Mu Zikuan stood on the balcony of his house, staring at the license plate of his Honda Accord downstairs, which ended in 926, this is his birthday, and it is also today. The Mercedes-Benz convertible he asked Aka to dispose of quickly, it was too eye-catching—he knew Aka's style of doing things, and he had always been clean and neat. Xiaoqing's two-door Mi was originally a silver-gray one

Fade into golden yellow and sparkle in the setting sun, reflecting the flaming red glow around it, blending in the same background within a radius of 100 miles, outlining the evening scene of Yangon city at the end of September.

In the middle of the night, he raised the beer can in his hand and drank the rest of the beer, exhaled a long breath, and then squeezed it hard, threw the unformed aluminum can into a cardboard box, and turned into the room. The two-bedroom, one-bedroom apartment was a mess. Although Xiaoqing had gotten off work but hadn't returned home yet, Mu Zikuan sat on the sofa with a heavy ass, picked up a newspaper and scanned it randomly, and then threw it away. Then he lay down half-legged, his head resting on the sofa cushion, and turned on the TV with the remote control, and the first thing that popped up was the local news in Yangon, which was also reporting on the gas station bombing. First I heard the familiar voice, then the familiar aging face, and although I was wearing black-rimmed glasses, I could still clearly see the nervous eyes behind me, which was the slumped-nosed hostess who had been watching it for eight years, and spoke Burmese English, "Afte."

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"Fool!" Mu Zikuan pressed the remote control and went to the next station, where the Thai Super League was playing. Mu Zikuan's eyes widened suddenly, facing his appetite, he was a senior fan. After watching it for less than five minutes, the phone rang. He grabbed the cordless phone, "Hello?"

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Since he was hired by the Zheng family to Suthep Mountain to find an opportunity to snatch Lin Jinrong's box, although he paid the errand, he knew very well in his heart that with the Zheng family's ruthlessness and viciousness, they would come to the door sooner or later. So he quickly moved from Koh Samui to Yangon. I used to think that when I was old, I would retire in Koh Samui and Xiaoqing for the rest of my life, which would be a beautiful thing. But now it seems that even this is almost becoming a luxury.

After coming to Yangon, he moved from house to house, for less than a year, and only three or four months. Xiaoqing was once very puzzled, and he prevaricated for a special reason, but fortunately, this woman is very simple, and she never likes to get to the bottom of her man's affairs. Since moving to this place, the phone at home has rarely ringed. Mu Zikuan has almost no friends except for a few intimate followers such as Sanyan and Aka, except for occasionally going to the hot pot restaurant where the black dog is dry, and he has some communication with his former doctoral supervisor at the Oriental Art Academy "boss" Fu Congsong and other good classmates, and he is almost living in self-isolation. For him, the greatest pleasure in daily life is to take out the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls" that he secretly replaced, and enjoy it alone, sometimes it is a day to look at it. No one could have imagined that he, a top student of a top Chinese art college, would first go to Vietnam for family reasons, and then go to Thailand again, and then get mixed into the police circle. In the police circle, he had to fall back to the mortal world because of Song Jiang's righteousness and became a low-level fake painter.

Over the years, he has forged checks for marginal people, painted counterfeit banknotes, and participated in many ancient paintings, and slowly got a little savings, and because he met Xiaoqing, he settled down. He himself never imagined that one day he would be able to become the owner of the national treasure "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls". Character is fate, but he is the best character among men, and he doesn't know how to do it is this turbulent day. When I was young, I listened to my mentor talk about the legendary experience of this painting, and at that time I was really full of blood and enthusiasm, and I couldn't wait to see the real work and the master immediately. But after really looking at this painting, he realized that the real artistic treasure lies in being restrained, in never getting tired of looking at it, and in singing three sighs. What he wanted to watch was the e-mails from his mentor and classmates, especially the trivial family matters that his tutor sometimes mentioned. Fu Lao Fu is old, he is getting older, and the teacher is also old.

