Sean gave full play to the performance of the black jeep of the Dispatch Bureau, increased his speed to the fastest, and drove forward like a lightning speed on the highway. The gear was hung at the top and it never left much. And in order to prevent accidents, Sean also turned on the siren all the time, and concentrated all his energy, through the windshield, and looked at the situation on the road ahead.

Now he is just trying to grab time! You know, the footprint heat tracking is 24 hours, if you hurry up the current time, it should still be no problem, although it is not close, but you are angry and don't work hard, but it is another matter.

When Sean and the others saw the city of San Diego from afar, it only took three hours!

The black jeep stopped on the street in front of the private art museum, Sean opened the door and jumped out of the car directly, followed by running through the already drawn cordon, and flashed the golden shield on his waist at the "police" guarding there. And he walked in.

Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was already half past one, before Sacramento came out, it was ten twenty o'clock in the morning, and at that time Theresa said that in the past twenty hours, Sean spent three hours on the road, that is, there is still more than an hour to go, and the footprint heat tracking cannot be used. Therefore, it is normal for Sean to be in such a hurry. But there is still plenty of time.

After Sean entered the private art museum, he said to a middle-aged police officer next to him: "I am Sean, the deputy inspector of the Investigation Bureau, these two are Detective Christina and Detective Frank, what are your names?"

"Thayer!". The middle-aged police officer, wearing a dark blue uniform, replied.

"Give us a brief introduction, let's go, let's go to the scene, talk as we go. ”。 Sean said.

"Okay!". The middle-aged police officer nodded, took Sean and the three of them, and began to walk towards the exhibition hall inside, this building is not small, a bit of a cathedral style, there are five exhibition halls inside. Therefore, the middle-aged police inspector said as he walked: "What was lost is a famous painting called "Twilight", and the time of loss is almost twenty-four hours away from now. Because yesterday was not a holiday, there were not many tourists that day, and the security guards did not find anything in the surveillance camera, but when they heard the flash alarm under the oil painting "Twilight" area and sounded the alarm bell, they immediately rushed to the scene, but they found that "Twilight" was gone!".

He said this, a group of people had already walked to the exhibition hall where the crime occurred, and the middle-aged police inspector pointed to the opposite wall with his hand and said: "Oh, that's it, they only found out that the glass cover was closed, but the oil painting "Twilight" was missing!".

"Okay, is there a suspect?". Sean said, looked at the opposite wall, and saw that there was a glass cover there, but it had been opened at this time, and he estimated in his heart that maybe the police had arrived and made it when he checked it carefully, but the wall of that place was empty.

"There's no trace! We just suspect that some of the security guards are panicking!". The middle-aged police inspector said.

"Thanks, I'll check the scene first!", Sean said, and began to inspect the scene.

The black detective system has already been activated, and several major skills have also begun to be activated. The area of this exhibition hall is not small, at least seventy square meters, but when Sean bent down to look at the ground with his hands behind his back, he found that there were not many footprints in the entire exhibition hall, that is, the footprints of fifteen or six people remained.

This shows that from now on, within 24 hours of going back, only these people have walked in, and most of them should be the police, and some people have repeatedly walked back and forth in the hall, so the possibility of these people being the police is the greatest, and it is likely that they are inspecting the scene like they are doing now.

This exhibition hall is a ** exhibition hall, there is only one door, the remaining three sides are walls, and there is nothing in the ceiling that can be "airborne". This means that the person who takes the painting can only escape through the only door.

And when Sean came in, he found that from the main entrance of this building, he had to make several detours in the middle to this exhibition hall, and he also passed through another exhibition hall. to get here.

Putting aside the window factor for the time being, it can be said that except for Bolt and himself, who were able to escape from the security guards at such a speed as the alarm bell, the rest of the people probably did not have the ability.

Thinking of this, he took out his black notebook from his pocket, recorded these points, and then wrote "The results of the inspection of the window" were noted on the back. ”。 Another colon. When I go out, I'll check the window and write it down.

Sean looked at these footprints carefully, and there were six of them with great steps, indicating that these six people were running at that time. And the color of these six sets of footprints has already glowed gray and hazy, which is a precursor to the imminent disappearance of footprints.

And Sean also clearly saw the panic from their footprints. Two other people had gone out once, and when they walked in again, it had been at least ten minutes later, for the footprints were only a little brighter than when they had just entered. And it was accompanied by a total of six people who walked in.

Sean didn't have to think about it to know that the six new footprint owners were likely to be police officers who arrived at the scene. So the two security guards who had gone out before led them in.

After a while, six or seven more people came in, and these people were also going back and forth in this exhibition hall, looking at the direction of their footsteps, the size of their strides, and so on.

There was another set of footprints, a security guard went out again during this period, but judging by the brightness of the footprints, it was only half an hour later that he came back again, and followed another person.

This man's footsteps seem relatively calm, and the footprints of the security guard are always a little bit behind when he leaves, Sean estimates that this may be a high-level figure in this large private art museum, or simply the boss or something.

Sean looked carefully at the footprints on the ground and found that this high-level person may have asked questions with several police officers, because his footprints used to face the footprints of several police officers, about a meter away.

"Where are the suspects?", Sean circled the room twice, using his eyes to record the entire scene in the database of the Black Detective System. Then he turned to the policeman named Thayer.

"Six security guards, three tourists, all in the police station!". The middle-aged police inspector said.

"Three tourists?". Sean said.

"Yes, I haven't finished my sentence yet, but we've already arrived in this exhibition hall, so ......." The police officer shrugged his shoulders and explained.

