After Su Zheng ran back, Howard, who received Ye Shuang's provocative eyes, had no choice but to sigh, lazily pulled his fat body from the stool, and resigned himself to take over to complete the next step - this little beauty is really not polite at all to arouse others.

But honestly, he also wanted to know if the painting was really in Serifer's backpack.

"Hey! Buddy! ”

Howard didn't use too many tricks, probably because Su Zheng's single knife just now gave him inspiration, so now the fat foreigner is also using this trick straight to the point.

He wasn't sure what the conversation had gotten between Seripor and the collector, maybe the two were still talking, or maybe they were having a good time talking and were about to break up. For unnecessary trouble...... For example, he had just devised a perfect strategy to force people to open their backpacks, but before they could walk over, the other party had already left...... With this in mind, Howard simply walked over and sat down beside the shy flaxen-haired young man with a familiar look.

Serifer looked at the uninvited guest with some surprise, and after looking at the collector who was also suspicious, he said politely and hesitantly: "I'm sorry, who are you?" ”

"Someone you don't know? Cyrell. The collector looked at them strangely.

"Oh, you're friends?" Howard intercepted Serifer's denial that he was about to speak, and naturally continued: "Of course Serifer and I know each other. Well...... Are you right, Mr. Gentleman? In the latter sentence, Howard asked meaningfully about Serifer.

Hearing the familiar nickname, Serifer's originally calm and dazed expression froze, and then quickly put on a detached and polite smile: "I think you should have something to say to me?" Let's go to the other side and talk. ”

"No need...... Oh, don't mind, right? Howard unceremoniously picked up the small biscuit on the table and took a bite before motioning to ask Serifer.

Serifer gave Howard a silent look and shook his head.

Howard finished the biscuit with two satisfied bites, and then squeezed another piece before saying, "I seem to have left something with you." Serifer. If you don't mind, can you show me your bag? ”

This sentence made the collector a little confused, but after quickly thinking about it, the flaxen-haired young man was sure that he should not have stolen a man of this style on the street recently, and since he had spent all his energy on encountering collectors during this time, it was naturally even more unlikely that he would commit any crimes...... In any case, Serifer believed that the other party would not be able to find what he was looking for in his backpack.

Thinking of this, Serifer also smiled: "Of course, I don't have any problems. "Even if it's the FBI, it's impossible to plant a blame under his nose.

Serifer calmly turned around and took off his backpack under the gaze of the other two. Then the moment I opened it, I froze and noticed an oil painting in the bag that was not supposed to be stored in the zài.

Serifer: When did you put such a painting "......" in your backpack?

Howard noticed the other party's frozen movements, poked his head to look, and whistled: "Wow-" That little girl really has some skills.

The collector still doesn't understand what's going on: "Cyril, what's wrong?" ”

Howard playfully looked at Serevor, who was obviously shocked by God's twist, sympathized with the famous thief for a second, and then gloated: "Mr. Serever, won't you let us enjoy this painting?" ”

"......" Serifer is still in the crash.

As a thief who has long been famous, Serevor can arrogantly do big crimes under the nose of the FBI. The wit of his mind can be seen from this.

But even if it is like what Ye Shuang said, people like him are better at layout and planning theft, and it is impossible for him to have no operational skills at all, which can be known from the fact that he was able to steal Su Zheng's mobile phone in the first place.

In addition to the use of various stratagems and high technology. Serifer's own dexterity in his hands is also quite high. It's hard to say anything else, but petty theft and the like have never been done to him...... Because of this, Serifer was so shocked when an item suddenly appeared in his backpack that was not supposed to belong to him.

Needless to say, the difficulty of stealing and stuffing things. The former, of course, is much higher than the latter. But if it was such a large item crammed in, or under the premise that his backpack had not left him, then this level of technology was far beyond what Serifer knew so far.

How exactly did the other party do it?

Howard admired Serifer's expression right now. After waiting for the other party to savor the shock again, Howard reminded again: "Mr. Serifer? ”

"Huh? Oh. Serifer came back to his senses, and his mind quickly judged the current situation.

Judging by the texture of the oil painting's paper, this is not an age-old thing. The paint of the painting is somewhat gray and looks like a sketch, and turpentine is used for ease of carrying and quick drying. The size is also a bit small, so I don't think it will be used for exhibitions...... So to sum it up, this is basically a work with no market value at all.

After coming to this conclusion, Serifer's initial surprise disappeared a lot.

Although it is impossible to explain the origin of this painting, as long as it does not have a certain value, it can only be regarded as a harmless accident at best......