Very bored. He put on his coat, grabbed the car keys from the coffee table, and slammed the door shut.

In fact, it is only a fifteen-minute drive from home to Xiaoqing's place of work, but the main highway here is often congested, and the fifteen-minute road sometimes has to climb for half an hour to get there. Today is Friday, it is dinner time, and there are a lot of cars on the road. He was so upset that he drove into the delivery lane of a McDonald's, asked for a Big Mac package, and then drove straight to the beach. The sky was already covered with dark clouds, and it was getting dark.

Since getting married, Mou Zikuan has spent almost half of his spare time chatting online and browsing various Chinese forums. However, it is still not convenient to surf the Internet at home after all, and it is easy to leave traces. He used to constantly upgrade and download all kinds of hacking software, but finally found that it was too expensive, and new technology was introduced almost every three months, which made him exhausted, and finally decided to give up. Now his computer uses a local area network, not to mention the speed is extremely fast, and he can also study and study computer painting.

By the time his car pulled into the seaside parking lot, it was completely dark. The parking lot was empty, and not a single car was in sight. He parked the car in the parking space closest to the sea, jumped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. When he was about to turn his head and walk to the beach, he suddenly felt that there was a car parked in the corner not far from him, and if he looked closely, it was Zheng Huang's. A solid black Koenigsegg sports car, not even the number plate has changed. Why is this demon here today? Although Mu Zikuan was not afraid of him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The Zheng Huang he knows is also rich in experience, and ten books can't be finished. The two of them became acquainted because of painting, and now they have become enemies because of painting. Mu Zikuan is almost fifty years old this year, but although Zheng Huang claims to be the same age as Mu Zikuan's father, Mu Zikuan is also a spicy strip that has run through the rivers and lakes, so he naturally refuses to believe it. Zheng Huang used to study art and design at the Savannah College of Art and Design in the United States, but when he just graduated, he suddenly decided to join the army. When he was born, the U.S. military had just been involved in the big hole of Vietnam, maybe it was fate for him, and he volunteered to sign up for the Thai Navy, and was sent back to the United States for training several times in the middle, until he was completely pulled out of it. But Zheng Huang never mentioned what he had done in the army and in the United States. After returning to China, Zheng Huang returned to the university as a "special talent" to teach the Chulalongkorn Art Department, starting as a teaching assistant, and then out of control, all the way to the head of the department. At a young age, he taught at three universities at most, and was already one of the leading authorities in art and art in Thailand. He was willing to accept the offer of Jura University, in addition to the fame of the school itself, it is said that it is also related to some American museums and top European art galleries, but this Mu Zikuan has only heard of it. Although Zheng Huang is reluctant to mention his past, he is not eccentric, he is quite friendly to people, and he is funny and talkative. Although I now understand his essence and see everything clearly, it was still very confusing at that time. Until now, the vast majority of people are still confused by the aura on his body, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Zheng Huang's clothes are also very tasteful. It is said that some girls in the department have a special affection for him, just like Hollywood actresses later have a good impression of famous directors and producers. But within a few years, he resigned from all teaching positions and returned to his hometown of Koh Samui to live in seclusion. Soon his younger brother Zheng Xuan entered the rivers and lakes as a real estate developer, and he was invincible, and his strength and wealth soared exponentially.

Mu Zikuan observed Zheng Huang's car from a distance, the lights were dark, the door was closed, and there was no movement for a long time. He found it strange that since the doors were closed and the lights didn't seem to be turned on, he always felt like there were a pair of eyes inside staring at him. Could it really be that there was someone in the car? Could it be him? Just when Mu Zi was suspicious, suddenly an exclamation came from the seaside in the distance, followed by the voice that seemed to be someone calling for help. He didn't have time to think about it, so he instinctively ran towards the sea.

