It's spring again. The sun is getting milder and the sky is blue. The dreary winter has finally passed.

The sun is shining brightly in the downtown area of Dongzhou, and the trees on the street are sprouting tender green shoots, shining like jade jewels.

On the street, a broad-shouldered, long-bodied, fashionably well-dressed man, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, strode forward. He is the great thief Bai Lang.

Bai Lang looked radiant, red-faced, his eyes were shining, his skills were agile, and his back was straight. Looking from behind, no one could believe that he was a middle-aged man who was nearly forty years old, but like a young man in his twenties and thirties.

Bai Lang, who is full of vitality all over his body, is full of depression and loneliness that outsiders can't penetrate. Although spring has arrived, his heart is still frozen by the gray winter. The reason why Shirarou is like this is not for nothing......

When Bai Lang was twenty years old, he had his first adventure, and he battled wits and courage with Han Fengling, a female demon who called herself "General's Wife", and finally obtained ten thousand taels of gold hidden in an ancient temple.

During that adventure, Hakuro enlists the help of the beautiful girl Yoo Shin-mei. After the adventure, Bai Lang and Liu Xinmei became partners. This was the most happy and pure time in Bai Lang's life.

Bai Lang once made a vow in front of Liu Xinmei that he would not steal again after marriage, and Liu Xinmei was moved to tears at that time. This young couple lives a stable and peaceful life in a simple house in the suburbs.

Bai Lang donated most of the 10,000 taels of gold obtained from the fight with Han Fengling to nursing homes, orphanages, children's education homes, charities and other social welfare organizations in various places under false names.

But this peaceful, happy life did not last long. In the second year of marriage, after Liu Xinmei gave birth to a beautiful little boy, she unfortunately passed away from illness. When she was dying, she held Bai Lang's big hand tightly and said with tears in her eyes: "Take good care of the child...... ...... our treasure," she muttered to herself, and then a wisp of incense flew to heaven.

Bai Lang, who was grief-stricken, cried bitterly with his newborn son Lang Jie in his arms. One day, Bai Lang was away from home for a while, and when he returned, he found that the baby Langjie was gone. In this way, Lang Jie disappeared.

Who was it and by what means did he steal Xiao Langjie? The windows were closed tightly, and there were no footprints left, and no trace of the gangsters could be found when they committed the crime.

Bai Lang, who had just been hit by the pain of losing his wife, lost his child inexplicably, and these two heavy blows almost made Bai Lang mad. Bai Lang's eyes were bloodshot and he kept searching for his missing son. He published the news of the search in the newspaper and went to the Dongzhou Security Bureau to report the case, but there was no trace of him as if he had sunk into the sea.

Bai Lang thought in his heart that Lang Jie must have been kidnapped by the female devil Han Fengling. She must have been angry about the robbery of the gold, so she took Lang Jie to take revenge on me.

In order to catch the female devil Han Fengling and find his beloved son Lang Jie, who has been missing for many years, Bai Lang is reluctant to investigate day and night, but still finds nothing. Bai Lang seemed to be out of control, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were blank and empty, and his face was pale, which was daunting. Excessive pain and disappointment make Hakuro temperamental and moody, and he completely forgets the vows he made to his beloved wife in the past, and once again takes up the business of stealing and stealing.

Those who are willing to sink are as if they are falling down a high slope, and they are falling more and more uncontrollably. At a young age, Bai Lang's stealing skills became more and more superb, and he was finally called a "god thief" by others. In this process, he is still looking for various opportunities to find out the whereabouts of his son Lang Jie. Unconsciously, 18 years have passed in a hurry. Lang Jie was taken captive at dusk in early spring, so every year when spring comes, Bai Lang's mood will become gloomy with the weather.

If Lang Jie was still alive, he would have been an eighteen-year-old boy. While standing at the fork in the road and waiting for the green light to come on, Bai Lang looked at the busy street with his eyes and couldn't help but say to himself that he was very lonely.

Although Bai Lang now has a lot of money, his heart is miserable and empty. Even if he has countless treasures of gold and silver, how can he get his missing son back? Currently he is raw? Is it death? Shirarou stared at the dirt beneath his feet. After a winter of freezing pavement, the pavement is now soft. It turned out that spring had seeped into the dirt.

When the traffic stopped, Bai Lang crossed the road and went straight to Hengfeng Bank. Bai Lang deposited his money in four major banks under different pseudonyms, and Hengfeng Bank was only one of them. In this bank, he deposited money in the name of Zhou Guoxiong.

On this day, he went to the basement after depositing 500,000 yuan in the bank, intending to remove some classified documents from the vault. When he found his safe from the rows of safes and took out his things, an elderly man also came to the safe near the door.

I saw that he had a black gauze wrapped around his left arm, perhaps a loved one had died. He glanced around as if to avoid being seen, then opened his safe, took out a paper bag with a cross knot, and loosened the rope. Bai Lang glanced up and found that there was a bundle of thousand-dollar bills in the paper bag, about ten stacked on top of each other.

The old man's eyesight seemed to be a little poor, and he kept looking back at the bundle of banknotes as he kept looking at them, counting the number of them. After ordering, he put the bundle of about eighty or ninety stacks of banknotes into a small box, locked it firmly, and immediately held it in his arms.

At that time, although he glanced at Bai Lang, due to the dim light in the basement and his dim old eyes, he did not figure out Bai Lang's appearance characteristics. He just frowned, and then strode past Shirakuro's back and up the stairs.

"The face value of 1,000 yuan, there are eighty or ninety stacks,...... It's about eight or nine hundred thousand yuan!" Bai Lang was secretly thinking in his heart, and followed the old man upstairs.

The old man passed by a bakery, bought a bag of snacks, and walked towards the train station. The old man bought a ticket. Because it was not clear where he got off the train, Shirarou bought a ticket for the whole journey and boarded the train in the same carriage as the old man. The old man rested the bulging box on his lap and pressed it with his hand. The bag of snacks he bought was on the luggage rack above his head.

Shirarou sat in a seat far away from the old man, pretending to enjoy the scenery outside the window while observing the old man's movements. At this time, he is no longer an affectionate Lang Xiaobai, nor is he a father who is almost crazy to find his missing young son, he is already a big thief.