Breaking into the auction house's perimeter and internal surveillance systems is a piece of cake.

After hearing this, Chen Aili stood up and said, "Okay, I'll talk to Elizabeth about this matter, ask her to go out of the mountain and fight cattle in the air." Well...... You give me the office and home address of the antique dealer, and I'll take a look. ”

"Senior sister, what are you going to do?" Wei Jiajun asked puzzled. But he still gave the address to Chen Aili.

"The bell must also be tied to the bell. Don't you think antique dealers are weird? Oh, by the way, David, in front of everyone else, be sure to call me 'Miss Hecate,' I'm Elizabeth. After Chen Aili finished speaking, she took the address and left.

She must find the whereabouts of the "Dharma Eye Dzi" as soon as possible, otherwise once the police carefully screen the people who have entered the auction house in the past few days, they will find that she went in in a big flower dress and then changed into a white dress. The police will certainly list her as a key suspect.

Chen Aili regretted that she had thought too simply yesterday, so that she made a major mistake. It's too late to make amends.

Lee Kwang-han, who had put on his makeup in the public restroom, sneaked to the back door of the hotel kitchen, cleverly used a refrigerated truck to block the camera, and took three steps and two steps to the back street behind the hotel.

He followed the path that "Elizabeth" had led him the night before, and came to the subway station. He slipped into the crowd of people in the subway station, sat with the dense crowd for a stop, and then sat back again, going up to the ground level from the exit across the street.

There is a secluded path across the street, parallel to the main road, and you can walk down the famous tall landmark. Diagonally opposite the building is the Ary's café that "Elizabeth" once said.

Under the white umbrella in front of the café, leisurely tourists sit and talk and laugh. The café was crowded with people and cars, and Lee Kwang-han paced unhurriedly into the café and sat down in a small corner by the back door.

He asked for a cappuccino, a tiramisu cake, picked up a fashion magazine, and looked nonchalant.

The hot coffee is covered with a thick milk lid, a palm leaf is painted on the milky white foam, and a fine cocoa powder is sprinkled on the cream cream cake, as if it will melt at any time.

With the plane trees rustling in the breeze and the street performers playing saxophone tunes outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it could have been a beautiful afternoon, but at this moment Lee Kwang Han will face great risks and challenges.

About an hour later, Lee's cell phone rang, and he glanced at the phone number, Harant calling.

Lee Kwang-han got up and went to the bathroom, and it turned out that the exit of the bathroom that "Elizabeth" was talking about was a half-person-high glass window. He leapt and climbed through the glass window, which was a low, beautifully manicured bush.

He walked into a small alley under the cover of the bushes along the base of the wall. Harant changed to a two-seater mini car and parked it on the side of the road, and as soon as Lee Kwang Han got into the car, the mini car disappeared into the dust and disappeared into the old alley.

In a modern office building, dressed barely