The seashore was dark, but there seemed to be no sound to be heard except the waves. Mu Zikuan turned on the bright flashlight of his mobile phone, and could only see a little distance nearby, and it was still dark in the distance, only the light from the building in the distance could still vaguely make Mu Zikuan identify the south, south, and north. He shouted a few times at the top of his voice, but no one answered. He walked around and looked around, and everything was as usual. A huge wave "snapped" and almost swept him into the sea.

Mu Zikuan could only walk away from afar. As I walked, I suddenly saw a tin house, like a makeshift room for retail vendors on the beach during the day, and the door was also closed, so that no one could be seen inside. Mu Zikuan walked over and pushed the door, and the door was locked. Probably recognized Zheng Huang's car just now, and he has been suspicious in his heart, he is a bit of a soldier now. He took off his T-shirt, covered his head, and kicked the door on the side of the room, and it opened, and he couldn't hold his strength and almost fell.

When he entered the house, he took a photo with his mobile phone and was shocked to find that there were many slogans written on the walls that seemed to intimidate him: Thieves will be caught! Another one reads, "Let's go home and see!" "These slogans are written in Chinese, which is the book of heaven for Burmese people who do not know Chinese characters.

Therefore, Mu Zikuan was very surprised and hurriedly retreated. Thinking that something was wrong, he ran towards the place where he parked.

But it's strange, no matter how he looks for it, he can't find his Accord, and Zheng Huang's car has disappeared. When Mu Zikuan took a taxi to rush back in despair, he imagined countless solutions to problems along the way. When it was almost there, he asked the driver to stop at a little distance and observe his small building from a distance, but everything didn't seem to be abnormal, he hid in the dark and observed for a long time, without any movement, and then slowly walked home. Xiaoqing is not there, usually at this time she should have already prepared dinner and waited for herself to eat. Mu Zikuan's heart was suddenly shocked, it's bad! He ran to the computer and sat down, the more than ten seconds of booting it seemed like a long dozens of days, and finally it was fine, he took out the BigMac he bought at noon with his left hand and bit it down, and clicked the mouse with his right hand to open a hidden folder.

His homepage is a Chinese website called World Art Forum. In addition to discussing art topics that he is interested in, this forum also has special people reposting all kinds of art news, saving him the time of looking for Chinese art news everywhere. However, the main reason why Mou Zikuan likes this place is that most of the visitors to this website are Chinese students abroad, and the owner of the website is also a Chinese from an international student background, with the pen name "Cao Thief". Except for the occasional discussion of topics, the atmosphere here is always good. Recently, however, I don't know where the so-called avant-garde artists have come out to help the so-called avant-garde artists, to provoke and abuse them regardless of time and topic, to post some garbage transferred from messy places, and to insult the traditional artists on the altar with the dirtiest words. For a time, dark clouds were rolling on the forum, and gunsmoke was filled. The orthodox artists on the altar were obviously very wrong at first, and they couldn't imagine that someone with access to the Internet could scold such a nasty thing, and they were a little overwhelmed. Until one day, an oil painter with the pen name of "Linglongshi" took the lead, and suddenly as if he had opened his mind, he violently fought back with the characteristics of the market in the east, west, north, south, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign places. The war was provoked by the avant-garde, but at this time it was obviously lacking in confidence and running out of ammunition.

The first post Mu Zikuan saw was a scolding post, which was an unregistered water post. The following post is the spirit dragon stone. And then there's a long string of follow-ups. Mu Zikuan has always been a diver, and when he saw this post, he couldn't help but laugh "haha"! Then he shook his head, thinking to himself what this Cao thief was eating, and he didn't care, this jar was about to become a garbage can. Then from My Favou

ite, I clicked on another art website called "Huatuxiu", which is also where he often logs in to chat.

