Release that Man

After Su Zheng bounced back, Howard, who received Ye Shuang's provocative eyes, had to sigh, and lazily pulled his fat body from the stool, and took the fate to complete the next step-this little beauty Evoking others is really polite.

But honestly, he actually wanted to know if the painting was actually in Serif's backpack.

"Hey guy!"

Howard didn't use too many tricks, probably because Su Zheng's single-handed approach just inspired him, so now the foreigner also uses the trick of opening the door.

He wasn't sure where Serif and the collector were talking. Maybe the two were still talking about sex, or maybe the two had already talked about each other and were about to break up. For unnecessary trouble ... For example, he has just designed a perfect game and intends to force the backpack to be opened. As a result, the person has already left before the other person ... Considering this, Howard simply walked over. , A familiar figure, sat next to the young flax hair color youth.

Serif looked at the uninvited guest unexpectedly, and after looking at the same doubtful collector, he politely and hesitantly said, "Sorry, who are you?"

"Is someone you don't know? Cyrel." The collector looked at the two strangely.

"Oh, are you friends?" Howard intercepted Serif's denial that he was about to speak, and then naturally said: "Of course, Serif and I know each other. Hmm ... are you right, Mr. Gentleman?" Speaking of the latter sentence, Howard questioned Serif in a pointed manner.

Hearing the familiar nickname, Serif had a calm and calm look, and then he hung a distant smile: "I think you should have something to tell me? Why don't we go talk to the other side? Let's talk. "

"No need ... oh, don't you mind?" Howard politely picked up the small cookies on the table and sipped before signaling to Serif.

Serif silently glanced at Howard and shook his head.

Howard's satisfied couple ate the biscuit and squeezed another piece. "I seem to have something with you. Serif. Can you show me your bag if you don't mind?"

This sentence made the collector a bit scratchy, but after thinking back quickly, the young man with linen hair color determined that he should be a man who has not stolen this look in the street recently, plus his energy during this time It's used on the collector's puppet, naturally it is even more impossible to commit a crime ... In any case, Serif believes that the other party cannot find what he wants in his backpack.

With this in mind, Serif also smiled: "Of course, I have no problem." Even fb, it is impossible to plant stolen money under his eyelids.

Serif turned calmly in the eyes of the other two and took off his backpack. The moment she opened it, she became stunned and noticed an oil painting in her bag that should not have existed.

Serif: "..." When did such a picture fit in his backpack?

Howard noticed the other man's froze movement, glanced over and whistleed, "Wow-" The little girl did have some skills.

Collectors still don't understand what is happening: "Cyril, what's wrong?"

Howard looked at Serif, who was obviously shocked by the turning of the gods, and sympathized with this notorious robber for a second, then gloated: "Mr Serif, don't you let us appreciate this painting?"

"..." Serif was still down.

As a well-known thief, Serif has been arrogant under the eyes of fb. This shows how intelligent his mind is.

But even as Ye Shuang said, people like him are better at layout and planning theft. It is impossible for them to have no operation skills at all. This can be known from Su Zhen ’s mobile phone that he could steal. Already.

In addition to using various strategic layouts and high-tech. Serif's own dexterity in his hands was also quite high. It's hard to say, but thieves and petty touches have never worked on him ... because of this, when a sudden appearance of an item in his backpack should not be his own, Serif will be like this Shocked.

Needless to say, the difficulty of stealing and stuffing things. The former is certainly much higher than the latter. However, if such a large item is stuffed in, or if his backpack has not been left, then this level of technology is far better than what Serif is currently aware of.

How did the other party do it?

Howard admired Serif's expression now. Waiting for the other side to taste the shock, Howard spoke again: "Mr. Serif?"

"Huh? Oh." Serif was called back, and quickly judged the current situation in his head.

Judging from the paper texture of the oil painting, this is not a thing of old age. The paint is a bit dull and looks like a sketch. Turpentine is used for portability and quick-drying. The size is also a bit small, and it should not be used for exhibits or the like ... So in summary, this is basically a work with no market value at all.

After reaching this conclusion, Serif's initial helpless surprise also disappeared.

Although it is impossible to explain (.2.) The origin of this oil painting, as long as it has no certain value, it can only be regarded as a harmless accident ...

What Serif hasn't thought of yet is that in some people's eyes, the value of paintings does not have to be proved by money and seniority.

