I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The next morning, Luo Fei opened his eyes in the sunlight and activated the system in his mind.

[A divine choice has been triggered today.]

Options appear:

Option A: 500 boxes of canned yellow peaches, 12 cans per box, preserved in syrup, with plump fruit.

Option B: 500 boxes of Eight Treasure Porridge, 12 cans per box.

He chose canned yellow peaches.

Just as I was about to get up, Xiao Wan's voice came from my phone.

"Captain, I have something to report to you. On the first day of the museum's opening, I noticed two suspicious people. They were standing behind the security line outside the museum, mixed in with the crowd, but their expressions and postures were completely different from the other tourists."

"Their attention wasn't focused on the buildings, but rather on the security facilities—such as the angles of the surveillance cameras, the locations of the entrances and exits, and the routes of the armed police patrols."

"They thought they were hiding well, but little did they know that the movement of their pupils had already given away their focus."

Luo Fei sat up, leaned against the headboard, and held his phone to his ear. Xiao Wan continued, "They're staying at a budget hotel near the museum. There's a hidden pinhole camera in the room, installed by a voyeur."

"The voyeur has been caught, but the camera was kept. I took over the camera's signal, and for the past two weeks, I've recorded every conversation, every argument, and even every time they opened the curtains to look at the street scene outside."

Luo Fei tapped the edge of his phone lightly with his finger.

The cameras left behind by voyeurs have ironically become a powerful tool for monitoring them.

Xiao Wan then pulled up several recordings. The first one was of a man smashing his phone and roaring, "It's been half a month! I haven't managed to get a single ticket!"

The second segment is a woman's voice: "Wait, once the museum opens, with 30,000 people coming and going every day, there will always be identities that can be borrowed."

The third paragraph features the woman saying with a hint of sarcasm, "I never expected that our master thief would stumble at the very first step this time."

After listening, Luo Fei asked softly, "The Thousand-Faced Thief?"

Xiao Wan immediately pulled up the files of those national investigation teams. The master thief, whose true identity, nationality, and age were all unknown, had committed thirteen crimes.

After each crime, he would leave behind a silver mask as a mark, and he never failed.

The United States once offered a reward of five million US dollars for clues about the matter, but ten years have passed and the reward remains unclaimed.

Luo Fei listened without changing his expression, then asked, "Have they committed any crimes in China?"

Xiao Wan paused for a moment, his tone becoming somewhat complicated.

"They committed a crime, but the circumstances were rather unusual. About seven years ago, they came to China and their target was a golden nanmu pagoda in a museum."

"That wooden pagoda is a national treasure, made of Phoebe zhennan wood, which can remain intact for thousands of years."

"They succeeded in stealing it, but after taking it, they discovered it was a fake—the real Phoebe zhennan wood pagoda had been secretly sold by the then curator several years earlier under the guise of protective restoration."

"The curator has placed a replica in the warehouse. It looks exactly like the real thing, but the material is just ordinary nanmu wood that has been painted to look old."

"The Thousand-Faced God secretly took away this fake tower."

Luo Fei's fingers paused slightly.

Xiao Wan continued, "After learning that the fake wooden pagoda had been stolen, the curator was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he simply set fire to the museum and burned it down, claiming that the fire was caused by aging electrical circuits and that the wooden pagoda unfortunately perished in the flames."

"In the end, the matter was dropped—the curator kept his secret, and the master thief was unwilling to admit that he had stolen counterfeit goods; both sides acted as if nothing had happened."

"Therefore, they have no criminal record in China because there is no case filed."

Luo Fei remained silent for a moment.

A real tower was stolen from by its own keeper, a fake tower was stolen by an international thief, and finally, a fire reduced all the evidence and the truth to ashes.

He asked, "Where is the curator now?"

Xiao Wan replied, "I was investigated and punished for embezzlement and bribery three years ago, and I am currently serving my sentence in prison, but not because of the wooden pagoda; it's for another case."

Luo Fei didn't ask any further questions.

He pulled out the phone number of Chen Tao, the director of the Longhai branch of the National Security Bureau, from his ring.

The phone was answered after only one ring: "General Luo, what are your instructions?"

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Luo Fei briefly recounted the story of the Thousand-Faced Thief and then revealed his plan.

"They planned to blow up a nearby substation to create a massive power outage and then take the opportunity to enter the museum."

"I need your cooperation—tonight we will conduct an electrical inspection near the museum, and we will issue a formal notice in advance that there will be a two-hour power outage from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. The notice should be formally worded so that the staff can conduct a genuine inspection without arousing their suspicion."

