I didn't go too far and waited until it was dark in a small restaurant near Shiratsuki. This small coastal town has a small population, and the streets are even more deserted at night.

I stood outside the courtyard planning my next move, there was no security here, only a janitor. I used a few illusions, and he fell asleep.

"Uncle~ I'm sorry that you are old, you may lose your job tomorrow, put this money in your pocket as compensation." As I spoke, I bundled two thousand dollars into a roll and stuffed it into his pocket.

The control of the monitor is also in this room, I pulled the case out, the cables were unplugged, and the hard drive was taken out of my bag.

Everything was ready, and in the dark of night, I slipped into the library again. It wasn't bright when it came during the day, and now I couldn't see anything, so I hid in the doorway for a while to get my eyes used to the darkness.

With the memory of this place during the day, I easily walked to the position of the Danqing painting. I didn't know how to pick the lock, so I had to take out the hilt of the Seven Sects Sword and knock it the cover.

"Whoa-" A few pieces of glass hit the ground with a loud noise. In a panic, I took down the fragments that had not yet fallen one by one and gently lowered them to the ground.

By the time the whole glass was cleaned, I was already sweating. Slowly take off the scroll and roll it up, and put it in the satchel to let go of this breath.

As he tiptoed to retreat, he passed by the position of the white paper folding fan. Stopped inexplicably, stealing one is also stealing, and stealing two is not too much. I can't tell what the hell is going on, but my intuition tells me that Pan Zhen will definitely like that fan.

I fumbled with my hands on the glass cover, ready to do it again.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Knowing you'll still come. A woman's voice came from the other side of the glass.

"I'll go! Who? I was so frightened that I quickly stopped.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! In an instant, all the headlights in the room came on, and the light of the white weaving lamp exposed everything.

It was the beautiful young woman during the day, when the light was not good. I can't see clearly. Only then did I take a good look at her, a tight cheongsam with yellow satin on a white background, a white feather fan in her hand, a string of pearls around her neck, and a touch of carmine on her lips.

"You, you're a female ghost?" Dressed like this at the moment, and living in such a building, the only thing I can think of is a female ghost.

She clutched her feather fan. Laughed a few times and looked at me: "Have you ever seen a female ghost who turned on the light to scare you?" ”

Oh~ It's not: "Then what do you mean?" Ready to call the police to arrest me? ”

I was thinking about how to stun her.

She put down the feather fan and looked very serious: "This Baiyue Residence is mine." Now that you have stolen my paintings, not to mention, but also to take the treasures of the town hall in my collection, do you think I can agree? ”

It turned out that I hit the muzzle of the gun, and no matter how I said this, it was my mistake: "Uh, I'll borrow this Danqing Qingshui painting for a few days." Do you think it's okay? ”

"If only there was this one. I won't be hard for you, but you have to promise to stay with me until the morning. ”

Nani? Don't~~ I'm not a meat seller, so if you let the witch know that you can't eat me.

"I'll have to catch the train back or I'll have a chance next time," I prevaricated, hoping she would change her mind.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to you, I'm just looking for someone to talk to." She walked up to me as she spoke, and took my arm.

Chatting~~ caused me to have a false alarm and wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead. I followed her up to the second floor.

This floor still continues the style of the Republic of China period, with pear wood chairs, round tables, blue and white porcelain vases, and mahogany screens.

I sat in a chair. She slowly poured a cup of tea, and the aroma was immediately overflowing.

"Hmmm! This tea is so fragrant! As I spoke, I picked up the cup and took a sip.

The young woman smiled slightly and sat down on the chair: "I don't know what the name of this little brother is?" ”

I put down the cup and wiped my lips: "My name is Zhang Yao~" After saying that, I regretted it, if she went to the police, I am afraid that she will soon become a wanted criminal.

She nodded and stroked the feather fan: "Zhang Gongzi, do you know the origin of my White Moon Residence?" ”

I shook my head and thought: I'm here to steal things, so I don't have time to care how I got here.

"Bai Ayajuan went down to cross the soul, the moon was bright and beautiful, and she looked at it without being cold, and she didn't have to worry about a little red candle. For this soul-breaking poem, I took the first word to make the name of the museum. ”

"So that's the case~ You're quite talented." I replied with a smirk.

"This poem actually comes from a story, saying that in ancient times, there was a young and beautiful woman who fell in love with a scholar"

Oops~~ I love to listen to stories, but I don't like to listen to romance stories, this young woman looks like the kind of literary fan full of love, I don't know when she wants to talk about it. I had to listen depressedly while sipping tea.

Their love was not recognized by the family, so the woman decided to die in love, and the scholar did not come until after her death, and it was too late, so the scholar played a parting song for the woman under the moon. It is rumored that this song touched the black and white impermanence of the underworld, and the two of them did not take the woman away immediately, but let them meet and talk about their love for a long night. ”

"Touching and touching" Actually, I really don't think it, maybe my emotional intelligence is too low: "Is that fan the scholar's?" ”

The young woman shook her head: "No, according to legend, this fan was written by Bai Wuchang." ”

"Poof! - I squirted a sip of tea. The more you talk about it, the more unreliable it becomes, Bai Wuchang still has empty poems to paint, and besides, isn't there a name written on it? Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell her about these things, so let me go quickly.

"I've drunk almost the same amount of tea, and you see it's almost dawn, or I'll go back first and come back to chat with you when I'm free." With that, I stood up and prepared to leave.

She grabbed my hand, what a cold hand! She also said that she is not a female ghost, can people be cold to this extent?

I was about to pull out the Seven Sects Sword when she suddenly let go of her hand.

What does it mean that "you" is silent and stopping? I looked at her with a frown, confused.

"I'll send you out." She walked ahead and left the second floor, and I followed behind me figuring out what she had just wanted to say.

When she came to the white paper folding fan, she gently opened the glass door cover and took the fan out.

Fold it layer by layer and hand it to me. What do you mean? Sent me?

"Give it to the person you're going to give it to, I guess he'll like it." Her gentle tone didn't seem like she was deceiving me, but how did she know that I was going to give away this fan? There must be something wrong with this woman, and there must be something wrong with this place.

"Zhang Gongzi, please go back." She kept sending me out of the door, and she didn't explain to me what was going on, I was a little depressed, but I was helpless, did I really hug my thighs and let people talk?

The task is completed, and I am not considered stealing, after all, I have the approval of the master. Put away all the fan scrolls and embark on the journey home. (To be continued.) )