After returning to the bar, Lin Qing sat down briefly for a while, called the housekeeper, and ten minutes later, the bodyguard drove slowly to Nassau Street, and without much stop, Lin Qing left the bar and returned to the castle.

The Amsterdam police were already in a state of bustle at this point, and the laid-back white cops were forcibly pulled out of their beds and began to take to the streets in search of any suspicious person.

The Dutch police are a little worse than the French police, and the first few police officers who came to the Van Gogh Museum were a little drunk, they were all ordinary low-level patrol police, I don't know what the situation was, and several police officers were delayed for ten minutes, and they also developed a reason.

When the second group of police arrived, they were noticeably more professional, and they came with all kinds of equipment to conduct an inspection of the museum.

The footage captured by the old surveillance equipment is blurry, and only the general outline can be distinguished, and the style of the face mask is not clear.

"He's about 1.8 meters tall, with a very strange mask, he doesn't smile, he doesn't speak, he can't hear the sound, but I know for sure that he can fly, and he disappeared from my eyes with a whoosh."

"Wilson is right, that man can still block bullets, I fired several shots and he didn't react, is his body made of steel?"

The testimony of the two security guards who first discovered Lin Qing confused the police.

"What do you think, Officer Vincent?" The police officer who recorded the record was a little unable to record, and couldn't help but look at the other officer next to him.

Vincent graduated from Royal Netherlands University with a degree in psychology and is proficient in criminal psychology.

Twenty-one Van Gogh paintings, five ornaments and two signage were stolen from the museum, and everything that hung on the wall was looted, leaving the exhibition area empty.

Twenty-one oil paintings were stolen, and one person must not be able to carry them, and there must be more than one thief, but the surveillance footage only captured the figure of one person, and it was blurry.

"There are ghosts in the museum, otherwise it would not be so easy for thieves to steal more than 20 paintings, gather all the staff tonight, and the people who stay outside the museum will definitely find out."

Vincent was an atheist, he didn't believe in ghosts, and he wasn't big enough to imagine a thief owning a system space.

The Dutch police action did not affect Lin Qing, and when he returned to the castle, Lin Qing couldn't wait to return to the basement.

"How many gold coins can be exchanged in total?"

"Twenty-one Van Gogh paintings, three fakes, a total of 1.02 million gold coins."

One hundred and twenty thousand, I got rich, I really got rich, but Lin Qing quickly found out that something was wrong, why was it only twenty-one, and he took at least thirty or so pairs, right?

There is also a schematic plan of the museum that Lin Qing has also taken back, and there is also a promotional slogan......

Three fakes, the system did not copy, Lin Qing couldn't understand what was painted, but he was very curious, why are there fakes of Van Gogh in the Van Gogh Museum?

Although he was disgusted by the three fakes, Lin Qing was still in a good mood, and the income of one million gold coins made him not know how to spend it.

I watched it in the system store for a long time, and there weren't too many useful things, and the invincible pretending items in various novels didn't appear, just some small objects needed to protect (steal) (steal) cultural relics.

In the end, Lin Qing spent one million gold coins to increase the space to more than 100 cubic meters, leaving 200,000 gold coins, and left the basement satisfied.

Amsterdam Hospital

A group of people paced back and forth anxiously around an old man lying on a hospital bed, constantly looking at the hospital bed, his eyes were full of anxiety, but he didn't make much noise.

"Wake up, wake up, Dean Condi is awake."

A few people who were anxiously waiting around quickly gathered around the bedside, their expressions a little embarrassed.

"How's it going in the museum?"

Condi is the old man of the museum, and the museum has been dedicated to the museum since its establishment.

From the first painting he collected, to the more than 200 works now, it can be said that it is Condi's painstaking efforts, and each painting is like his child, carefully cared for, otherwise he would not faint directly when he saw the museum being stolen today.

The people around the hospital bed looked at each other, bowing their heads and not daring to speak, and Condi had a bad premonition.

Laboriously raised his hand and pointed at one of them: "Neo, you say, tell me how the museum is, is the loss big?"

The man who was pointed at looked ashamed, lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word, his mouth wanted to open several times, but he couldn't hold back, and his eyes were a little red.

"Say! Tell me quickly! Condi was very anxious and wanted to get up from the hospital bed, but was stopped by several people around him.

Neo whispered a few words, but his voice was low and fast, and no one could hear what he said.

"You give me a louder!"

"Curator, twenty-one paintings have been stolen from the museum, the police are working hard to solve the case, there are already clues, and the thieves will be caught soon."

"How many pairs do you say?"

"Twenty-one."

As soon as Neo finished speaking, Curator Condi passed out again, and a group of people panicked again, some went to call for the doctor, and some kept screaming something.

Only a white man in a suit and tie had a slight smile on his mouth, a little excited in his heart, and ecstatic in his heart: I don't know if the three paintings I secretly dropped were stolen, and if they were stolen, no one would find out about the paintings in the museum that I secretly stole and sold, right? However, those thieves had a really big appetite, and they actually stole more than 20 paintings at one time, hoping that they would not be caught.

Museum, Reference Room.

"Officer Vincent, have you found anything?"

A museum staff member asked cautiously as he handed over a cup of coffee.

There was some rumor in the whole museum, and the police checked all the staff one by one, and the person in charge was Vincent.

"Thank you for the coffee, I haven't found it yet, and when I'm working, please don't bother me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just think it's too late, you might need a coffee pick-me-up."

"Thank you."

After inviting the attentive staff out, Vincent began to look at some information in a daze, one of which was the middle-aged man who was sneering in the hospital just now.