Mu Zikuan met Three Eyes and Aka on this website. Later, I didn't expect to find the traces of my old classmate Liu Tianyun on this website. He first read a nostalgic article on the forum, and felt that this poster must have something to do with him, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be particularly familiar with the past. Later, after communicating privately, I soon found out that it was my classmate Liu Waist. That's really "a line of fate", the line of the network cable. They have a foundation of trust with each other for many years, and they are both wanderers from the end of the world, and the common topics and similar experiences make them quickly become brothers in the true sense. is one of the elements of struggle to fulfill the other party as their life goal, so Mu Zikuan's national treasure goes home to hide from the sky and the sea, only Liu Tianyun knows best. They agreed to be each other's backups, and they were not afraid of sacrifice, and whoever was glorious would be taken over by the other. Three-Eyes and Aka are also good brothers, but they are still slightly inferior to the two of them. It's not about morality, it's related to hobbies, educational background, three views, ideals, will, and many other things, and it's hard to describe it in one word.

There was no trace of anyone else clicking on the files in the computer, Mu Zi was relieved, he felt bored at home, so he went downstairs to the nearest café to sit down.

He ordered a cup of pure coffee, and to be honest, he didn't like the guys who sat in the café and pretended. Fortunately, this family is affected by the location, and this situation is good. Mu Zikuan looked at his watch, it was almost half past eleven. Turning his head to look out the window, he couldn't see anything, and there was a thick layer of moisture on the window. It was raining outside, and you could faintly hear the rain and the cold wind lapping against the glass. It was pitch black outside, and I could vaguely see the red taillights of cars coming and going on No. 3 Road. This is the only way for my wife to come home.

Oops, why hasn't Xiaoqing come back yet? Mu Zikuan became a little anxious, he picked up his mobile phone and wanted to dial his wife's number. A waitress came over with a pot of fragrant coffee and asked with a smile, "Are you okay?"

“Good. Can you add me some more coffee?" Mu Zikuan smiled at her. He'd been to this café countless times, but this was the first time he had met this girl, and she was supposed to be new. It's quite sweet, and the hair is long, soft sand, and at most in your twenties. The name tag on the chest reads Nelissa. "It's lonely today, huh?"

"Let's rain. In half an hour I'll be off work, and I'm so tired that I'm bored. The girl sighed, "The person you're waiting for hasn't come yet?" ”

Mu Zikuan had the heart to joke with her: "Maybe his girlfriend is too beautiful and reluctant to go out!" She looks like you. Nelissa was a little embarrassed, and her cheeks were slightly red.

Mu Zikuan wanted to continue teasing her, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Sanyan hurriedly walking towards him. “Oh, he

e he is!" he said to the girl, "and a cup of coffee, a portion of honey and lemon." The girl nodded, turned and walked away.

Three-eyed and one-butt sat down in the seat opposite him, and said in an inauthentic Mandarin with a smile on his face, "Hehe, I'm sorry, I gave you one less chance to fall!" Mu Zikuan raised his wrist, pointed to his watch and scolded angrily, "It's not like you, human-faced beast heart!" Half Mandarin, half Cantonese vernacular.

Nelissa walked over and poured three eyes coffee and asked him what else he wanted. Mu Zikuan interjected: "Su

e, o

e Flied Lice (F

ied Rice) lah!", deliberately damaging the three-eyed old man's voice, the girl grinned with her hands over her mouth. Sanyan pretended not to hear, pointed at Mu Zikuan, and smiled evilly at the girl: "He's bad, eh?" The girl walked away.

Mu Zikuan watched the girl walk away, put away his smile and said, "!" Knowing that there is something to do tonight, you still have the heart to make trouble! Have you been there in Acre? Seeing that Mu Zikuan's face was not very good, he didn't dare to make jokes, lowered his head and drank coffee, and said in a low voice: "It's all ready, just wait for you to start work." The guys are in the car. ”

Mu Zikuan raised his hand at Nelissa and made a gesture to pay.

