Yi Zuoda is already very old, and his health is not very good, and after retirement, he devotes himself more to reading and sorting out architectural design books from various countries, and sometimes turning over old books that are covered with dust in the past. It seems that this is the only hobby of the old man.

The old man had only one daughter under his knees, named Yi Luoqi, and her personality was as withdrawn as her father's, she did not speak much, and she did not like to socialize with people, and stayed in a room every day, and rarely went out to meet guests. The family also rarely has guests visiting.

"This is really a lonely family, is this old designer a friend of Bai Lang? Will Hakuro come here? Are the blueprints for those three houses still there? Are there any other buildings like this?" In addition to confronting the abundant collection of books in his study, Markovsky pondered these crucial questions every day.

At around 2 p.m. the next day, Eloki appeared in the library, marking Markovsky's first chance to see her. She looks to be about 30 years old, unsmiling, and still unmarried. She went to her father's library to find some books, spoke a few words to his father and left, without even looking at Markovsky.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Izoda confessed to Markovsky, said that he was going out, and left alone. Markovsky was left alone in the crowded and damp library to work silently.

When it was getting dark, Markovsky packed up and prepared to go home from work. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

Markovsky suddenly became alert, and he listened intently, who is this? Yi Zoda father and daughter? No, it's a stranger. Unable to catch up on a dark shadow emerging from the shadows near him, Markovsky felt a signal of the presence of an adversary, and he shuddered. Who's this? When did it come? I didn't even notice anyone was there.

The shadow descended the stairs and reached the drawer of a large bookcase, gently pulling it open, looking for something inside. The drawer was full of papers, and the shadows flipped through them one by one.

Markovsky had long since taken refuge in the shadows behind the bookshelves, observing the shadow's every move. That's a man, yes! What was he looking for?

Markovsky was watching, when suddenly the door opened, and Iroki walked in, followed by her father.

"Dad, why didn't you go out?...... Don't move, I'll turn on the lights. ”

She didn't notice the man because of the dim light in the room, and the man gently closed the drawer and quickly slipped behind the curtains.

"Why didn't Yi Luoqi notice that person, she should have heard the sound of the drawer. Odd! ”

Markovsky could not understand all this, so he could only wait and see how things unfolded.

As if nothing had happened, she turned on the light and let her father into the room.

Two people sat facing each other in their chairs, both picking up a book to read. Soon, Izoda may be old and weak, and she leans back in her chair and dozes off.

Eloki continued to read her book.

The curtain flickered, and the man slipped out from behind, tiptoeing along the wall towards the door, and when he passed Yi Zuoda, who was dozing off, Yi Luoqi, who was sitting opposite the old man, did not react at all.

The man took a few steps and glanced back at Eloki, and in that instant, Markovsky recognized him.

"Ah, the great thief Hakuro!"

"He's finally there!" Markovsky was pleasantly surprised, it seems that Yi Zuoda and Bai Lang must have some kind of relationship, but Yi Luo Qi turned a blind eye to Bai Lang in front of him, there must be a secret between the two of them.

While Markovsky was startled, Shiro walked to the door, twisted the doorknob and was about to open it, when the hem of his shirt brought a book on the table to the floor, and the sound woke up Izoda.

Bai Lang was worthy of being a thief, and he reacted very quickly, and immediately turned around, pretending to have just come in from outside, smiling all over his face, and bowing to Yi Zuoda.

When Yi Zoda saw that it was him, he was pleasantly surprised and stood up to welcome him.

"Ah, it turned out to be Mr. Ma Junlin. When did you come? Look, I'm asleep, I didn't hear you come in, I miss you so much! ”

"Thank you, I just came here when I came back, and I miss you and Ling Yuan very much."

"Did you enjoy your trip?"

"Great."

"I'm so glad you're here, can you stay and have dinner with us, and by the way, I'll also wash the dust for you."

"Thanks, but I've got a date in a while, I'm afraid ......"

"It's okay, it's okay another day. It's great to see you back, and we talk about you a lot, especially Rocky. ”

"Ah, thank you so much for your concern."

"All the documents you asked me to find have been sorted out and put in this big bookcase, and it was only recently that I found the missing parts."

"Which part is it?"

"That part of Bac Ninh Street."

"Oh, what bothering you, that part doesn't really matter now."

Several people were chatting enthusiastically in the small living room next to the library, and Bai Lang's arrival changed the atmosphere of the house, and even the taciturn Yi Luoqi had laughter.

Markovsky wondered: Is this the true face of Shiroro, or is he in disguise? Yi Luoqi is so happy, does she have a heart of admiration? I don't know if she understands that this person is the big thief Bai Lang......

Although Markovsky was skeptical of his own judgment, he intuitively felt that that person was Bai Lang! Markovsky overheard seven o'clock behind the bookshelves, listened to the conversation of the three of them, and then slipped out of the Izoda mansion.

There are few cars on the streets, and taxis and horse-drawn carriages are nowhere to be seen. He walked for a while, stopped halfway through, straightened the hat on his head, put on his coat, and straightened his waist. Suddenly, from the ragged old man, he regained his gentlemanly bearing.

He returned to the vicinity of Izoda's house, and hid in a shadowy place, observing the movement at the gate. Soon, as soon as the door opened, Bai Lang came out of it, said goodbye to Yi Zuoda's father and daughter, and walked down the street.

Markovsky was staring at him tightly from behind. The streetlights stretched the shadows of the two.

"Bai Lang is about to be captured by me, and he hasn't even noticed that I'm following him! I can't afford to fail again this time. ”

Markovsky kept his distance from Shiro, followed not far behind, and did not go far before a strange thing happened.

The distance between him and Bai Lang was about 100 steps, and after a while, four people came out of nowhere and inserted themselves between them, following Bai Lang.

Markovsky saw at a glance that they were no ordinary passers-by, and that they were also tracking Bailang.

They walked on the sidewalks on both sides in pairs, although the surface was very natural, and some were smoking leisurely, but their eyes did not let go of Bai Lang for a moment, and sometimes Bai Lang occasionally stopped, and they quickly hid in the shadows on the side of the road.