"No notices or briefings should be omitted. At the same time, personnel should be stationed near the substation to keep watch. If they do attempt to bomb the substation tonight, they should be arrested on the spot."

Chen Tao didn't ask "why we can't just arrest them directly," nor did he ask "why we give them the opportunity to go in."

As an experienced national security officer, he understood the unspoken meaning in Luo Fei's words—a trap.

The idea is to make the fish feel that the bait on the hook is safe, entice it to bite on its own, and then reel in the line once the fish has taken a firm bite.

In this way, once the fish is caught, it has little room to struggle, because it took the bait on its own.

Perhaps Luo Fei's life was too monotonous, and he wanted to find some fun.

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Chen Tao hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

At 10:00 AM, Longhai Power Supply Company issued an announcement.

Dear electricity users: To ensure electricity safety, our company plans to suspend power supply to certain areas of Dongcheng District from 8:00 PM to 10:00 PM tonight. Affected areas include the area around Xianglong Museum, Xinyuan Road, Jianshe Road, and Wenhua Road. Please make necessary preparations in advance. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

The announcement was not only published on the power company's official website, but also sent to users in Dongcheng District via SMS.

The announcement was also shared on local forums in Longhai City. In the comments section, some people complained, "Why are they doing electrical repairs so late at night?" while others said, "I don't live there anyway, so it doesn't matter."

The curtains in the budget hotel room remained drawn.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, holding his phone, the screen displaying the power outage notice.

He checked several times, confirming that the power outage area also included the Xianglong Museum, and that the timing coincided with their planned operation. A slow smile crept onto his lips, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"There will be a power outage around the museum from 8 to 10 p.m. tonight, they say it's for line maintenance."

He handed the phone to the woman, saying, "Our plan hasn't even been implemented yet, and they've already cut off the power themselves. It's like a godsend."

The woman took the phone, read the announcement, and then frowned slightly.

She was more cautious than men, not out of paranoia, but a conditioned reflex developed over a decade of thievery. Her danger radar was always on and would not automatically turn off by any coincidence.

"There are too many coincidences. We just planned to bomb the substation, and then they shut it down for maintenance. The timing, location, and scope all match our plan almost perfectly. Could this be a trap?"

The man's smile froze for a moment. He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head.

"The premise of setting a trap is that someone knows our plan. And our plan is known only to the two of us; there is no third person."

"We haven't contacted anyone. We wear masks and hats when we go out and never leave a clear image of ourselves. Nobody knows our identities, nobody knows we're in Longhai City, and nobody knows we're staying at this hotel."

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming even more resolute.

"Besides, if someone knows our plan, they must also know where we live. They can just come and arrest us directly. Why bother with this power outage for maintenance?"

"It's true that the circuit was being inspected. Hundreds of thousands of tourists from other places have come in the past few days, putting a lot of pressure on the power supply around the museum. Inspecting the lines is a normal operation; we just happened to be there at the right time."

The woman returned the phone to him without nodding or shaking her head.

Her brows were still furrowed, but her lips were pursed. Although she disagreed, she knew she couldn't persuade the man she was with.

The man knew she still had doubts, but time was of the essence.

There will be a power outage at 8 PM tonight; this presents an opportunity.

If we keep waiting, who knows how long it will be before we encounter another opportunity like this.

He stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making him squint. People were coming and going on the street; some were waiting for the bus, some were buying jianbing (Chinese crepes) from roadside stalls, and some were holding their children's hands as they crossed the street.

No one noticed the window, nor did anyone notice him standing behind it.

"Tonight at eight o'clock. We'll go in, get the imperial seal, and then come out without anyone noticing."

He turned to look at the woman, his gaze filled with an unyielding determination.

The woman got out of bed, put her phone in her pocket, picked up her coat from the back of the chair, put it on, zipped it up, and tucked her hair into her collar.

"Let's go, let's scout the location first. Before the power goes out, we need to double-check the terrain around the museum, the locations of surveillance cameras, and the distribution of patrolling police."

She walked to the door, paused on the doorknob, and glanced back at the man.

"If anything unusual happens tonight, evacuate immediately."

The man nodded.

The door opened, and the two went out.

The footsteps faded into the distance, eventually disappearing in the direction of the elevator. The room became quiet, with only the air conditioner's outdoor unit still humming.

The bed was not made, the blankets were crumpled, there were two dents on the pillows, and several half-finished bottles of mineral water were on the bedside table, with the caps all open.

Xiao Wan watched all of this through the hidden pinhole camera.

Its vision has no blind spots, no dead angles, and it never gets tired.

It silently saved this scene.