The iron sat by the window, staring out the window and taking a sip of the latte that the waiter had just delivered. The bitter taste is mixed with a hint of warm milk, which is perfect for refreshing this tiring morning.

Across the road from him was the building, and his seat was facing the entrance to the building. Now that it was time to go to work, some hurried men in suits and leather shoes began to enter the building, and Tie judged that most of these people were employees working in it, not the object of his waiting.

He was waiting for the guys who had been invited to attend the press conference.

"But the trouble is what happens after it comes." The iron muttered to himself, and before he knew it, he had drunk all the coffee in his cup.

With his powers of observation, it would not be difficult to find the guests among the people who entered and exited the building, but he had not yet figured out what to do when he found them. In his assumption, those guests should have something like an invitation card, and the press conference may have pre-registered these people, but if they get the invitation card, they may not be able to enter. Taking a step back, even if he managed to trap one of them and enter the venue in disguise and enter the venue as him, it would be difficult for him to deal with the human relationships there, after all, he was only new to the city, and he had limited information, and there was no time for him to scrutinize the details of a person right now.

Thinking about it, Iron felt like he was in a predicament. Is it really just a matter of giving up these safe plans, getting invitation cards and fake identities and then improvising? If he really wanted to do this, he might not be able to successfully complete the task with his ability to read words and colors, but since there was still time, Iron Block did not give up looking out the window and meditating, trying to find a better solution.

He habitually raised his coffee cup and was about to take a sip, only to realize that the cup was empty. At this moment, a pretended sweet voice came from the side: "This gentleman, do you need to refill the glass?" ”

The voice was a little strange about pinching your throat to speak, but it made the iron feel a little familiar. He was startled, and turned his head to see Sumire wearing a waitress's uniform and holding a coffee pot in her hand, leaning over and looking at him with a smile.

"Why are you here? You...... Alone? ”

Iron asked as he subconsciously scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision to make sure that the girl hadn't brought any suspicious people here. Sumire frowned, put down the coffee pot heavily, and sat down in the empty seat across from him.

"My name isn't 'you', just call me Sumire." She puffed out her cheeks as if she was a little annoyed, "I work in this café every day, and I know that I am a serious person by looking at my uniform." But you, why are you here? ”

Iron had already confirmed the security of the perimeter at this time, and his mind was initially settled, and he directly chose to ignore Sumire's pretended annoyed questioning, and naturally ignored the thief's self-proclaimed "serious person" pretending to be stupid.

"It's none of your business."

As he spoke, he picked up the coffee pot and refilled himself a cup of black coffee. Sumire looked at his face with her cheeks on the other side, and a sly smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth when she saw the iron frown unnaturally.

"You think I just saw you, don't you?" Sumire shook her finger, "Wrong. As soon as I got to work, you just walked in the door, and I noticed you at that time, and even though I was working hard all the time, I was also distracted and kept an eye on your side. Aside from ordering a breakfast of coffee and sandwiches at the beginning, all you do is stare at the Hung Mansion across the street and barely take your eyes off it. ”

She turned her head to stare at the building opposite: "Is that dilapidated building that that so good-looking?" Better looking than me? ”

"This young lady, we don't seem to know each other." Iron said with a cold face, "Please don't pretend to be familiar. ”

"Oh?" Sumire looked surprised, "Do you want me to reintroduce it again?" ”

She pointed to herself, and then to the other side. "Sumire. Block of iron. Okay, now we know each other. She leaned in and whispered, "Can you tell me secretly what you're looking at on the other side?" ”

Iron continued to stare at the building, deaf to her questions.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess. There is a new product launch conference on the opposite side today, and in addition to reporters, many celebrities with heads and faces were invited to the scene to experience new products in advance. From what I've observed, you're trying to get into that press conference......"

Iron gave her a slightly surprised look.

“…… Go and happily steal him around. ”

"I retract the momentary surprise I had just had."

Iron turned his head and continued to look out the window, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke, "Actually, you're right, I did want to go to that press conference, but not for petty theft. ”

"What's that for?"

"How could I possibly tell you."

"I know." Sumire muttered, "But I can see that you're bothered by not having a 'ticket', right?" ”

She moved her fingers and said half-jokingly: "Yesterday evening, there happened to be a guest who showed off with the admission ticket, saying that this press conference had just been decided, and only the tickets were distributed to the elite, and the voice was very loud, so I just saw what the admission ticket looked like." Do you want me to steal one with my empty hands? Just take it back for helping me block that old woman's favor last night......"

"Wait, you just said 'yesterday evening'?" The iron suddenly interrupted her.

Sumire nodded and chuckled, "You're really interested in this." ”

The iron fell into deep thought. Previously, he suspected that the press conference might be a trap, mainly because he had briefly taken out his badge in the casino last night, although it was not directly displayed, but it was difficult to guarantee that no sharp-eyed spies who knew its meaning would notice. But now Sumire says that the invitation came up yesterday evening, which means that it has nothing to do with what he did in the casino. In other words, the launch event was a godsend.