What Serifer didn't expect now was that in the eyes of some people, the value of a painting doesn't have to be justified by money and seniority.

Serever, who regained his composure, calmly took out the oil painting, as if nothing had happened, and handed it to Howard: "This is what you are looking for?" Oh, actually, I was also a little surprised, it looks like someone's essay sketch, how did it end up in my bag? ”

Subtext: You dead fat guy, don't want to just take a stall and plant it.

Howard took the oil painting and didn't put it away, as early as after witnessing the whole process of Ye Shuang's signature, erasing and resigning, he already understood what the other party wanted to do.

Pushing the empty snack plate on the table, Howard didn't mind putting the picture on the table, and the contents of the whole picture were displayed in the eyes of the three people present.

Collectors' eyes lit up: good paintings! This technique! This layout! The structure of this picture ......

Serifer's eyes lit up: Great! Sure enough, it's a worthless sketch!

"Oh? Mr. Serifer doesn't know why this painting is in your bag? Howard smiled unusually cheaply, and his fat short fingers inadvertently tapped on the position of his signature, and the smooth and beautiful oblique signature was clearly reflected on it: "That's really weird, isn't 'Cyril' your nickname?" ”

The collector immediately noticed this, wiped his glasses and leaned over: "This signature? ”

Serever's eyes can only be better than those of a collector. He also looked at the signature quickly, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Just now he said that he didn't know the origin of this oil painting......

Serifer's mind raced through various reasons, and before he could think of a reasonable explanation, the collector had already noticed a faint trace of graphite underneath the signature.

Rubbing the signature, the collector pondered: "This square-shaped font...... Is it Japanese? ”

Nima!!

The leaf frost that just came over is a groove.

"I'm sorry, but that's Chinese." Ye Shuang sat down and smiled at the others who had just noticed him.

Su Zheng snorted, raised his little chin and raised Serifer defiantly: "Dumbfounded!" ”

“…… People don't understand Chinese. Ye Shuang reminded in a whisper.

After coughing, Ye Shuang smiled at the collector and changed back to English that everyone could understand: "Actually, it's just a painting." I don't mind much. But this is the French scenery I promised to give to my friends, and my culture does not approve of women's private works entering the hands of outsiders...... I'm sorry, but if Mr. Serifer doesn't mind, can I get my painting back? ”

Almost the moment he saw Su Zheng, Serifer suddenly understood the origin of today's play.

If you are serious about it, foreigners do not have a high sense of the appearance of Orientals. But firstly, there is only one Oriental who Serifer has stolen in France recently, and secondly, Su Zheng's personality is also very obvious. So as soon as he saw this familiar rooster-like proud gesture, Serifer instantly recognized the identity of the other party.

also blamed himself for being cheap, and he just needed a mobile phone that didn't belong to him that day to make a private call. Because I don't want to be traced to the information, of course, it's most convenient to steal one from the street.

At that time, this little girl was on the street with such a high spirit, holding a mobile phone and talking on the phone. Because the other party is too emotional, Serifer didn't think too much about it. After the other party finished talking on the phone, he touched it when he passed by.

I didn't expect this to be the end of the fate, the mobile phone Serifer that I touched at that time couldn't be used at all, and the other party's screen secret key was not the popular version that was unlocked casually on the market. Rather, it requires a series of instructions.

Not to mention that he had to steal again after a day job, Serifer never imagined that there would be a follow-up to this matter. A few days later. The other party was able to find himself again, and he didn't know how to retaliate back......

Looking at Su Zheng with a smile, Serifer pursed his lips helplessly: "I think you should be looking for me?" ”

Ye Shuang was also full of interest after being ignored, he didn't expect this kid's brain to turn quite fast, and he had already reacted to the cause and effect in such a little time.

Su Zheng didn't understand, and tugged on Ye Shuang's sleeve: "Sister Shuang, did this kid say bad things about me?" (To be continued......)

PS: There are two bugs.

The first is the drying speed of oil paintings, which was reminded by a relative that it takes about a week for oil paintings to dry thoroughly. I made up for this and asked Sister Shuang to use turpentine...... If the turpentine is not fast enough, let's assume that she also uses instant adhesive......

The second is Serifer's name, Serifer is the full name, and the nickname abbreviation is Serrell, and many places in the previous chapter directly wrote Serrell, which is purely dizzy, everyone knows it.

There is also the issue of jet lag...... The language habit is to speak late, because assuming that Sister Shuang's time is in the afternoon, Ah K's time is already in the evening. Don't mention this to me. It's long-winded and I hate me for watering