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"Poof!"

Jin Muchen couldn't help but squirt out the sip of red wine he had just drunk into his mouth.

So that's what happened, I said, how can the small guns of the Japanese be worthy of the big holsters of the Americans?

"Hehe, you have to learn more from others, licking the plate is good, and it is also a skill. Maybe you can lick off a billionaire woman? ”

Jesse looked at Jin Muchen's eyes as if water was about to bubble up, with such a charming look, how could Jin Muchen still be able to hold it, and a hungry tiger pounced on it.

"Humph! Lao Tzu doesn't have his ability to lick the plate, but Lao Tzu has an overlord gun, which can also pick out billionaire women off the horse......"

The big bed is surging, and the room is full of spring......

That evening, Mrs. Yamamoto took her two sons to a concert in the city, and Mr. Yamamoto stayed at home alone, intending to continue his antique studies at home.

Mrs. Yamamoto was also quite helpless about her husband's hobbies and interests, but she also knew his temperament, so she didn't force him to go with him.

After Yamamoto saw his wife and son get into the car and go away, he stood at the door for a while, smoked a cigarette, and then returned to his room.

Once the door was locked, he went straight downstairs to the basement, where his studio was located, not only where he usually studied antiques, but also his own collection.

After taking over his second-hand wife, he was very satisfied with what he had gained, and he didn't know what this woman's original surname was. But when he took over her. Her surname is McEvoy. It was her last husband's last name.

Her ex-husband not only left her Wanguan family wealth, but also left her a lot of treasures that their family has accumulated and collected over hundreds of years, but it is a pity that their family has not been prosperous, and as a result, those collections are all cheaper for him Shingo Yamamoto.

It's just that later, in order to curry favor with the director of the art museum, in order to be able to get the position of the director of the Oriental Department of the art museum, those things. A lot of high-quality products have been taken out to dot up, and the relationship has been used up.

The rest are more ordinary, less valuable gadgets.

Over the years, Shingo Yamamoto has taken advantage of the position of director of the Oriental Department of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, but he has reaped a lot of benefits, and the money alone is several million.

But for a person who studies antiques and loves antiques, when the money reaches a certain amount, it is just a number in the bank. How can there be those antique toys that are pleasing to the eye?

Over the years, he has successively scooped up some good things himself, but for a person who often goes in and out of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. The people who see the top works of art are the good things he gets their hands on, that is, they can be regarded as good compared to ordinary road goods, but compared with the collections in the art museum, they are not even foot hair at all.

So he soon grew tired of his collection, and he soon sold them again, and he could only satisfy himself by working in the museum every day, when he came into contact with the top artworks.

In fact, he has always longed to own one or two treasures in the museum, and he also knows that this is actually the idea of many employees who work in the museum and understand antiques and artworks.

But everyone also knows that this idea is not realistic, in today's world of ubiquitous surveillance, if you want to play the game of self-theft, you can't have any other results than folding yourself in.

But just when he thought his wish would never come true in his lifetime, his chance finally came.

That day, after licking his wife's plate for the night, he drank a lot of fairy water and felt refreshed, so he decided to go to the art museum early.

When he arrived at the art museum, he found that the museum had been ransacked, and when he found a few security guards, the frightened and frightened security guards were already asleep in the security room.

His first thought at that time was to call the police, but when he found that all the telephone lines in the security room had been cut off and the monitoring facilities had been destroyed, another thought soon broke into his mind.

So he took advantage of the gap in the period of time before the state of affairs was discovered, and hid a few treasures that he had loved for a long time.

In the end, in order to destroy the evidence of Miè's own crime, he simply caused a small fire inside the museum.

He was still worried for a while afterwards, but after a few days, it was calm, until today, when he watched the news, he saw that the police had put the Irish gangster Posey in check. When Jackson and his accomplices served a pot, he completely let go of his hanging heart.

He knew that this matter was over, even if the coffin was closed, no matter whether those lost treasures would be recovered in the end, anyway, the case was over.

