In a street alley, a filthy man fled in a hurry because two men in business suits were tailing after him.
He had a look of urgency, but his fleeing speed was slow because he had to hold his bleeding right leg, which had been wrapped in a piece of white cloth. At this moment, a distinctive pattern could be seen on this cloth, just as if it was red ink being diluted.
Since he couldn"t walk quickly, he got rid of the tail with the aid of the complex city streets until he lost his own way.
"I am sorry," he said.
He seemed to have ran into someone, hastily glancing at the man before rus.h.i.+ng into another alley immediately. But he wasn"t aware that something fell out of his coat—It turned out it was a tube of paint.
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When Luo Qiu"s eyes curiously fell on this tube of paint, the servant girl had picked it up and sent it to him.
Luo Qiu didn"t have time to scrutinize it. Two men in business suits had just walked out from that alley. They looked like elites in the decent business suits.
Seeing there were only two people here, one of the suit men noticed the tube of paint in Boss Luo"s hand, so he directly asked, "Excuse me, did you see a man pa.s.sed by? His leg was hurt, it should be very to be recognized."
An oriental face... so the man in the suit changed into the easiest language to communicate with him immediately.
Boss Luo, who did not seem to have any pressure, and pointed to a way---the opposite direction which the man had left.
The suit man looked at the way, nodding, and running into the alley.
While the other suit man took out of a wallet from his suit pocket, giving some money to Boss Luo, and quickly saying "thanks", before hurriedly following his partner.
"...Did I earn money?" Luo Qiu looked at Ms. Maid incrediously.
You Ye nodded with smile, "Yes, master. You did."
Luo Qiu shook his head, starting to observe this tube of paint in his hand with more interest---one half had been used, and the tail had been rolled to the middle.
The color was lemon yellow.
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Vera was chewing gum. The art gallery, which Vera had walked around, was closed today and cordoned because of the theft.
"Security guards are guarding the entrances... Vicar, what"s going on inside?" Vera pressed her earphone and connected to Vicar, who was working in a car.
In a motor home opposite the art gallery, Vicar was watching two screens with a piece of toast in his mouth while his hands were typing speedily. He answered despite being busy working, "Dear Queen Vera, do you think I am just hacking into the senior high school students" computers, which are full of p.o.r.n pages?"
"I should go in and have a look first." Vera whistled.
Vicar"s toast dropped down due to the shock and disagreed instantly, "We don"t know the situation inside now. The police might still be staying there, if you go in... oh well, you"re the most willful queen I"ve ever seen!"
Communication had been turned off, Vicar sighed and had to continue his hard work .
It was very easy for Vera to insert herself into the art gallery; but apparently she chose the most accessible way---As a magician, it was not hard to get the ID card from a staff that sneaked out for a smoke.
Of course before that, the cool magician lady had dressed herself in a set of clothes, wearing clumsy black-rimmed gla.s.ses and changing a different hairstyle.
Vera swiped the ID card and went into the art gallery under the surveillance of the policemen.
In the crime scene of the theft, Vera also saw a policeman standing guard, but the person in charge was not there. Perhaps he was interrogating for a testimony somewhere.
Vera walked by calmly with her hawk eyes. At that moment, she recorded all the scenes and the layout there in her clever mind.
When she was depicting the structure of this art gallery, a young man came toward her and shouted, "Please wait."
The outline of a gun was revealed from the young man"s trenchcoat while he was walking. Vera gaped, and couldn"t help taking a step back. They looked at each other. "What"s the matter?"
While the man asked, "Where"s the bathroom…Oh, my stomach is uncomfortable."
"It"s right over there," Vera pointed the way.
"Thank you!" The young man nodded and said, "I"m Yelgo... and by the way, you"ll look better without wearing gla.s.ses."
Vera squinted her eyes, looking at the direction Yelgo rushed to, but she didn"t know whether there was a washroom. As she was going to leave, she heard footsteps.
She quickly hid behind a pillar. A middle-aged man with a big belly hastily and cautiously walked by... It looked he was afraid of being found.
Vera looked around, quietly following the man.
"... Yes, I"ve just finished the police inquiry... Well, everything is OK ... I"ll do it as soon as possible," the man said.
Vera could only hear the response from one side. But she was so attentive that she quietly photographed the man with her cellphone.
Slipping out this art gallery, Vera took off the jacket and gla.s.ses and threw them in a trash, then she went to Vicar"s motor home.
Vicar was relieved, but with a blaming tone, he said, "I didn"t hope to see you come back easily; I would prefer you to suffer more."
Vera took out a bottle of beer from the fridge, opening it, and walking to Vicar. Propping herself on the table with her hand, she said quickly, "The painting disappeared itself."
"You mean some magician had it disappear?" Vicar rolled his eyes.
Vera turned on her phone, "Help me check who this guy is...Besides, next time can you buy me some nicer gla.s.ses?"
Vicar ... Vicar blinked his eyes, astounded.
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He popped his head out nervously to check around the way he walked through---there were only a few pedestrians.
The two men in business suits did not seemed to catch up.
He heaved a sigh of relief. Then, his body slid down the wall and he sat down. His lip turned pale and dry because of the violent escape and his facial muscles twisted together because of the wound on his leg.
"Do you want some water?"
A bottle of mineral water appeared in his sight.
The man in terrible condition looked up unconsciously and saw a man and a woman... This man seemed to be the young guy he had just run into.
"Who are you?" the man said with a slight hint of terror and hesitation. Meanwhile his hands held the wall, trying his best to hold up himself.
"This is what you left behind." Luo Qiu spread out his hand and the lemon yellow pigment appeared in his hand.
The man was surprised. He quickly grabbed back the pigment from Luo Qiu"s hand and stuffed it into his pocket. Looking relieved, he gazed at the mineral water, swallowing subconsciously.
After hurriedly twisting off the water and gulping it down, he wiped his mouth at random and said with a puzzle look, "The pursuers ... Didn"t they ask you the way?"
Because the man clearly remembered the distance between pursuers and himself. After he ran into the man, the pursuers would have surely meet with the pair.
"Well, I might have played a prank."
The man was astonished, asking curiously, "Why did you help me?"
Boss Luo said quietly, "Have you forgotten, sir? We"ve met before."
"Really?" The man showed a stunned expression.
Boss Luo indicatively said, "A few days ago, didn"t you tell me something about the painting "The Nameless Maiden" in the art gallery?"
This was the crazy guy they met at the art gallery.