Chapter 280: Lisa

Whimpering siren! Break the silence of the Parisian night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Something is wrong! Journalists in Paris, like flies that smell carrion, appeared shortly after the police car arrived at the scene.

Now, police cars with flashing lights are parked in the square outside the largest museum in Gaul.

These reporters, their eyes lit up, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, swept away the fatigue of getting up in the middle of the night, ignored the surrounding police blockade, and quickly squeezed inside.

Inside, it really didn't disappoint them, and what caught their eyes was the ambulances, as well as the policemen with the long guys, who were guarding the surroundings with a look of no one to enter.

At the gate of the museum, there are doctors constantly carrying stretchers to the ambulance, and in addition, what they see is more than that, body bags on stretchers.

Big news! The reporters excitedly picked up their cameras and turned on their flashes.

Click, click!

A burst of flashing lights blinded the surrounding police cars, and their eyes were stimulated and kept shedding tears.

The policemen who were still alive just now burst into tears, making them even more angry in the back, and after these people took pictures, they rushed forward frantically and took the microphone to interview.

This time, these policemen found an opportunity to take revenge, and joined hands to form a wall to prevent these flies from passing.

Don't think that journalists can do whatever they want!

With tears in their eyes, the police struggled to push the reporters to the ground.

Hum! Look at you guys still make my brother cry!

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The museum, the lights inside are all on, and the whole museum is as bright as day.

The wounded had gone, and the dead had moved away, leaving only a few men with white gloves and magnifying glasses, scrutinizing every suspicious place.

Not a single hair or footprint found on the ground will be spared, and it will be recorded and preserved.

There are also some people who came to the scene of the battle to investigate.

Here, although the wounded and dead left, those places were not destroyed, and the surrounding areas were painted with figures, delineating the last location when they died.

The position of the deceased was clean, there was nothing left, the surrounding battlefield, only bullet casings, and the glass that had been cracked, and there was not a trace of enemy blood left on the ground.

Some places were stolen.

One oil painting art museum, the other is the Oriental Art Museum, and other places, scattered collections, have also lost things.

Fortunately, the three treasures of the museum are still intact.

Curator Henry, seeing that the three treasures of the town hall were not lost, his heart was half relieved.

"Bastard! Bandit! Call Mr. Mayor and ask them to do their best to supervise this matter! ”

"And don't forget the police idiots! Let them make sure to recover these lost things! ”

Then, angry, and distressed, he looked at several stolen art galleries.

The loss of those not well-known oil paintings suddenly made a large area vacate for the Oil Painting Art Museum, and there were too many of them for him to bear.

The combined losses of the other art galleries were comparable to those of the Oriental Art Museum, whose collection was emptied, and even a piece of glass was taken away.

The loss of these things made him realize the seriousness of the matter.

This is not done by ordinary people, and ordinary people have no way to transport these things away quietly, let alone transport these things out silently under their monitoring.

He also suspected that the people here might buy the interior and commit theft, but this is unrealistic, let alone impossible, because every staff member has been strictly vetted, and it is impossible to work here even if there is even a little risk.

Thinking of the monitoring equipment, this is his proud masterpiece, and it took a lot of money to install, since the installation of these things, he has made countless contributions to the museum.

By the way, take a look, how are the monitoring records!

Since the accident, the police have taken over the monitoring room, so that he has not been the first to get the information.

When I came to the monitoring room, I happened to meet the police chief Michelle who came out of it.

At this moment, his expression was a little solemn, and seeing this, Henry suddenly realized that things might be developing in the direction of the least reluctant.

With a fluke mentality, he asked, "Michelle, how is the situation?" Find what you don't have! ”

The two often deal with each other, they are old friends, they are not polite, they get straight to the point, and go straight to the topic.

"Henry! Something is wrong! ”

Things are still going in a bad direction!

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The woman was afraid that Zhao Lun would leave, and then hugged Zhao Lun and didn't let go.

There is a harmless beauty who can do whatever she wants, think about it, this is very feeling, so Zhao Lun stayed.

"What's your name?"

Zhao Lun, speaking in Gallic with a local accent, hugged her, got up, turned off the lights around her, and then went to her bedroom.

"Lisa."

Lisa, the woman in front of her, let Zhao Lun's movements, just looked at Zhao Lun, and when she saw Zhao Lun's movements, she seemed to have guessed something, and she was even happier.

Lisa's bedroom is not big enough to sleep two people.

The bed is very elastic, the sheets are fan, very neat, and there are neatly folded thin quilts on top, and two pillows with flower patterns at the head of the bed.

Zhao Lun came in and sat down unceremoniously, the bed was very comfortable, which made him very satisfied.

Lisa let Zhao Lun carry her into the bedroom, lying directly on Zhao Lun's chest, like a kitten, and tightened up.

"Lisa? There are so many people with that name. ”

Lisa, someone called it in the school place, and Tracey Town, someone called it that name...... There are too many people who call this name.

"......" She didn't care about Zhao Lun's words, nor did she ask Zhao Lun's name.

Just quietly listening to his heartbeat and breathing in the smell of his body.

It turns out that the smell on his body is also very good, and it really makes people like it!

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but take another breath, does it smell so good on other men?

Thinking about it, I got sleepy, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep before I knew it.

Zhao Lun looked at the woman who was entwined with him like an octopus, and couldn't laugh or cry, the first time they met, it was like this, and the nerves were too big.

There was a bit of an itch in the nose, well, it was her hair, it was quite long, and there was a particularly naughty hair that ran to his nostrils.

Zhao Lun stretched out his hand and straightened out her scattered hair, which was good, as smooth as satin.

There is some light fragrance on her hair, which is a natural body fragrance, and at the same time, there is also the fragrance of shampoo, which is the fragrance of roses, which is elegant, not greasy, and smells good.

The lights were turned off, Zhao Lun took out his mobile phone and sent a message: Don't wait for me, see you tomorrow.

Tonight is an unquiet night, especially here in the museum, he can be sure that the people here will be busy until dawn.

These problems are no longer a problem for Zhao Lun, he is already asleep.

The next day, when Zhao Lun opened his eyes and wanted to move his sore arm that was crushed, he remembered where he was now.

Now, he was sinking into the cotton-like bed, and his hands were holding a human-shaped pillow, and his hands were unknowingly placed in the softest part of the pillow.

I subconsciously moved and pinched it, well, it feels very good. There was some itching on his face, some heat on his neck, and a pretty face, next to him, was sleeping.

Long eyelashes, delicate face, pink lips, very quiet, people can't bear to disturb.

Looking down, I saw that the pajamas were opened at some point, and I saw the scenery last night, Zhao Lun looked at it like this.

Xing was burned by Zhao Lun's eyes, Lisa quickly felt it, and then saw that she was looking at her. (To be continued.) )