"Why, envy." Duchamp clasped his hands and walked to the door.

Goethe, who was on the side, also walked over with his arms, his eyes full of vigilance.

That night, the two hunters who were guarding the secret room were hypnotized unconsciously, but fortunately, the hunters were already on guard, and there was a high-tech alarm hidden in the jewelry box, which would call the police as soon as they left the room. Despite this, the female snitch ran away incognito in front of Goethe.

In the end, it was Duchamp who miraculously retrieved both the snitch and the jewelry, and Goethe did not know what they were talking about, as if Duchamp and the female snitch were old acquaintances, and now they seem to have secretly hooked up

He leaned over to hear what the two were saying.

"Is all the money from this auction yours?"

"It's beautiful to think about, only one percent is mine."

"What's that?"

Duchamp turned around, his eyes full of the expression of the big bad wolf looking at Little Red Riding Hood: "It seems that there may be millions, what, envy?" Do you want to make a little money, I am recruiting a secretary recently, do you want to apply, rest assured, I never bring change, and the reward is an integer of one hundred and one hundred. ”

Seeing that Goethe was leaning in this way, he hurriedly pulled Ah Jiu away, and continued to lure as he walked.

After careful consideration yesterday, Duchamp successively abandoned his plan to find a Juggernaut or Goethe's partner to infiltrate the mansion. The Juggernaut couldn't let go of his principles and promised to help him deal with the Speaker, but he certainly wouldn't agree to let him take away a stitch from that castle. And Goethe would certainly have used the method of brutal kidnapping, which was not what Duchamp wanted.

And the little snitch in front of her is different, not only is she clever in stealth, but she is also a professional in sliding doors and picking locks, and most importantly, she loves money.

Walking to no one's place, he completely spread out the cards.

"I've got something on my eye at Crossbell, give me a trip, take it out, and a million Mira will be yours, how about it?"

The purple-haired girl's eyes widened, as if she had heard something incredible, and after a while, as Duchamp's index finger and thumb continued to rub, the gaze in her pupils gradually turned into a string of beating $$.

After three or four hours of bidding, some of the guests who had run out of money began to go out to eat in the lounge.

After Duchamp and his temporary helper had settled the details, they walked out of the room and found Officer Dudley frowning and grimly patrolling. He leaned in and didn't have anything to say: "The auction has come to an end, everything has been bought, so there shouldn't be so much to inspect." ”

Officer Dudley was meticulous in his words, "Even so, it is important to prevent thieves from sneaking in and stealing jewelry that customers have bought." ”

Duchamp continued to deal with the man with facial paralysis, who was said to be extremely difficult to deal with: "In the past two days, the police of your city have been working hard day and night to ensure the smooth holding of the auction. ”

Dudley really refused: "This is a matter of office, no need to thank you." At 10 p.m., when the security work was over, we left on our own, so we didn't have to bother with hospitality. ”

After the evening auction, Mr. Lincoln happily told Duchamp a figure: 33 million meters. Everyone was beaming. It was inconvenient to take such a large sum of cash with him, and Goethe said that he would sleep with the money on his pillow for the night, and then deposit it at the International Bank of Crossbell tomorrow. Lincoln smiled and said to Duchamp: "After removing the cost, the net profit is still 26 million, and you want to donate 5.2 million, don't you feel heartache?" Duchamp glanced at him: "As long as you don't embezzle the money I donated, I won't be heartbroken." ”

Goethe also told Duchamp that the old man intended to return to Northumburia himself after receiving the money for the auction, to see what was going on there, and to spend the money by the way. Duchamp's heart was moved, and he said to Goethe: "If you can wait, wait a little until July and August, and wait for the school holidays." I would also like to visit Northumbria. ”

Early the next morning, everyone went to the Crossbell International Bank in high spirits, and when they came out, Duchamp had an extra VIP card in his pocket, a full 1.6 million mira in his account, and 1 million mira on his body.

Goethe announced that the chasseurs would have a half-day holiday, took a sum of money as a bonus, and went to the city with his subordinates to make a big purchase.

After his leisure, Duchamp went to discuss with Sir Lincoln that it was rare to be entertained by Speaker Hartmann, so why not give the Speaker a jewel to deepen the friendship and lay the foundation for the smooth holding of next year's auction, and the jewel as a gift was given by Duchamp.

When Lincoln heard this, he agreed, and the two of them went to visit the butler, asking when it would be convenient to visit the speaker, and thanking him in person. This kind of connotative vocabulary is understood by the housekeeper as soon as he hears it, and immediately calls the Speaker's office to make sure that the Speaker will be back at dusk.

When Duchamp heard this, his heart blossomed, and when he went back, he prepared a delicate box and put the gift in it. Looking at the dusk, he and Sir Lincoln arrived at the Speaker's mansion.

The Speaker looked more amiable than the last time, and after a long time of homely thought, Duchamp took out the gift.

The Speaker was going to give it a comment and praise to deepen the friendship between the two sides. Duchamp mysteriously said that this jewel was a very small number of Patek Philippe, which even Rayam III had never seen, and that it was not in circulation in the market, and was only suitable for solitary appreciation when no one was around. After saying that, under the pretext that it was getting late, he and Sir Lincoln took their leave.

