"Um..."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"No need, it's better to leave those two treasures to the secret library and study them slowly."

On the train, Jiang Xueming received another call from Oscar. Brother Lang talked about the works of Salvador Dali. In addition to the music box that makes people dance crazily, there is also a mask that makes people laugh wildly, and a pair of masks that make people squirm.

Itchy silicone fingers.

These three psychic devices are the masterpieces of the craftsman Wang Dali to deal with the mountain monsters. Xueming believes that they should be left in Saladin or the secret library to open up new paths for the hunting group.

It was still a few hours' drive before his death partner's agency, and he had nothing to do. He flipped through a few newspapers from the magazine counter on the train to read the latest news.

"What exactly is the plague in District 33? Is the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult back again?"

Such large red characters are very conspicuous on the header of the newspaper, but BOSS has already given a partial explanation, so this is not an important matter.

"The Luna Cup preliminaries came out on top, and the 32-man youth team of Barocli City showed courage!"

These are the elites selected by the war team. The city of Barocli is also the capital closest to the Zula venue of the Luna Cup finals. The children who grow up here are good at fighting and are deeply influenced by the knight's fighting skills.

There is nothing interesting about the headlines, just take a look at the Tofu Chuan (articles with small advertising space) column.

In addition to introductions to several novels, missing person revelations and advertisements, there was also news about Mr. Victor’s new book. While Jiang Xueming was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, a young man with a suspicious appearance suddenly came towards him from the link of the car in front.

Walk all the way to this end.

This young man has auburn hair, wears a thick felt hat, and is dressed in white pet hair.

Why is it said to be suspicious?

This man was carrying two boxes in his hands, and his clothes did not look like his own; they were two sizes too big. He was walking very fast and hastily, as if he was evading pursuit.

When the boy passed Xueming, Xueming raised his legs to block him. This blocking behavior obviously angered the young man.

"Get out of the way, Father!"

Jiang Xueming became alert when he heard the young man's voice - it was a girl.

As she got closer, Xueming could clearly see the girl's appearance. She was a Celtic with rough skin, thick lips, a pair of green eyes, some acne on her forehead, and her cheeks were red from the intense running.

.Being blocked by Xueming's powerful thighs under the divine robe, the girl couldn't directly hit him, let alone cross the road between the two buildings.

"Whose is the box in your hand?" Jiang Xueming asked unhurriedly, with no intention of letting him go.

The train was still running at high speed, and he didn't understand why the girl wanted to run away, but judging from the various abnormal behaviors - this little girl should be a newsboy stealing things on the train.

"I want you to take care of it?!" The girl didn't have much complicated thoughts. When the priest exposed her theft, she immediately confessed and said, "Get out of the way!"

Xueming's legs were still in the middle of the road, and the little girl was holding heavy objects in her hands. She couldn't get through this level no matter what.

Seeing that the priest didn't reply, she became more and more anxious. The steward's shout came from behind, so she decisively kicked up her foot. She wanted to kick Xueming's leg away, but with this kick, she felt that her toe was pulled.

The network is broken to the bone!

"Holy shit! What the hell! How dare you, stupid bastard, ruin my good deeds?!"

The red-haired girl had no intention of lingering, so she kicked herself awake and stepped on a nail. She no longer held back, threw the two boxes away, and immediately ran away from the side window.

Xueming was not in a hurry to arrest anyone. He could not feel psychic energy in this little girl for the time being, and there was no pheromones from the blood donation unit. He watched helplessly as this nimble thief climbed through the window and climbed onto the roof of the car.

He opened the suitcase and saw that the two boxes were filled with cash, including more than two million pyroxene currency.

"What is the money used for?"

Xueming did not think about who the owner of the money was, but instead began to be confused about the usage scenarios of the money - the payment method of HC card is very convenient, and the popularity of Chaos Seed in the underground world has been implemented in every unknown village and town, as long as there is a bank

In places where a bank card is enough for large-amount transactions, what kind of transaction requires so much cash?

"Guest! Guest!"

The conductor arrived late, and when he rushed to the priest, the employee from the railway operations department immediately took off his hat and apologized.

"Sorry, the money belongs to another passenger. Did you drive that little thief away?"

