Seeing the look of disappointment on Duchamp's face, Cassius added: "Of course, there may be exceptions in some emergency situations, such as if you have enough evidence to prove that he was a criminal participant, and in order to protect more people, you can occasionally cross the line." ”

Duchamp shook his head helplessly and said, "There is no evidence, you have stayed here for the past few days, and I will try it anyway." In addition, I have a view to show you, and I will let you know if there is any result at that time. ”

Cassius looked at him with a resolute expression and asked, "Is there any danger?" "It shouldn't be very dangerous, if I get caught by the police, don't forget to get me out."

Cassius was about to inquire further about the situation, when he suddenly felt some commotion in the night wind, and Duchamp listened to it, stood up suddenly, and said, "It's the commotion on the side of the shopping street of Mishuram." It suddenly occurred to him that the batch of jewels waiting to be auctioned would not be a high-profile propaganda to attract thieves.

Duchamp took the oars and rowed the dinghy towards the shore of the pier, and was about to go ashore to check the movement, when Cassius suddenly said: "Hide, someone is coming quickly towards the dock." ”

The two of them were curled up in the canopy, and Duchamp's eyes widened, and he looked into the moonlight, and there was no figure. He suddenly remembered, opened the map, and saw a silver dot moving quickly towards the dock.

Silver dots, what does this mean? Is it stealth?

Duchamp was thinking. The point had been moved to a ship on the docks, and he came out and threw his baggage into the cabin to untie the cables.

Duchamp didn't have time to explain, and said in a low voice: "It may be a thief, lean over." Intercept him. ”

Cassius was surprised to hear Duchamp say this, and hurriedly rowed up.

The shadow untied the cable, and before he could start the boat, he noticed a small boat in the water, rowing straight towards him.

He hurriedly started his engine, twisted the rudder, and made a turn, deliberately avoiding the boat.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let him run, my jewels!" Duchamp was so anxious that he took the other oar and rowed desperately.

Cassius looked at the ship's bend and reminded, "Pay attention to the balance of the ship. ”

Before Duchamp could react, he saw the Juggernaut stand up, throw the wooden oar in his hand, and smash it into the boat in an arc in the air.

The guy who was at the helm was smashed hard by the flying oars, and his eyes were full of stars, and he fell to the ground, and was carried by his hand, hung up the rudder, and spun in circles in a frenzy.

The boat bobbed several times in quick succession before it was able to stabilize its balance, and Cassius commanded, "Be careful, lean in." Counting the distance of the ship, he felt that it was almost there, and with his weapon in his hand, he leaped over and landed steadily on the power ship.

The man on the power boat was struggling to get up, trying to hold the rudder, when he suddenly saw a man falling from the sky, he was so frightened that he gritted his teeth, took out a dagger from his body, and attacked first.

Duchamp was in the boat, and shook for a while before he stabilized his position and rocked the small wooden boat and approached it.

By the time he jumped onto the power boat, the battle was over. The dagger of the dark shadow, in the hand of Cassius. Because he did not know the ins and outs of what was going on, Cassius did not take any coercive measures, but only prevented him from escaping.

Duchamp didn't care to see what the thief looked like, and opened the baggage on the ground, and sure enough, it was full of jewelry boxes with the words Patek Philippe printed on them. He hugged the burden and let out a sigh of relief.

"People get stolen goods."

Cassius turned on the ship's lights, and Duchamp and the little thief looked at each other in the light, and the two of them were stunned.

"Miss Ah Jiu, I haven't seen you for a long time, it turns out that in addition to opening a flower shop, you also have other side jobs."

"Why are you, what are you going to do, robbery?"

"Humph!" Duchamp smiled, and he picked up a jewelry box and opened it, revealing the magic gems inside.

"Patek Philippe, this is our family's business, and I came to Crossbell to hold a jewelry auction. Aren't these gems supposed to be in the Delphinium Hotel? ”

Ah Jiu's face suddenly turned pale.

Originally, she only suffered heavy losses in Lulei some time ago, and she read the news of this auction in the magazine, so she temporarily wanted to make a profit, but she didn't expect to encounter this kind of hard stubble.

"Mr. Cassius, this person will be handed over to the police by you, and I will send these jewels back, and those people on the shore must be in a hurry."

"No, don't hand me over to the police. I'm just in a hurry to use the money, I don't know it's your stuff, for the sake of our acquaintance, let me go. Ah Jiu's eyes squeezed, made a tearful look, and begged Duchamp.

"We just met by chance on the train, and I don't think we have such a big friendship, so you might as well go to the police uncle to talk about life." Duchamp's words were completely non-negotiable.

"Don't push me!" Seeing the moon on the surface of the lake, as bright as a mirror, Ah Jiu screamed hysterically.

"Looks like you have any other big moves?" With the Sword Master there, Duchamp was very relieved, he crossed his arms, and waited to see the excitement.

Ah Jiu stopped talking, raised his brown eyes that were still stained with tears, and looked at the moon, motionless, the color of his pupils becoming darker and darker.

Duchamp suddenly felt a little hairy. Looking at it from his point of view, Ah Jiu's shadow was dragged on the ground for a long time, and it looked very strange when it was reflected by the lake light and the moonlight. How is this scene a bit like a ghost movie I watched in my previous life.

No, the shadow has grown beyond its normal range.

"What the hell is this?" Duchamp drew his knife, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and chopped towards the shadow.

The shadow suddenly rolled up a gust of black wind, and in the blink of an eye, it became three.

The original girl was gone, and three identical black shadows appeared on the ship, each holding a dagger, and attacked the two men.

"It turned out to be a shadow summoner." Cassius reminded Duchamp loudly, "Dodge their attacks and beware of corrosion." ”

As he spoke, two shadows were already striking at Cassius, one left and one right.

Cassius frowned, at the moment they were in a small ship, it was inconvenient to move, and he had to be careful not to dismantle the ship, and not to accidentally injure Duchamp next to him. He waved the power stick in his hand and danced a stick flower, knocking the two shadows flying.

The summons flew out of the side of the ship, turned a corner, and flew back in an attempt to sneak up on the back.

Duchamp had the heart to show himself in front of the Sword Master, and he shook his spirit to deal with the only monster in front of him. He held the green feather in his hand, and slashed and slashed, beating the monster to the ground.

But Cassius was heard crying out in a loud voice, "Beware of your blade, and come back to me." ”

Hearing this, Duchamp retreated while on guard, unwillingly retreating behind the Sword Master. Without the obstacle of Duchamp, the sword master let go of his hands and feet, waved the stick in his hand, and a piece of blue light swirled on the stick, and the three monsters couldn't dodge, as long as they got it, they immediately screamed, they were bound by the summoned contract, and they had to attack the two people in front of them, and they floated out not far away, and then floated back to continue to participate in the battle.

Duchamp hid in a corner of the deck, watching as the sword master swung his long stick with more and more blue light. After attacking five or six times, Cassius seized the opportunity for the three monsters to join in a line, and a blue light appeared on the stick's body, like a thick lightning bolt, and roared towards the sky.

The three shadows were hit at the same time, struggling, screaming, turning to ashes and falling into the lake.

"Twisted stick!" Duchamp was dumbfounded, he would also use this trick, but what he could put out, that is, a stick wind, rolled up to three or five meters in front at most.

"It turns out that stick skills can also jerk off, brother must practice well when he goes home!"

He suddenly remembered something and looked around: "The woman ran away in a small boat." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that easy." Cassius stared at the boat floating on the blue lake a few hundred sub-distances, swaying like a ghost in the moonlight.

(This chapter turned out to be wrong, and the next chapter was posted first, and now it has been changed.) ）