The next morning.

Zhuge Ping got up early and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Mr. Kudo." Ms. Yamagishi at the front desk greeted warmly. It was her turn to work the night shift yesterday.

"Good morning, Miss Yamagishi." Zhuge Ping nodded. "You haven't handed over your shift yet."

"Yes, Sato was late for a while today, maybe because he didn't get up in the morning." Yamagishi smiled, "He is not afraid that I will deduct his salary."

Initially, Zhuge Ping thought that Yamagishi was just a principled waiter. Later, as the two gradually became familiar with each other, he learned that Yamagishi was the owner of this hotel. She inherited this depressed hotel from her deceased parents, and in order to

To continue running the business, I have to save as much labor expenses as possible and work as a waiter myself.

"By the way, Mr. Kudo, have you seen it? Big news." Yamagishi said as he picked up a morning newspaper. The headline on the front page read in extremely exaggerated large characters: A big event that has never happened in a thousand years! Shocking bank robbery!

"I haven't read the newspaper yet, what happened?" Zhuge Ping asked seemingly casually.

"The underground vault of Diai Financial Building has been invaded! The other party also left a text message...Here," Shangmei quickly found a certain paragraph on the news and read: "The police found a message at the crime scene.

It says 'A slave can defeat a king - Jacob Frye'."

"Sounds like a foreigner." Zhuge Ping said.

"Yeah, yes, it is said that the message was written in English with very beautiful cursive characters." Yamagishi looked very excited.

"I'm really curious, what kind of person would that be?" Zhuge Ping took the newspaper in Shangishi's hand and read it at a glance.

"I think he must be very handsome, a tall, handsome foreign guy with flaxen hair and melancholy blue eyes."

"Good guy," Zhuge Ping said in surprise: "Could it be that Miss Yamagishi likes this kind of dangerous man?"

"Who doesn't like it?" Yamagishi stared at Zhuge Ping, "Mysteriousness, superhuman abilities, and the courage to complete shocking crimes. Isn't this very attractive? He is simply the modern Robin Hood."

"Miss Yamagishi's mental age is younger than she looks." Zhuge Ping teased: "The case happened last night, so maybe the cordon outside the bank hasn't been removed yet. Anyway, it's not far from here. You can wait for a while.

After your shift is over, you can stop by and watch the excitement."

"Okay, Mr. Kudo, let's go too."

"Why should I go?" Zhuge Ping asked. "I don't like melancholy foreign men."

"Come and watch the excitement with me," Shangan looked up at Zhuge Ping with his big watery eyes, "Anyway, you just sleep in the house during the day and have absolutely nothing to do."

"No, I just have a special job."

"Special?" Yamagishi squinted his eyes, "No wonder you're often not in the room at night. Are you in that kind of profession?"

"What kind?"

"You're the Cowherd," Yamagishi said, "but with your appearance, I'm afraid the market won't be very good."

"In our industry, we don't care about appearance, we mainly rely on nimble fingers." Zhuge Ping said. "And I'm not ugly, right?"

"Although you are quite handsome, popular cowherds have to dress up in a fancy way. Your dress is too plain. I suggest you dye your hair. How about flaxen?"

"It's too exaggerated. Do we need to wear contact lenses to turn into blue eyes?"

"Yeah," Yamagishi nodded, "and blue eyes."

Zhuge Ping looked at the girl in front of him who was wearing a uniform and a mature hairstyle. She was actually only in her early 20s.

"When I finish breakfast, I will accompany you to the scene."

"That's great, thank you Mr. Kudo."

While Zhuge Ping was leisurely enjoying a full English breakfast, Diai Financial was experiencing myocardial infarction from the top to the middle management.

Also suffering from a myocardial infarction was Shinichiro Sano, Director of the Japan Metropolitan Police Department.

Originally woken up from his sleep by a call from his subordinate, the police chief was still very excited to get out of bed. But when he heard that the Diai Financial Building had been invaded, he felt a chill in the back of his head and woke up instantly.

