In the twinkling of an eye, Tuesday.

Although Wuzi gathered in Nanyang, everyone was very busy.

That day, Li Qiao took song Laoliu to Nanyang police station.

In the director's office, Fei Zhihong looked at the floor plan of the exhibition hall in his hand and asked seriously, "officer song, are you sure that Mo Jue will come?"

Song Liao is still wearing a cap, sitting on the sofa looking back at Fei Zhihong, Lang said: "not sure."

Fei Zhihong: "what

He looks at Li Qiao with a desire to talk and stop. He is so angry that he can't go up or down.

What irritating answer is this?

Song Liao looked around, "I'm not sure if he will come, but just in case, Nanyang police station had better arrange a small team to guard around the exhibition hall. We should give priority to all entrances and exits, especially in the middle of the night. We must not relax our vigilance. "

Fei Zhihong nodded, "is there anything else?"

International recidivists have emerged in Nanyang. No matter whether the other party will appear or not, he must take this matter seriously, or it will be dereliction of duty by the police.

Moreover, the organizers of the exhibition also contacted Nanyang's security companies and insurance companies, and the police escorted them. It should not be difficult to catch this habitual thief.

At this time, Li Qiao light voice added, "staff channel."

Song Liao and Fei Zhihong looked at her when they heard the news. Song Laoliu echoed, "well, I don't rule out that he will go in and out through the staff channel."

Li Qiao glances at him and nods to the floor plan in Fei Zhihong's hand. "The staff passageway is connected to the stairwell, and there are many monitoring dead corners, such as central air conditioning pipes and fire fighting passageways.

Godfather, I suggest that you send two police officers to act as staff members to keep an eye on the staff who are working around the exhibition hall.

Mo Jue can come and go freely. He is likely to dress up. At the end of the exhibition, observe the changes in the number of employees. "

This analysis, let Song Liao silently give a thumbs up, "cub, good idea."

Fei Zhihong looks at Song Liao and doubts whether he bought his identity as an Interpol?

After a while, Li Qiao looked thoughtfully at the opposite wall, with a flash of inspiration, "godfather, you will be on the scene tomorrow, and find someone to spread another message."

"Well, you say."

As night falls, Li Qiao and Song Liao walk out of the police station.

As they stood by the side of the road, Song Liao frowned deeply and said with disapproval, "Zizai, if you let Fei Ju release the news, in case it's really known by Mo Jue..."

"Just to let him know." Li Qiao leaned against the car door with a deep vision. "The exhibition of Daqian's paintings may not attract him."

Song Liao scratched his head, "but we don't have Titian's painting. The Ya Shu garden you mentioned, as long as he has a look, he will know that he has been cheated."

Li Qiao you you smile, "who says not?"

Song Laoliu watched Li Qiao get on the car, his mind was running fast, and finally came to an amazing conclusion.

How could their cubs have the works of Titian, a Renaissance painter?

How awesome!

....

On Wednesday, as promised, the exhibition of Daqian's paintings began.

Early in the morning, Li Qiao did not go to the exhibition hall, but arrived at the Research Institute on time. Unlike in the past, she wore a Bluetooth headset in her ear.

At the other end of the line, it was Fei Zhihong's voice.

"Qiao Qiao, yesterday you came with officer song, and I didn't have much to say."

Li Qiao put the microscope aside and took out her laptop from the drawer. "What does Godfather want to say?"

Fei Zhihong hesitated for a few seconds and said with some difficulty, "I've read the details of Mo Jue. Don't you think it's strange that the theft records are almost all famous paintings."

Li Qiao started the machine, then leaned back in her chair and said with a smile, "do you doubt my second brother?"

Li Yan's obsession with famous paintings is almost well known.

He will never be absent from all the art exhibitions and auction houses of famous paintings.

The name of art tycoon is not groundless.

Fei Zhihong was silent for a moment and truthfully said his guess, "Qiao Qiao, don't blame Godfather for his talkative. I had your second brother's travel record checked last night.

On the day of officer song's arrival in Nanyang last week, your second brother also came back. The police never believe in coincidence when handling cases, so... "

Li Qiao picked up the computer with one hand, got up and went to the independent conference room. After entering the door, she bent her lips and said, "don't worry, godfather, it's not him."

"Are you sure?" Fei Zhihong knows Li Qiao's character of protecting short comings, but he can't use emotion to arrest international recidivists.

Li Qiao put her finger on the computer room table and rubbed the touchpad. "I'm sure he's not mojue."

But not sure

Without waiting for Fei Zhihong to speak, she added, "Li Er has no ability."

Don't feel haunted, can quietly take away the famous paintings, whether it is skill or anti tracking ability, are absolutely top.

Otherwise, song Laoliu won't fight with him for many years and still get nothing.As for her second brother, if you ask him to roll forward, he can break his head and become a thief He is not qualified.

When Fei Zhihong saw Li Qiao's assertiveness, he could only suppress his doubts and exhort her. Then he hung up.

As an Interpol, Song Liao is arrested by the joint police station here. As long as Mo Jue is caught this time, he will be taken away for investigation.

I hope it's not Li Er.

....

Everything was quiet. It was one o'clock in the middle of the night.

In Nanyang City, where it hasn't rained for a long time, it starts to rain at night.

Standing in the night, the National Convention and Exhibition Center is surrounded by only a few lights.

The third floor is the exhibition area of the existing paintings of Daqian.

At this time, a figure in black nightwear squats under the corridor outside the exhibition area.

He was holding a small square instrument in his hand, and his fingers were operating something quickly.

As time went by, he looked up at the monitor, and with a slight flicker of the red light, a smug and contemptuous smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, in a black business car in the parking lot outside the building, Wu Zi, led by Li Qiao, was sitting in the car.

Xia Siyu has a computer on her lap. After staring at the picture for three seconds, she smacks her tongue and says, "this way of monitoring intrusion is so overbearing."

Shen Qingye leaned against the sofa and glanced at the screen. "Has it invaded?"

Xia Siyu raised her head, eyes full of vitality, "not only the invasion, he also added a firewall, want to counter attack his current monitoring lock, at least five minutes."

"Oh, then you attack." Shen Qingye replied lazily. Xia Siyu raised her foot and kicked him in the calf. "Can I? It used to be done by Mr. Yin. "

Border seven son, Yin Laoer is a computer expert.

Hearing this, Shen Qingye's eyes stopped and muttered bitterly: "I don't know where she died. I can't find anyone in the sixth inning."

Li Qiao in the front row pressed the Bluetooth headset beside her ear and looked out of the window slowly. "Give me the computer."

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