One day three months later, Shirarou was arrested at a hotel.

The news caused a stir.

"Bai Lang has finally been arrested!"

"This is the credit of Inspector Wu Changhao!" People rushed to tell each other.

"After all, where is Bai Lang now?"

"After Wu Changhao escorted him back from the hotel, the Security Bureau detained him in Dongzhou North District Prison and kept him under strict guard!"

"That way, the rich can sleep peacefully."

"Of course, even if he is a thief who has come and gone without a trace, once he is imprisoned in the North District Prison, he will also be in the sea. There is no way to escape from prison by manpower alone, and there is a special prison for felons. ”

"It is said that the Dongzhou Security Bureau succumbed to the pressure of countries Y, D, E and relevant departments to arrest Bai Lang."

"Shirarou is about to be tried by the political court. Those people from country Y, country D, and country E hated Bai Lang to the core, and they wanted the court to sentence him to life imprisonment, stay in prison for the rest of his life, and die of old age. It's so cruel. ”

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In the North District, there is a small town called Wufengpu, which is one of many small towns, a luxurious mansion in the city, and an old man named Onida lives in it. This is an unassuming but remarkable rich, It is said that he is a native of country E, who has been in Dongzhou for more than ten years, and is a Dongzhou expert who can speak fluent Dongzhou dialect. But when it comes to the source of his wealth, no one can say why.

Some say that his wealth was obtained by selling his soul to the devil, because he came here empty-handed and became rich in the blink of an eye.

Some people say that his son in the army fraudulently obtained a large amount of treasure, including art, furniture, carvings, and famous calligraphy and paintings, and because his son went to other places with the army, he transported these treasures to the old ghost field for safekeeping.

The old ghost field was a heavy drinker, and no one among the residents called him by his name, but they all called him "old drunkard". In a large mansion, no one was allowed to enter except him and two elderly servants.

Onida didn't touch anyone, and every day as dusk approached, he put away the suspension bridge over the creek, locked the big iron gate on all sides, and added a big bolt inside. As soon as someone approaches from outside, the alarm is set to go off loudly, all because he is afraid that his treasure will be stolen. On one side of the river is a steep cliff, from which thieves would not be able to patronize, and it is impossible to break through by force or sneak into a mysterious place.

Ten days after Bai Lang's arrest, one fine morning, a postman crossed the suspension bridge and came to the door of Onida, and rang the doorbell. With a "squeak" sound, Onida stood at the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Onida." The kind old postman's sun-tanned, bearded face had a smile on it. But Onida still had a tense face without saying a word, and even if he was a common postman, he was wary. "I'm the postman who delivers you every day, Mr. Kame, don't you trust me too?"

"How do I know who you are?" Onida rolled his eyes and muttered, even though the old postman was still smiling and talking.

"It's amazing that Mr. Onida doesn't trust people so much!" The postman handed over a stack of newspapers, still saying, "Oh, and a registered letter, please sign it." As he spoke, he handed over a letter.

Onida lived alone in a small town, and there were very few people who interacted with him, let alone letters from outside, so his eyes widened in surprise and said, "Strange, where did it come from?" He tilted his head to open the envelope and looked at the sender's signature first. Bai Lang ...... "He suddenly panicked. Onita muttered in a low voice, and his body shook involuntarily, as if he was about to fall.

Bai Lang is already imprisoned in the North District Prison, how can he send this letter again? Thinking of this, Onida trembled even more uncontrollably. The reason why he is in this remote town, the gate is closed all day, and strict security measures are arranged to avoid the patronage of thieves, but the king of thieves, the mysterious Jiangyang thief Bai Lang is still eyeing him, how can he not be afraid from the bottom of his heart?

However, this is not the most terrifying, after reading the letter, he is already bloodless, the six gods have no master, and there seems to be fire coming out of his mouth.

Onida:

I am very fond of the four pieces of Song porcelain in your bedroom. In addition, several of Zheng Banqiao's works are also deeply favored by me. The teacup-sized night pearl in the closet on the right, as well as the jade cabbage, are also very favorite.

Today, only take the above items with more market potential, and hope to pack up and stop, and send them to the North District Railway Station within a week, and Bailang will receive them. If it is not completed by then, we will collect it in person from December 27 (Wednesday) to December 28 (Thursday). At that time, if you go in person, only the above things may not be satisfied, and I hope to forgive me.

White Lang

Asking for the secret treasure by name, and also stating the exact date, otherwise you have to come and get it in person, it is really an insulting letter, and it doesn't take security into account.

"However, Bai Lang is in prison, but, that's not necessarily, he is a magical devil, whether he is in prison or elsewhere, once he wants to do something, there is nothing he can't do." Onita thought to himself, "This guy is terrible! But how did he know all about the treasures in the house? I've never allowed anyone but the two old servants to enter or leave the mansion, and when did he make my collection so clear? Is this white lang a human or a ghost? I was so guarded and he made it clear! For him, he can fly across the Dongjiang River like a bird and cross a strong wall like light smoke. Alas, I would never have thought that I would be targeted by this thief!"

Onida, who had always been called an old drunkard, became bloodless and uneasy. He was very anxious to report the situation to the Dongzhou Security Bureau, and attached a letter from Bai Lang in order to seek the protection of the Security Bureau.

Soon, the Security Bureau replied:

Bai Lang has been held in the North District Prison, which is extremely tightly guarded, and it is impossible to have the opportunity to write and send letters. The letter has been evaluated by experts hired by the Security Bureau, and it is believed that although its handwriting is very similar to Shiraku's, it is not Shiraku's. It may be a scam set up by someone in the name of Bai Lang.

"I see!" Onida's heart finally let go, but he thought about it again, but since it was similar to Bai Lang's handwriting, it was not a simple matter. Because of the fear of thieves, Onida was already in a state of unease, and now this "similarity" made him even more terrified. "Since it is clearly written in the letter that he will come and pick up things on the night of the 27th and 28th, I cannot be negligent in the slightest."

In a state of extreme speculation, Onita couldn't even believe the two old servants. "Although the two of them are loyal on the surface, they may already be Bai Lang's internal line, and they are not credible, and Dongzhou's security cannot be completely trusted. The best idea is to hire a private detective from Dongzhou, but they can't be completely trusted, maybe the private detective is with Bai Lang.

At this time, the Onida Committee really had a feeling of being at a loss. Out of excessive thought, he could not sleep peacefully. On the morning of the third day, Onita couldn't help but let out a cheer as he browsed the "North Ward Morning Post", which was very close to here. "Oh, thank God, there's finally a way!"