Somewhere in an apartment in Paris, François. Monsieur Truffaut was woken up by the ringing of the telephone, rubbed his somewhat swollen head, picked up the phone, and said, "Who?" ”

"Truffaut, it's me, Baudouin, we've scheduled to meet at the auction house at 10 o'clock, so I'll give you a call in advance to confirm your itinerary." Baudouin was the manager of the auction house, and there was originally an auction scheduled for this afternoon, and the collection was scheduled to be handed over to the auction house at ten o'clock in the morning, so I called in advance to confirm.

Glancing up at the watch on the bedside table, it was 9:35. Francois. Truffaut was a little stunned, he had slept so late, he glanced at the woman who was still sleeping next to him, and thought to himself, how could he be so tired that he slept until half past nine after only one last night.

"I'm sorry, maybe a little later, but I won't miss the afternoon auction." François said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Baudouin said politely on the phone.

François got up to wash and dress, ignored the woman still lying on the bed, and walked away on his own, driving downstairs to his museum, but he always wondered why he got up so late today for no reason, and he suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart.

The so-called abnormal things must have demons, in fact, many people in the world believe in this truth.

Come to the museum, "Bono, how was last night." François said as he walked inside.

"Boss, everything is fine, last night it was Victor and their group on duty, he rested today, but he said it was good here when he handed over the shift." Bono said.

François expertly opened the electronic lock, and then sent Bono on duty. Walk into the passage by yourself and use the iris to open the second anti-theft lock. François walked into the treasury, and he was completely stunned. Looking at the empty treasury, François wondered if he had gone to the wrong room.

"Was I hallucinating, or was it the wrong way to open the door, why was there nothing in the vault?" François muttered to himself that he would never accept this reality, and then, like a fool, he walked out of the treasury door, closed it, and then the iris unlocked. Enter the treasure trove.

"Ah" François, who entered the treasury again, saw that the treasury was still empty, and he instantly felt a sense of collapse, and couldn't help but scream.

The security personnel outside the door heard the screams coming from the vault, and Bono hurriedly walked to the door of the first electronic lock vault, slapped the door vigorously and shouted: "Monsieur François, are you okay?" ”

And the answer to Bono was two screams in a row.

"Mr. François, Mr. François. Please answer me, or I will call the police. Bono shouted vigorously as he patted the door of the vault.

The door to the vault was opened, and François rushed out, grabbing Bono by the collar. His eyes were red, and he stared at Bono as if he was going to eat people, and shouted loudly, "Tell me." Where are those hidden treasures of mine, where are they. ”

"Monsieur François. What happened, please calm down. Bono said.

"Don't talk nonsense with me. Didn't you say everything was fine, why are all the treasures in my treasure house gone, all gone? François cried like a child.

This is the treasure of their family for several generations, and it has become what it is today, and it is also one of the capitals that their family relies on to survive, and now everything is all over, and there is nothing left.

"No way, it's impossible for the treasury to lose something, it was Victor and their team in charge of security last night, and he told me that nothing happened at night at all." Bono said.

"But now there's nothing in the treasury, it's gone." François was already slumped on the ground, and he was too sad to accept this reality for a while.

"I, I'll call the police immediately." Bono said, hurried to the runway monitoring room, and pressed the automatic alarm bell.

The Paris police were not slow to arrive, and appeared in the museum a few minutes later, but the situation here made the first police officers on duty feel very troubled, and they quickly notified the headquarters and reported the situation here, and the Paris police headquarters immediately sent a special investigation team to deal with the case.

Following in the footsteps of the police are the reporters of the major media in Paris, and these reporters are definitely more powerful than Snoopy's energy and smell.

Police cars were parked outside the Montparnasse building, and the private museum of François on the 50th floor had been completely blocked, and these reporters could not get accurate information for a while, but after all, there were people with great powers, and one of the reporters privately bribed a museum security officer on duty today to obtain the basic information through text messages.

A female journalist stands at the entrance to the building, with a field of police cars and French police in the background.

"Friends in front of the TV, on the 50th floor of the Montparnasse Tower behind me, is François, a wealthy French businessman. Mr. Truffaut's private museum, which houses many valuable antiques and works of art. ”

"Just now, we received news that the vault of Monsieur Truffaut's private collection had been stolen, and according to insiders, the value of the stolen items was very large. When Mr. Truffaut arrived at the museum this morning, he entered the vault alone, and then discovered that the collection had been stolen, and then the security guard called the police. ”

"It is unknown what has been lost from Mr. Truffaut's private collection, but we will continue to follow up and report on the theft in detail."

When the female reporter said this, there was a sudden commotion at the gate, and several doctors in white coats came out carrying a stretcher and headed in the direction of the ambulance, and the reporters gathered outside the Montparnasse building rushed in that direction.

The female reporter hurriedly said into the camera: "It seems that Mr. François has been carried out, let's go up and have a look." As she spoke, the female reporter took the microphone and ran to the entrance of the building, and the camera staggered and followed behind.

At this time, the doctors and François were surrounded by reporters, and they were only a dozen meters away, but it was difficult to move forward.

"Monsieur François, can you give me an interview now, we would like to know what treasure you have stolen."

"Monsieur François, can you tell me how much of your private collection has been stolen and how much it is worth?"

"Monsieur François"

"This doctor, Monsieur François, is this sick, can you tell me what it is?"

The scene was a mess.

The policeman in charge of the scene next to him saw the situation and hurriedly stepped forward to evacuate, and it took a lot of effort to get the poor, pale-faced François into the ambulance, and then the ambulance ran away with the alarm. (To be continued.) )