Serif, who was re-sedated, calmly took out the oil painting, naturally as if nothing had happened, and handed it to Howard: "What do you want to find? Oh, actually I was a bit surprised, it looks like Whose sketches are in my bag? "

Subtext: Don't you, a fat man, just want to take a place to spread the goods and plant the stolen goods.

Howard took the oil painting and did not put it away. Earlier, after witnessing the whole process of Ye Shuang ’s signature—erasure—and resigning, he already understood what the other party wanted to do.

Pushing the empty heart on the table by hand, Howard put the painting on the table without minding, and the contents of the entire screen were displayed in a clear view in the eyes of the three of them.

Collector's eyes light up: good painting! This technique! This layout! The picture structure ...

Serif's eyes lit up too: great! Sure enough, it's worthless sketching!

"Oh? Mr. Serif doesn't know why this painting is in your bag?" Howard laughed awkwardly, and his short fingers were accidentally knocking on the signature. The smooth and beautiful oblique signature was clearly reflected. On it: "That's weird, isn't 'yrl' your nickname?"

The collector immediately noticed this, wiped his glasses and rushed over: "This signature?"

Serif looks better than a collector. I also looked at the signature office quickly, and suddenly felt a little intrigued.

He just said that he didn't know the origin of this painting ...

For various reasons, Serif quickly turned his head, and before he could think of a reasonable explanation (.2.), The collector had noticed the faint traces of graphite residue under the signature.

Capturing the signature, the collector thoughtfully: "This square font ... is it Japanese?"

Nima! !!

Ye Shuang, who just walked over, was lying in a trough.

"Sorry, but that's Chinese." Ye Shuangkuan sat down and smiled at the others who had just noticed himself.

Su Zheng hummed, raised her chin provocatively to Serif: "I'm dumbfounded!"

"... I don't understand Chinese." Ye Shuang reminded softly.

After saying a cough, Ye Shuang smiled at the collector and changed back to the English that everyone understands: "It's just a painting. I don't mind it very much. But this is the French scenery I promised to give to my friends Culture also doesn't approve of women's private works flowing into the hands of outsiders ... I'm sorry, if Mr. Serif doesn't mind, I want to get my painting back? "

Almost immediately after seeing Su Zheng, Serif realized the origin of today's play.

Speaking seriously, foreigners' resolution of the appearance of the Orientals is actually not high. However, there was only one Oriental who had been stolen by Serif in France recently, and Su Zheng's personality was also very obvious. So when he saw the familiar cock-like pride, Serif instantly recognized the other's identity.

It's also blame for his low-handedness, that day just need a mobile phone that is not his own to make a private call. Because you don't want to be tracked down for information, of course, it is most convenient to steal one from the street.

At that time, the little girl was so arrogant on the street, talking on the phone full of gas. Serefer didn't think too much because the other party had too much sense of existence. After the other party finished talking on the phone, they touched it as they passed.

Unexpectedly, Yin Yuan was born like this. At that time, the mobile phone Serif was completely unusable. The screen security key of the other party was not a popular version that was unlocked on the market. It takes a series of instructions.

After having spent a lot of white labor, I had to steal again and I wouldn't say it. Serif never imagined that there would be follow-up. A few days after the incident ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the other party can still find himself again, and do not know how to retaliate back ...

He looked at Su Zheng with a smirk and a smile, Serif narrowed his lips, "I think it should be you looking for me?"

After Ye Shuang was ignored, he was also very interested. I didn't expect this kid's brain to turn quite fast, so time has already reflected the cause and effect.

Su Zheng couldn't understand and dragged Ye Shuang's sleeve: "Sister Frost, does this kid say bad things about me?"

p: There are two b.

The first is the drying speed of oil painting. I was reminded by a relative that it usually takes about a week for the oil painting to dry completely. To make up for this, let Sister Frost use turpentine ... if turpentine is not fast enough, everyone assumes that she also uses quick-drying glue ...

The second is Serif's name, Serif is the full name, and the short name is Cyrillic. Cyrel was written in many places in the previous chapter.

There is also the problem of jet lag ... The language habit is to say late, because it is assumed that Sister Frost is in the afternoon and Ak time is already in the evening. Don't tell me about this. I thought I was irrigated after I wrote it