And as she said, this press conference is still an "admission ticket". At first glance, the entrance ticket and the invitation card have similar meanings, but they have a great impact on the difficulty of diving in. The so-called invitation card is generally designated to the person, and it is very likely that the party at the venue has registered the list of people in advance, and will check them one by one when entering. However, the admission ticket is different in that it only represents the qualification to enter the venue, but it is not necessarily tied to a specific person, and it is itself allowed to be transferred. In other words, now that Iron Lump managed to get a ticket, he could get his wish to enter the building.

"You're thinking about knocking one of them out and stealing his ticket, right? Tsk, all eyes are fierce. Sumire shook her head and sighed, "Even if you really want to get in, it's still too unaesthetic." ”

"Beauty, you say?" Iron Lump smiled dumbly, "The beauty of crime?" ”

"There's nothing funny about that."

Sumire is serious: "Why do people in this city love to gamble? Because the appropriation of other people's things always requires some fair and honest name, and the goal is achieved through non-violent means to be beautiful. So, stealing is also an art. ”

She suddenly leaned into the iron ear with a sly face, and whispered in a demagogic tone, "If you want to get the ticket without knowing it, and leave no trace later, then do as I say." But after that, ......."

"Hello, can I disturb you for a few minutes?"

Tie Block held an open notebook in one hand and a fountain pen in the other, smiling politely in front of a middle-aged man. The man who was stopped looked puzzled, and when he saw his reporter-like appearance, he subconsciously asked, "Do you want an interview?" ”

"Yes." Tie pushed his glasses and thought that such a look was stupid. It's just a plaid shirt that is temporarily "borrowed" from the wardrobe of the staff in the coffee shop, plus a pair of flat mirrors that look ugly, and Sumire's slightly dressed, which can also be considered a cross-dress? But maybe it's because of the notebook and pen in his hand, this so-called reporter's outfit really scares people.

"That's right, I want to make a comprehensive report on the new product launch of Hong's Group, so I want to understand everyone's expectations for this product before the conference starts. I look at the current time......" Tie Zuo raised his wrist to look at his watch, but he looked at the person not far behind the other party, "There is still more than half an hour before the press conference, and I am very sorry to delay you for a few minutes." ”

"Where, where, very willingly." As soon as the other party heard that it was an interview, he immediately straightened his tie and smiled. From his reaction, Iron knew that he had found the right person, and this person was the same kind as the good-faced guy in Sumire's mouth.

"Before I start the interview, I have a reluctant request." Tie Nugget looked flattering, "I heard that the number of places at this press conference is limited, and the admission tickets are only given to a small number of elites, can you let me have a look first?" ”

"Absolutely." The middle-aged man triumphantly took out the admission ticket and spread it out in front of the iron block. On the outside, this is an ordinary paper ticket, although the gilt edge of the design looks very tall, but there is no high-end anti-counterfeiting logo. However, because of the "gimmick only issued to a few elites", it has become a status symbol, and middle-aged people are even reluctant to hand it over to the reporters in front of them. Looking at the envious expression on the iron block, the middle-aged man was satisfied, so he put the admission ticket back in his trouser pocket.

That's when the interview officially began. At the same time that the iron block asked those common questions, another person went into action. Sumire, who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, tied her hair up, put her hands in her trouser pockets, and hurried behind the middle-aged man with her head down. When she passed the two of them, she seemed to have stepped on something, and her steps were crooked, and she gently bumped into the middle-aged man.

"Look at the road, boy!" The middle-aged man said viciously, suddenly realizing that the reporter was right in front of him, and immediately smiled again. Sumire lowered her voice and said sorry and continued walking, but gently touched him with her elbow as she passed him.

"Ten minutes is fine."

She threw down the words, and without looking back, she passed the two of them, and immediately quickened her pace and ran at full speed as soon as she turned into the alley next to her. At this time, the ticket was already in her hand, and with the rubbing of her fingertips, she could roughly figure out the lines on the paper - as she had expected, there was no overly complicated anti-counterfeiting design on it.

"I would have said it for five minutes if I had known."

She imagined the iron's surprised reaction for a moment, and laughed unconsciously. At the end of the alley next to the café, there is a "studio" of her daily gizmos, and Sumire familiarly takes out a few rolls of paper from the cardboard box, feels the texture, and chooses one of them. Cutting, coloring, and then drawing the pattern, Sumire expertly completed the series of processes, then satisfiedly picked up the finished product and gently blew on the still wet paper.

"It's just five minutes, and it's done."

She smirked and folded the ticket back into the middle-aged man's trouser pocket in her palm, stpassing away the replica she was going to use. Just as she had promised Iron, the ticket she forged was enough to mess with it, and the guy who stole the ticket would get his stuff back in time, and her proposal would be able to achieve the goal of infiltrating and be unaware of Iron's previous simple and crude plan.

And she didn't tell Iron the most interesting thing about the whole project - there will be two tickets in total that she has copied from her.

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