The detached house in Ha Dong Road, a northern suburb of Yangon, was pitch black. There are houses on the left, right and behind the house, and the spacing is very small. A field of more than 20 detached houses is lined up, facing Hedong Road. The houses are all 10 years old and the front of the houses is basically equipped with infrared warning lights and cameras. On the other side of the river is the Van Vli River, with its high embankment. There is a small grove between the embankment and the east of the river. The road is not wide, and any vehicle passing through this section of the road will inevitably be recorded by the camera in front of the house on the side of the road.

A black Chevrolet SUV was parked outside the corner of River East Road, a factory warehouse parking lot with no lighting. From here, the detached house is exactly at a 30-degree angle, and the distance is about 100 meters. The engine was on and the headlights were off. The exhaust pipe at the rear of the car faces the small dark bushes on the edge of the warehouse, and the white exhaust fumes are just absorbed by the trees. Any passing vehicle won't notice the existence of the car at all without looking closely. Mu Zikuan sat in the back seat of a Chevrolet SUV, motionless through the night vision binoculars and observed the detached house.

He looked down at his luminous watch, and it was exactly 1:45 a.m. Three-eyed and Aka had been lying flat in the front seat and smoking, afraid that the light of the cigarette butt would be seen from the outside. Although the windows on both sides were rolled down, the smell of smoke in the car was still enough to choke. Mu Zikuan said in a low voice: "It's almost over, Aka will check the guy's business again." Three-eyed, be vigilant, don't smoke. Don't press the intercom! ”

Aka took out two unloaded 9mm pistols from his black backpack and handed them to Mu Zikuan. I pulled out a few more magazines and handed over three. Mu Zikuan took the gun, inserted the magazine, pulled the bolt, closed the safety, and inserted it into the nylon holster in his waist. He turned around and climbed into the trunk of the car, took out two empty black nylon travel bags, handed one to Aka, and said to him: "Today is for money, if there is no accident, don't use a gun!" Walk! ”

The two jumped down from either side of the car and gently closed the door. He first crouched down by the car door and looked at both ends of the road above to make sure there was no traffic, and then sprang across the river road and disappeared into the shadows of the trees on the edge of the garden outside.

The rain began to fall heavier and heavier. Crackling, smashing on leaves, on the ground.

Watching Mu Zikuan go downstairs into the café, Professor Hu and Mr. Lu sat in the car and exchanged glances. Professor Hu said to Mr. Lu: "Act quickly, beware of his backhand!" Mr. Lu nodded, and then glanced at Xiaoqing, who was in Mr. Lin's hands. She was unconscious. Mr. Lin said with some embarrassment: "She...... She seems to be pregnant. Professor Hu glanced at them coldly and said, whether it is dead or alive, Boss Zheng has the final say. What a soft heart! After hearing this, Lu Liang immediately got out of the car, touched the dagger on his waist, and ran towards Mu Zikuan's house.

Taking advantage of Mu Zikuan's absence, Lu Liang successfully hacked into his computer. He sent all the information out through a special dark web mailbox. After typing the last word, I clicked post, and then looked at the computer clock and was startled. It's almost two o'clock in the morning! No, it's too slow, we have to go back quickly. He muttered and rubbed his eyes, he didn't expect that there was so much hacking software in this guy's computer, and it took too long to crack and restrain it. He stood up, only to realize that he had been holding his urine for almost an hour. He almost jumped to the bathroom.

When Lu Liang came out of the bathroom, he suddenly felt that there was something strange in the room. He turned his head to look at Mu Zikuan's room, and found that the door was open, leaving only a small crack. He remembered that he had pushed through the door when he first came in, but it was still tightly closed. A chill came out of his spine, and his heart beat faster. Broken! He quickly turned his head to find a good guy, and saw a one-meter-long angle steel in the corner of the wall, which was left by the workers who repaired the leak in the building a while ago. He crept over and picked it up, then leaned against the door, listening inside, and there was no sound at all. He remembered the police breaking down the door on TV, and turned to the door with about the same speed, and kicked right in front of the door.