The speaker heard so mysteriously that he did not hand it over to the butler, but came to the study and opened it, only to see that there was a jewel inlaid with a large magic crystal in the box, which was engraved with various gorgeous patterns, although it looked quite valuable, but he did not know what it was. Fortunately, there was still an instruction manual in the box, and he picked it up and looked at it with a strange expression on his face.

Duchamp and Lincoln said goodbye, their eyes slipped to both sides, and they were relieved to see that there were no guests in the Speaker's mansion today.

After returning to the hotel, Duchamp excused himself to go fishing, changed into a set of dark clothes, put on gloves, and walked towards the villa area.

Walking to the small river in the villa area, he turned his head left and right to look at it, and asked strangely, "What about people?" ”

Ah Jiu's ghostly figure emerged from behind a tree, holding two hoods in his hands, and handed him one.

Putting on the hood, Ah Jiu said in a low voice: "The guards at the door are very strict, you still describe the shape and position of the things to me, and help me calculate the wind." ”

What that thing looked like, even Duchamp himself did not know. He said arrogantly: "Do you think that if you are invisible, so will I." After speaking, his figure disappeared.

"The breath is so bad that a domestic cat can smell it." There was merciless mockery in the air beside him.

Duchamp fixed his gaze and looked at the small map, next to himself, there was a silver dot, knowing that his partner was still there. He commanded in a low voice: "The top floor of that house has infrared surveillance, since you can sense my location, follow closely." Be careful, if you have an accident, you must not let people catch it, the other party is a big man. ”

When they arrived at the edge of the plank road outside the Speaker's mansion, the Speaker's castle was already within the radar monitoring range, Duchamp turned up the radar function, and found that the Speaker was indeed in the bedroom on the top floor.

It seems that the plan has been half successful, and under the guidance of Ah Jiu, Duchamp specially smeared a layer of Nightmare Sandalwood on the inside of the gift, since this thing can also be added to the high-end aromatherapy, presumably even if the speaker sees through it, he will not be suspicious.

He moved slowly, and the effect of the primary stealth didn't seem to have reached the point of applying Ruxin, and if he moved too fast, there would be a flaw. When he reached the door, he saw that the gate was not closed, and the butler was walking and patrolling the yard, and there was a dog following him.

"There are dogs!" Duchamp muttered under his breath and stopped awkwardly.

A sneer came from the air next to him. Ah Jiu appeared, took out another bottle, and commanded in a low voice, "Follow me, this thing will confuse the dog's sense of smell." ”

Two sneaky figures, welt slip into the hall.

Thanks to the Speaker himself, who led a tour of the entire castle, their infiltration went so smoothly.

Duchamp looked at the small map and saw that there was no one in the corridor on the right, so he took the opportunity to sneak up to the fourth floor and hide in a guest room, these ordinary rooms, without any surveillance.

"There is such a beautiful garden in the middle of the castle!" Ah Jiu, who flashed in later, discovered the new world, greedily through the window, and went to the scenery downstairs.

Duchamp motioned for her not to speak, and concentrated his mental power on the ceiling, only five meters away from the speaker's bedroom.

At this moment, the speaker is riding on the body of a maid, proving the staying power of a haute couture product. When doing this kind of thing, people's mental power is already in a state of excitement, and the slow volatilization of Nightmare Sandalwood brings about a hallucinogenic effect, giving Dushang an opportunity to take advantage of.

Invading the brain domain, Duchamp is almost still a layman, he is not like a professor, he has a lot of experience, and Duchamp instinctively doesn't like this kind of thing to look at other people's **.

However, at some point, when the blood and attention are not in the mind, the vigilance of consciousness will be minimized.

He slowly sneaked in, lurking in the speaker's mind, planting several subconscious minds in succession before he got what he wanted.

Since last summer, some mysterious figures have been giving gifts to the Speaker, urging him to recuperate in the winter to a famous resort in the Republic of Calvard, where he is said to be more beautiful than paradise. It seems that in the Speaker's consciousness, the trip to Paradise did not get much fun, but fell into an uncontrollable handle, so he didn't want to remember it very much, and hid these things in the depths of his brain.

Duchamp called several times in succession, almost to wake up the speaker, before gathering the information he needed.

After Duchamp finished collecting the information, he breathed a sigh of relief, added some more exciting and crazy thoughts to the two men and women who were separated by several floors of ceilings, and then slowly withdrew his mental power, and fixed his eyes to see that Ah Jiu's brown pupils were staring at him.

"Okay, it turns out that I underestimated you, and you actually let out your mental power." Ah Jiu withdrew his pupil technique and threatened in a low voice: "Just now I couldn't help but want to rush at your head, in that state, maybe I can directly beat you into an idiot." ”

"Don't make a fuss, I'm just checking what's going on in this building. It was in the room upstairs on the right, and now there was no one else upstairs except these two people, and it was a good time. Duchamp gestured to the ceiling.