Personal Bodyguard in Japan

Yu Wencheng expected well. The thief did have an accomplice.

Among the professional group theft gangs, the division of labor is very clear. Those who step on the spot are specially responsible for stepping on the spot, those who steal are specially responsible for stealing, and the receptionist is specially waiting nearby in a powerful car, ready to take the thieves away at any time.

After all, Yu Wencheng was too far away. When he arrived, the receiver had swept the objects on the thief and ran away, leaving only the half flying wings on the ground and a pile of things he didn't know how to describe.

Yu Wencheng sincerely sighed: "they all said you would fall to death. Why don't you listen? How about falling to death? It's a waste of my 500 day coins."

There were a bunch of passers-by with a confused face: "

Yu Wencheng shrugged and went back.

The efficiency of the Japanese police is still very high. At this time, a large number of police have arrived and are taking photos, collecting fingerprints and asking about the situation.

Xiangnai was pointing out: "at that time, the thief Pu jumped out of the window with a big wing. As a result, the detective Conan suddenly fell from the sky and broke his wings. At this time, it is estimated that he should have fallen to death..."

The policeman who took the note: "

Yu Wencheng: "

It's special... Even if you want to cover for me, can you make it up a little decent? I've been with myself for so long. It's not reliable. The more I learn, the more I feel like it.

When Ichiro tanamoto saw Yuwen Cheng, his eyes lit up and whispered, "how's it going? Did you get it back?"

"Someone picked me up and went faster than me." Yu Wencheng spread his hands: "how? What did you lose?"

"The painting is gone indeed." Ichiro tanamoto smiled bitterly. "In addition, there are some important documents of the company and a set of precious jewelry worth 500 million. It doesn't matter, but he also took the love Keepsake between me and your father."

"Don't worry too much." Yuwen Cheng patted Ichiro tanamoto's shoulder comfortingly: "since it has happened, just find a way to get it back."

Ichiro tanamoto sighed: "now I can only think so."

A policeman approached Ichiro tanamoto and whispered, "Mr. tanamoto, I think your daughter may be too frightened... Her brain is not working well. You'd better arrange for a doctor to see her."

Tanamoto Ichiro was stunned. Just now, xiangnai was alive and happy all the way. There was no sign of excessive shock: "what?"

"She..." the policeman lowered his voice again: "she said that detective Conan appeared in the air just now and broke the thief's wings, so the thief fell to death..."

Ichiro tanamoto was unhappy when he heard this: "why? It's a bad brain? What she said is the truth! It was Detective Conan who beat the thief down from the sky with a stick just now... Even if she said that the thief was beaten down by Altman, it's true! You know?"

Policeman: "

I'm afraid this brain is hard to use. It's hereditary!

The police quickly turned around and left. Don't get too close to people with bad brains, or they will suddenly be stabbed to death. They don't know why.

Yuwen Cheng sighed: "I finally know how xiangnai is used to his temper."

Tanamoto Ichiro also sighed: "I understand the truth, but I just can't see her wronged..." tanamoto Ichiro looked at Yuwen and said, "of course, except you."

They looked at each other and laughed.

Chanai looked at them for some reason, like two fools.

Yu Wencheng turned out, found a secluded corridor corner and dialed a number.

"If you have something to say, hang up. I'm busy!" a hearty voice came from the phone. It was Yu Wencheng's father.

"Your engagement Keepsake was stolen."

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone, and then there was the explosion after the silence: "just say you're useful and useless! You're all there. Why did you steal it!"

"The man who robbed his son of meat... Don't talk."

“……”

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, a relatively stable mood finally came: "well, let's not complain about each other. But you should take this keepsake back anyway."

"You didn't tell me what the keepsake was from childhood. How can I find it?"

"It's nothing special." the opposite voice was a little calm: "it's a jade trigger with gluttonous grain in the Western Han Dynasty."

"What!" Yu Wencheng felt that the whole person was a little bad. He swallowed his saliva and said, "you actually gave the jade wrench with gluttonous pattern in the Western Han Dynasty as a token of love?"

"You're really good! That's a real national treasure antique! It's said that there are four gluttonous jade wrenches in the Western Han Dynasty. It's said that the whole of China has four, three of them are collected in the National Museum, and one of them is worth nine digits on the market! I think it's inappropriate to use words to say you lose your family!"

"You know a fart!" there was a little uneasy at that time. After thinking about it, he calmed down: "The situation at that time was quite special. At that time, when Hong Kong returned to China, the price of Chinese cultural relics lost in the UK soared. In view of the needs of the situation, we needed those Chinese antiques in the UK at that time. It happened that Shannai's father had an indigo box spread from the UK... And then made an exchange."

"Indigo box? Fortunately, it's not a loss." Yu Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief. The indigo box is a rare rare treasure in the Old Summer Palace, and its value is immeasurable. It may be a little cheaper to exchange it with the gluttonous jade wrench of the Western Han Dynasty.

"It's not a matter of loss." the opposite tone became serious: "we Chinese babies should be brought back."

Yuwen Cheng turned his eyes. He still didn't know what his father was thinking. He said it was a token of love. In fact, he was waiting for him to come back when he grew up. It's estimated that even if he sacrificed his lifelong happiness, that guy didn't take it seriously.

"Nothing, I'll hang up." the other side added impatiently, "your mother asked who called again. She knows to talk about you all day long... I remember that you, an unfilial son, never called home!"

With that, the phone has hung up over there.

Unfilial son Yu Wencheng: "

Yu Wencheng put away the phone and looked at the sky outside the window. Since it's such an important national cultural relic, it's still spread from your own home. There's nothing to say. You have to find a way to get it back anyway.

It's just that this thing is done by ourselves, which may be a little more efficient than the police.

At the moment, the police had collected the information and left the building one after another. Yuwencheng walked back to Ichiro tanamoto's office. Ichiro tanamoto was holding the phone. He didn't know what he was talking about. He hung up after seeing him come back and socialize at will.

Yuwen Cheng shrugged: "Uncle Guben. Let's play a game together."

"Play... Games?"

"Yes." Yuwen Cheng nodded solemnly, "thief catching game."