Jiang Xueming: "I saw something was wrong with her, so I blocked her way, and she dropped the box and ran away."

The flight attendant responded with a smile: "Hey! Thanks to your help, this..."

At this point, the flight attendant looked down and saw that the cash box had been opened, and felt a little embarrassed.

"This is not your thing, why did you open it for others?"

Jiang Xueming asked back: "You saw a weird guy throwing two boxes at you, why didn't you open it and see what it was?"

Only then did the flight attendant react: "Oh...oh oh oh! Oh! It's okay. There are security checks at the station, and explosives can't get on the train."

"Then how can you let a little thief sneak into the car?" Jiang Xueming waved and pointed to the weapon box on the luggage rack: "Brother, watch my stuff, I'll go find her."

The flight attendant said nervously: "Isn't it appropriate?"

Xueming handed the passenger certificate and identity card to the other party, without answering, and immediately got out of the window and onto the roof of the car.

"Be careful!" the flight attendant shouted from the window.

Xueming took off his coat and threw it back, and saw that the little thief had already run away from the back of the car.

He caught up with him in a hurry, running forward in the strong wind and shouting.

"Why are you running! Don't want your life?!"

The little thief responded: "Why are you chasing me! Do I know you?! Fuck you!"

Jiang Xueming: "Stop!"

Little thief: "I won't!"

Jiang Xueming: "I am not Qingjin, nor am I a militiaman from the Metropolitan Police Department. I am just curious, where did you get so much money? Who do you work for?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Little Thief: "Why should I tell you!?"

Jiang Xueming: "Maybe I can help you?"

Thief: "Hahaha! Help me? Who do you think you are? Are you a gunsmith?!"

The two-hundred-meter carriage reached the end. In this dangerous and chaotic environment, Xueming did not dare to let go and run at full speed. He was surprised by the little thief's ability to climb and run. The newsboy's skills were extraordinary -

—It’s like he has developed this ability to escape after running on the roof of a car for many years.

When he reached the small platform at the rear of the train, he suddenly lost track of it. When he got back into the train, he saw the last empty carriage.

The person is missing? Disappeared?

Xueming didn't hesitate. He immediately came to the side of the flight attendant's lounge, opened the door to the toilet, and then got into the air duct. Following the smell, he chased it all the way, and when he went inside through the narrow air duct, he saw that the little thief had just

Climbing through the complicated electrical pipes, he half-crouched on the wooden board of the traceless sound system, looking at the haunting priest behind him with horrified eyes.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Her voice became softer and she didn't dare to speak loudly——

——You can’t even find the flight attendants in this place, and the militiamen can’t get in. Why can this priest come with you?

Xueming climbed up to the girl little by little, and together they squatted on the speaker of the twentieth car.

He stared into the girl's eyes, feeling fear, confusion and helplessness.

"Tell me, what happened to those two boxes of money? Someone asked you to help with something? Who asked you to steal it? And whose money did you steal?"

At this moment, the girl did not dare to speak. She suddenly covered her mouth and held her breath to avoid being traced.

Angry shouts and curses came from the carriage——

"——Can't you handle this? Who is looking after the money?!"

"Didn't you catch him? You actually let that bitch run away?!"

"I tell you! If it had been ten years ago! She should have been sold into a brothel! The militiamen in the Traffic Department are tax thieves! Did they ever do anything useful?"

"Fuck! Fuck your mother! Do you hear me? I'll fuck your mother!"

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...

Continuous yelling and apologies from the flight attendants came and went, and Jiang Xueming couldn't understand what was going on.

Until the voice of the words became smaller and smaller, and became farther and farther away, the newsboy finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped beside the wooden board.

Jiang Xueming took out the cigarette case from his pocket and gave the girl a cigarette——

"——What do you call it?"

The little girl took it easily, rummaged through her woolen clothes, but couldn't find the lighter, so she casually responded: "Daphne."

Jiang Xueming then took out the lighter and threw it away.

Daphne asked: "You won't catch me and you won't let me go. What do you want to do? Do you like me?"

Jiang Xueming: "I just want to know what's going on."

Daphne: "What a weirdo!~ You can't control it!~"

Jiang Xueming looked innocent: "You won't tell me, how can I care?"
To be continued...