As the top figure in the Tokyo police force, he is well aware of how powerful the Teai Group, or the old guy Hyoudou, is. It is no exaggeration to say that Hyoudou is the "secret prime minister" of this country.

As a result, a few months ago, this shameless Prime Minister died inexplicably.

The police mobilized all their efforts and even cooperated sincerely with the gangs, but they still could not find the suspect who killed him.

The guy named "Kaiji Ito" seems to have completely evaporated from this world. This person and this name can no longer be found.

It is precisely because of Hyoudou's death that the entire Teai Group is now like a repressed Mount Fuji, with all the senior executives who covet the position of president silently accumulating strength.

When he heard that the vault of the Teai Financial Building had been invaded, Sano's first reaction was - the oppressive Mount Fuji might be about to erupt.

"So, we only know now that the intruder is about 1.8 meters tall and male. We don't know anything else. Where are the fingerprints and footprints? Hair, body fluids, movement habits, escape routes. Check it out quickly. Do you want me to teach you?

?"

Sano hurriedly arrived at the scene within half an hour. After asking about the preliminary investigation, he lost his temper at the police officers at the scene.

"Mr. Sano, although it is very important to solve the case now, for the bank, the top priority is to open the door quickly and take out the cash inside." Bank manager Ichiro Inuno kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and pleading to Sano.

: "All our branches in Tokyo are waiting for cash, and cash transport trucks have been parked outside. But... this stone blocks the entrance to the vault. If this continues, all our banks will be closed today. This

It will be a huge blow to the reputation of our Imperial Financial."

Speaking of excitement, Ichiro Inuno pulled Shinichiro Sano's arm and almost untied his sleeve.

Sano freed his arm and said to Inuo: "Please calm down, let's not talk about how difficult it is to handle this stone whose size we cannot currently determine. Even if we can get rid of the stone, your company's reputation will have plummeted long ago.

——From the moment those losers under me didn’t stop the gossip reporters last night, your company was destined to become the laughing stock of all Tokyo, no, all Japan. I estimate that during the day today, housewives and students will

Let the story of Jacob the Phantom Thief spread throughout Japan."

Listening to Shinichiro Sano's truth, Inuye felt as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss. Suddenly, his vision went dark, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Mr. Inuno?" "Quick, call an ambulance."

When Zhuge Ping and Miss Yamagishi arrived outside the bank, they saw a lively scene of police cars, cash transport trucks and ambulances huddled together at the door.

"The cordon is stretched so far, you can't see anything." Yamagishi lamented.

"The vault at the crime scene is underground, and you can't see anything from the outside."

"Ah, what a pity. I thought I could see the treasury door being damaged," Yamagishi said.

"What kind of bad taste are you doing? Besides, it's very difficult to destroy a cast-iron gate. Who would do such a thankless thing?" Zhuge Ping said.

"Eh? If you don't want to destroy it, how do you open it? In the movies, don't they use something that breathes fire to boil it?"

"Acetylene? It might be better to use it to burn steel doors, but this happens to be a cast iron door, and it won't open with acetylene."

"Mr. Kudo knows so much!" Yamagishi expressed admiration.

"Isn't this common sense? I think your curiosity is far beyond ordinary people."

"I am very interested in this kind of thing. Before inheriting the hotel, the career I most desired was a detective. The second career I desired was a fashion designer."

"Then what?"

"Then my parents passed away and I inherited the hotel." Yamagishi said.

"Sorry."

"It doesn't matter. In fact, thanks to them, I am still living a good life. They have been teaching me how to run a hotel since I was a child. And when I grew up, I also realized that I did not have the talent to be a detective or a fashion designer.

."

Zhuge Ping and Yamagishi stood in front of the bank gate and watched the excitement for a while.

A Mediterranean man was placed on a stretcher and carried into an ambulance.

Several police officers escorted a powerful-looking police officer out. The police officer even scolded several police officers before getting in the car and leaving.

After watching for a while, Zhuge Ping suddenly said to Shangishi, "Have you ever saved money in Diai Financial?"

"No."

"Great." Zhuge Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Kudo." Yamagishi touched Zhuge Ping's elbow.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!