"Are you sure you're really a locksmith?" The old man looked at a wire in Yan Fei's hand and asked.

Now no matter how he looks at Yan Fei, he feels very strange, especially when Yan Fei is holding such an iron wire in his hand, a sense of uneasiness in his chest suddenly pulls the limit.

Because no matter how you look at it, now that Yan Fei is substituted into it, I feel that he is particularly in line with the image of a thief who is sneaky, cowering and holding a wire to open the door outside the door of someone else's house.

Yan Fei nodded, and replied without a hint of emptiness: "Of course." ”

"Whether it's wire or the corresponding lock-picking tool, as long as you can unlock it, isn't it?" He smiled freely, bent down, and pulled the lock up, and the wire in his hand reached into the keyhole.

"If you can open the lock, you're a good locksmith."

It is not an exaggeration to describe himself as a locksmith, a man who has to open too many locks in his life, simple or complex, all in front of his flawless hands, which are dexterous and comparable to those of pianists and surgeons.

He is not a locksmith who is?

It's just that those people may not want such a person to pick the lock for them.

"That's right." The old man froze for a moment, and then showed a free and easy smile.

He was just strange, and now it seems that the down-and-out locksmith must have had a story. No matter what he was like in the past, he did something illegal because of his "good skills", or he was just more skilled at picking locks than others, and now he is making money by his craft after all, and that's enough.

The old man's smile didn't last for many seconds, only a "pop" sound was heard, and the lock cylinder made a sound when it turned, and the lock was actually opened.

The smile on the old man's face was a little reluctant, who knows if this locksmith's past was a thief. It was the first time he had seen someone pick the lock so quickly, almost just as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then withdrew his hand, the lock opened.

Looking at the open door lock, the old man was a little stunned, and he began to recall whether he had tried to see if the lock was locked.

"Okay, uncle, 24 yuan." Yan Fei turned around, and the wire had disappeared from his hand.

He stretched out his palm, palm up, and the "grunt" sound of his stomach sounded at the right time.

The old man who just wanted to bargain heard the sound of Yan Fei's stomach screaming, and his mind faded, and he touched his hand into his trouser pocket.

After touching the emptiness, he remembered that he didn't bring any money when he went out.

The old man patted his head, his old face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Look, I didn't bring any money when I went out, so I'll go in and get it for you." ”

"It's okay, you go in and get it, I'll wait." Yan Fei let go of his body and consciously took a few steps back, showing that he was harmless to humans and animals.

It's enough to earn money for a meal, and if you attack this kind of old man, he Yan Fei is not that kind of scumbag, and he can't do such a thing.

"Click", the iron door was opened, and there was a screeching sound.

The man on the second floor was startled, his hair stood on end, and he couldn't bother to search for it, so he quickly ran to the window and prepared to climb down the water pipe.

It's just that in a hurry, he stepped on a water cup that he had just turned over and threw on the ground, he fell and ate, and a small lump appeared on his forehead, and the pain made him cry out unconsciously.

"Ahh

"I'm dying, I'm being a thief, come and catch the thief!" The old man's voice, with a hint of anxiety, came from the house and echoed over the street.

"Bang la", the door of the adjacent house was opened, and out of it ran out one after another with all kinds of daily necessities, but it was Yan Fei who was faster than the old man's neighbor, and he had already entered the house.

As soon as he entered the house, he immediately saw the mess in the place, and the old man who was trembling and angry.

The inside of the house was obviously rummaged through, so it was so chaotic, this was the trace left by the thief, Yan Fei almost didn't have to think too much, and immediately judged the specific situation.

At the second glance, Yan Fei saw the stairs, and he rushed straight towards the stairs.

Combined with a series of circumstances, if the thief is still in the house, then it must be on the second floor. Moreover, according to the minds of some old people, their belongings are generally hidden at home, and thieves will not leave unless they clean their homes.

Yan Fei didn't have a little bit of coercion in his heart that he was also a thief, but he was a little angry at this time, because of the anger of the thief attacking the old man.

He never thought that his profession was noble, but he never recognized that the shameless thief could be compared to him.

Three steps and two steps, he followed the stairs to the second floor, and as soon as he went upstairs, he immediately saw a man who was opening the window, and half of his body was already outside the window.

It's about running away!

Yan Fei's eyes widened, he pulled the sheet on the side, took a few steps forward, and threw the sheet forward, hooking the man's neck.

Due to the force and inertia of the sheet when it was shaken, the sheet was wrapped around the man's neck several times.

It turned out to be a little loose, and the thief who reacted grabbed the sheet with both hands and wanted to tear it away.

But the next moment, his hands were tightly strangled with his neck, his breathing inevitably stagnated, and a large amount of saliva was spilled from his open mouth.

The thief's entire body was pulled backwards by an irresistible force, and if it weren't for the heavy clothes he was wearing, his body would definitely have several more contusions when it came to Yan Fei's face.

At this moment, like a dying fish, he wanted to run to the free sea, but he was pulled back to land, close to death.

"Hmph." Seeing the thief's pale face, Yan Fei snorted coldly, and the single thing in his hand was thrown away, and it was lightly withdrawn from his neck.

"Whew, swoop, swoop." The thief gulped in a gulp, greedily sucking air into its thirsty body.

Only then did he see clearly the culprit who caused his current appearance, a man who was obviously downcast and poor.

"You—" He coughed a few times, the rich saliva in his mouth pouring back into his throat, causing him to cough violently.

The old man, who was a few steps late, ran up to the second floor and saw the scene of the thief falling to the ground.

He looked at Yan Fei in surprise, his fingers trembling a little: "This..."

"Uncle, hurry up and call the police." Yan Fei said lightly, he stared at the thief on the ground with thoughtful eyes in his eyes.

Only then did the old man react, and he ran downstairs in a panic.

"Thief, where is the thief? Lao Wang, Lao Wang! ”

"Dead thief, you dare to steal things in broad daylight, you don't want to live!"

…

At the same time as the old man ran downstairs, the sound of chaos downstairs also sounded.

Listening to the content of the voice, Yan Fei couldn't help but smile.

He pounced on the thief on the ground like a hungry tiger.

Before the enthusiastic neighbors had come up yet, he had to hurry.