Thief Game: Starting with Obtaining the Kidd Card

Su Luoxue looked at Ouyang Muxue, who was dressed in men's clothing, with some surprise.

Although she didn't know why Ms. Ouyang was wearing men's clothing, she figured that most highly intelligent people have their quirks, so she didn't ask.

"Hello, Miss Ouyang."

Su Luoxue politely extended her hand and shook hands with Ouyang Muxue.

"Hello Captain Su, please take care of me in the future."

Ouyang Muxue remained expressionless, which even made Su Luoxue wonder if she had said something wrong and offended the new detective consultant.

Seemingly sensing Su Luoxue's thoughts, Sun Luo quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Captain, don't misunderstand. My junior sister is like this to everyone. In the words of our teacher, a qualified detective cannot show his true emotions on his face."

Su Luoxue nodded, not minding at all.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned to look at Sun Luo.

Sun Luo coughed awkwardly: "I'm the kind that doesn't meet the requirements."

Su Luoxue chuckled twice and extended her hand to Ouyang Muxue: "Miss Ouyang, please. I'll show you around first. As for the work, I'll have Captain Sun tell you later."

Ouyang Muxue nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble Captain Su."

……

Two days later.

In a café somewhere in London, the land where the sun never sets.

Chen Feng was looking at a promotional poster for the Leonardo DiCaprio exhibition.

"A golden mask, deep-sea pearls, huh... quite a few good things," Chen Feng thought to himself.

However, his target was clearly not these somewhat "ordinary" treasures, but rather...

Chen Feng fixed his gaze on the sun crown in the center of the promotional poster: "The 31st? That's tomorrow. Let's go see this 'old friend' I've never met before, haha..."

As Chen Feng thought to himself, a smile appeared on his lips.

"gentlemen?"

A waiter approached and asked, "Are you also here to see Mr. Leonardo's private exhibition?"

Chen Feng looked up and met the waitress's curious gaze.

Smiling, she replied, "Why did you say 'also'?"

"Well, recently, because of Mr. Leonardo, many private collectors and art enthusiasts from all over the world have come here to visit. I just saw that you were looking at posters about private exhibitions, so I asked this question."

The waitress began to explain, then paused, and cautiously asked, "Sir, are you a tourist from East Asia?"

“I’m from China,” Chen Feng replied.

The waiter nodded: "A mysterious great power in the East..."

"Oh, right!" The waitress seemed to suddenly remember something:

"Tickets for Mr. Leonardo's private exhibition are now on sale. If you wish to attend, you'd better buy your tickets as soon as possible, or they may sell out."

"Okay, thank you."

Chen Feng smiled and handed the waitress a 20-euro note as a tip.

Then, amidst the waitress's words of thanks, he took his belongings and left the coffee shop.

Stepping outside, Chen Feng slung his backpack over his shoulder, put two fingers to his lips, and whistled.

"Cuckoo-"

As Chen Feng whistled, Xiao Bai immediately flew down from the rooftop and landed steadily on Chen Feng's shoulder.

"Let's go, Xiaobai, let's find a place to stay first."

"Goo!"

……

at the same time.

The top floor of a building in downtown New York City, thousands of miles away.

Amy rubbed her throbbing temples, finished annotating the last document, tossed it aside, and finally let out a sigh of relief, ending her workday.

Amy slowly raised her head and looked at the two wilted blue roses next to the computer. She couldn't help but sigh softly.

I've been away from China for over half a month now, and I wonder how he is doing...

Amya's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

She didn't want to leave China either.

Unfortunately, she was representing her country in organizing the touring exhibition, so she had to leave and move on to the next stop when the deadline arrived.

dong dong——

A knock came at the door.

Hearing the noise, Amya composed herself before saying, "Come in."

squeak-

The door was pushed open.

Mir walked in holding a document: "Your Highness, the royal family has responded to your previous request."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this news, Amy's eyes widened instantly, and a hint of excitement appeared on her delicate face.

"What did they say over there?"

"His Majesty the King said that he has granted your request to return home and has sent your sister, Princess Sophie, to take your place. Once the handover is complete, you may return home."

Upon hearing Mir's words, Amya finally showed a genuine smile.

“Great, Mil, help me pack my luggage. We’ll leave as soon as Sophie arrives.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Mir immediately agreed, though a hint of hesitation remained on her face.

"Is there anything else?" Amy asked, noticing Mir's expression.

"Princess, why are you in such a hurry to return home? It seems we don't have any urgent matters to attend to back home."

Seeing Mir's puzzled expression, Amya gave a mysterious smile.

"Mill, do you believe in intuition?"

"what?"

Mir was a little confused, but after realizing what was happening, he immediately shook his head.

Amy didn't explain further, but simply stood up and went to the window, letting the silvery moonlight shine on her.

"I didn't believe it before, but now I do. I have a feeling that in Western Europe, a thief is preparing a perfect performance..."

……

Chapter 53: A Notice from Chen Feng

London streets at dusk.

Tommy, who had just managed to snag the last ticket at Leonardo DiCaprio's private exhibition, was humming a tune as he walked down the street.

Looking at the ticket in his hand, which resembled an invitation, Tommy was in an exceptionally good mood.

I don't know where this bunch of idiots came from, but they're all scrambling to see that old man's private exhibition. The ticket prices are already skyrocketing. Once they reach their peak, they'll just sell their tickets.

Another source of income has arrived!

Thinking of this, Tommy's smile widened, and even the tone of his humming rose.

"Ouch!"

The sudden impact hit Tommy quite hard, causing him to fall backward and sprawl on his back.

"Are you blind?! Can't you watch where you're going?"

Tommy, who had just gotten up, was about to start cursing when he saw that the person who had been hit was lying motionless on the ground.

Dark red blood flowed from the man's brain, spreading across the ground and forming a blood-red stream.

Glug!

Tommy swallowed hard.

He quickly looked around to make sure no one was there, and without lingering, he scrambled away from the scene.

Until he left, the "dead" man suddenly opened his eyes, and a red ticket appeared in his hand.

Looking in the direction Tommy fled, Chen Feng smiled and said, "You can't blame me for that. Be careful next time, sir."

……

A day passed by in a flash.

It was evening on the second day.

Leonardo DiCaprio's private exhibition opened on time.

I don't know where this old man learned this trick, but he even uses scarcity marketing to sell tickets, limiting the number of tickets to 100 per day.

This resulted in the exhibition being very popular, but only a few hundred people actually came to visit.

The location near the entrance.

A long queue of visitors formed to have their tickets checked.

Ahead, Chen Feng, disguised as a middle-aged man, also arrived at the ticket gate.

"Hello sir, please show me your ticket."

The security guard at the entrance stopped Chen Feng.

Chen Feng handed over his ticket, and after it was checked and found to be correct, he entered the venue amidst the professional smile of the security guard.