The news vultures will soon be gone, and in another three to five months, the case will be a forgotten past.

Maybe in a few years, or a dozen years, Hollywood directors will remember this material and make a movie or something.

But by then, the robbery would be just a joke at most people's dinner tables.

As for solving the case or something, you really think too much, think about the attitude of the police to deal with that Posey today, just these idiots, do you expect them to solve the case?

But regardless of the case, whether it is the Posey or not. Jackson did it, he did himself a big favor this time, but fortunately he ran away himself, and it was better that he didn't show up for the rest of his life.

As long as he doesn't show up, the police won't be able to catch him, and if the police can't catch him, they won't know about their self-theft.

It's been days since he got those things back from the museum, and they've been hidden in the vault in his basement, and his nerves have been tense for the past few days, and he hasn't even had a chance to take a good look at his loot.

Now there is finally a chance, tonight the wolf-like girl is going to take her two sons to the concert, and finally there is no need for him to lick the plate, he finally has time to be alone and appreciate his booty.

Shingo Yamamoto picked up a good bottle of red wine, then went downstairs to his studio, and pushed open the bookshelf behind the wall, revealing the door to the vault inside.

This vault was repaired by myself with my second-hand wife's ex-husband, but it's a pity that now even the house is cheaper.

He pressed the code, and the heavy iron door of the vault creaked, and after a final click, he grasped the handle and pulled the heavy iron door open.

He took out a few ancient paintings with a bit of coolness from inside, and came outside, carefully spreading out those scrolls one by one, and then hanging them on the wall.

These ancient paintings are very old, the paper is very fragile, Yamamoto looked at the calligraphy and paintings that looked very weak, and wondered if he should reframe these ancient paintings?

It was at this time that he suddenly heard the doorbell from upstairs.

The security system of their mansion is very advanced, and in recent years, because he has also done some shady business, he has upgraded it several times.

The doorbell at the door has now been replaced by a new pair of electronic intercoms, which he can see who is standing in the doorway.

He went to the monitor on the wall, pressed the button, and soon the small screen showed the situation in front of their house, two policemen, a man and a woman, were standing in front of their house.

How can it be a policeman? Could it be that they found some clues?

When he saw clearly that it was the policeman standing at the door, Shingo Yamamoto's heart immediately chuckled, but looking at the expressions of the two policemen, it didn't seem that they were here to arrest people, and even the man was still looking back and laughing quietly with the female policeman.

He called up the surveillance cameras around the room, and didn't see any SWAT or anything like that ambushed in the grass, so he was relieved and pressed the call button.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Huh? Hello, is it Mr. Yamamoto? We're from the Boston Police Department, I'm Mike, this is Joey, and we're from that Posey. Jackson found some things in his house, and I hope you can go over and identify them and see if they are from your museum. ”

Officer Mike, said into the walkie-talkie.

Hearing him say this, Yamamoto was stunned, these policemen are really from Posi. Something rummaged out of Jackson's house?

I waited in the art museum all afternoon today, but I haven't heard of such news?

That Percy was stupid enough, how could he hide it in his house if he stole those things?

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's heart was in turmoil, could it be that Posey. Jackson caught? Or were all the robbers who participated in that robbery caught?

What if they confess to the police that the amount of things they stole does not match what they finally reported?

Would the police have thought of the possibility of self-theft?

But Naposi. Jackson seems to have run away, forget it, it's all on his head when the time comes, anyway, as long as he is not caught for a day, then the police will die for a day without proof.

Thinking of this, Shingo Yamamoto turned his heart sideways.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you still there? Can you open the door and let us in and wait? You also know it's cold outside, and Joey wants to borrow your bathroom, do you think it's okay? ”

When Yamamoto was still wandering, the policeman standing at the door spoke again, and as soon as Yamamoto gritted his teeth, he pressed the switch to unlock the door, and then simply put the paintings back to the safe from the new stuff, and then went upstairs. (To be continued......)