"Oh, I'm not talking about this, I'm asking, the three tourists are also suspects? What's going on?". Sean asked.

"There is no evidence, so I can only ask them to go back and make a detailed record!" The middle-aged police inspector said: "The three tourists were in another exhibition hall at the time, the one we passed through when we just came in, and they said that they didn't see anyone else except the security guard. But the police thought that they must have missed something, at least these testimonies were very unfavorable to the security guards, and no one was found on the surveillance, and the guards were most likely to steal themselves! Of course, it is not excluded that some of these tourists are in league with the thief. ”。

Sean nodded, then turned to Christina and Frank and said, "This case is not complicated, I think I have a certain understanding, and this case is similar to the theft of Picasso's "White Dove" in France in 1992!".

"What do you mean? You already know who stole the painting?". Christina asked from the side. Frank and the middle-aged detective were also looking at Sean curiously.

However, Sean shook his head and said, "I mean, the predecessors! Most of the things that people play now are leftovers from the games played by the predecessors, as I often say, when you know a thousand modus operandi, then the thousandth and one, you will definitely be able to crack it!"

Speaking of this, Sean turned his head to look at the middle-aged police inspector and said, "Now take us to the police bureau to see those suspects!"

"Yes, sir!". The middle-aged police inspector said. After all, Sean is now at the level of deputy inspector, and the golden shield pinned to his waist can be seen.

The group had just come out, but at this time, Sean walked very slowly, while asking the middle-aged police officer, such as: "When were these suspects arrested by the police bureau?" Who are those tourists?;" Where's the surveillance footage from the Grand Museum of Art?", he asked, checking the windows he could see along the road.

Sean, who has a black detective system, is still very quick to check things, and can see enough almost as soon as he walks by, but he is very careful now, so he stops for a while when he passes through each window.

But in the end, no trace was found, and the sensors on the protective nets of these windows were working, and the protective nets alone were intact. It shows that the guy who stole the oil painting "Twilight", even if it was Superman, Robin Hood, or Spider-Man, did not leave the window.

Along the way, Sean asks questions, but his eyes are constantly checking the footprints on the ground and anything he sees, and keeps them all in the database of the Black Detective System. When they walked out of the big private art museum. Sean looked two hundred meters away from the street and a car was coming.

Not only Sean, but also Christina and Frank recognized it, it was Team Leader Theresa who had just arrived with the rest of the group.

That's right! Sean is a race car driver, and he is a very good one, he has a fast reflexes, so he dares to drive the car to the limit, and he is also explosive, so his body can do the brain's commands in an instant, such as the steering wheel, even in the city, that speed is not ordinary people's ability. Of course, the siren also played an important role in this, and then again, he would not normally do this, and if he did, others would certainly not say that he was capable, nor would he say that he was pretending to be b, because only the mentally ill would do it in normal times!

The car driven by Maguire also stopped next to Sean's car, and Theresa, along with the rest of Team B, stepped out of the car. Came to the opposite side of Sean.

Theresa said, "Hello, Schumacher!". This means that you are driving the car too fiercely.

"You're welcome!". Sean smiled and said, "I'm just in a hurry to check the scene! You know me, the more time passes, the fewer clues there will be!".

"What did you find?", and Theresa said, "Where are you going?"

"There are no obvious clues, I was asking this Thayer police officer to take us to the local police bureau to see the suspects. ”。 Sean said.

"Suspect?what's the situation?". Theresa asked.

"Among them were the security guards on duty that day, and three were tourists......." Sean began to briefly introduce some of the information he had to Theresa. Finally, he asked, "Do you want to go with me to the police to take a look?" or stay and see the scene first!"

"Follow you to the police bureau!". Theresa turned to the others and said, "Officer Thayer, take us to the police, and everyone else gets into the car." ”。

"Yes, sir!". The middle-aged police inspector said and got into a police car. Sean and the others were behind, following in the car of the Dispatch Bureau.

The local police bureau is not too far from this large private art museum, and it is only six blocks away, and it takes 20 minutes to drive slowly. At their current speed, they only drove for nearly ten minutes before they saw the appearance of the local police bureau.

San Diego is also the second largest city in California and the seventh largest city in the United States, with a population of more than 2.8 million on the shores of San Diego Bay at the southern end of the state. In such a city, the flow of people on the streets should not be too small.

However, as far as Sean is concerned, the road from the private art museum to the police bureau is about ten minutes away, and there are very few pedestrians on both sides of the street. It stands to reason that such a large city, which can earn four billion dollars a year just by tourism alone, should never be in this situation.

Of course, this is not to say that there is no one on either side of the street now, and that is not a dead city. Rather, it shouldn't be so little!

But now I didn't have much time to ask, and when Sean got out of the car at the police station, which was only three floors high, Sean walked up to Officer Thayer and said, "Isn't the population of San Diego nearly three million?

"The mayor is holding a big event in the national park and the Kolemileland National Forest today, and we are the only ones who are unlucky to stay here and investigate the case!" Thayer said with a look of excitement and said, "But my wife and children have gone to play!"

"Oh, what kind of activity?". Sean smiled and asked, "Hearing you say that, I also kind of want to go!"

"Some kind of Indian ritual!", Thayer replied, "You know, more than a quarter of the people here are of Indian blood, and I heard that the mayor has specially invited an old chief to preside over this ancient and mysterious event, which is specially used to attract tourists to this place." No, it's not just tourists who come in, but also a lot of locals who go there!"

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