Chapter 557

Song Liao mu with a face, pinching the brim down pressure, "should be."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows

She had another intuition, but the police station was obviously not a good place to talk.

Li Qiao greets Xiao Wang, and then leaves the police station with song Laoliu, a "tiger in the sun".

……

Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao and Song Liao sit in the yuelou apartment of Jiangjing mansion.

This is Li Shaoquan's residence. Since he was sent back to ER Bo's home by Li Qiao, this apartment has been vacant.

The living room spread the smell of a little dust, Li Qiao opened the window, looked back and asked: "all your documents are in your wallet?"

Song Liao took off his hat and showed a short cut. With his national face, he looked more and more naive. "No, the wallet and the ID card clip were put together, and he went along with them."

Li Qiao walked up to him with her slender right leg on the tea table and bent her arms to support her knees. She looked down at Song Liao and said, "I haven't seen you for several years. You've stepped back."

Song Liao subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he thought of his own experience, he pursed his mouth and did not speak.

God damn shame.

Li Qiao saw his face full of stuffy appearance, can't help laughing, she raised her chin, "come, tell me, don't feel what is the situation."

She rarely pays attention to the whereabouts of international recidivists, and has never even heard of Mo Jue's name.

But it's true that there are two brushes to get things from Song Laoliu.

Song Liao raised his eyes and looked at Li Qiao. Without thinking, he said, "I haven't seen Mo Jue."

Seeing that she squinted suspiciously, song Laoliu continued to add, "to be exact, no one has seen Mo Jue. Interpol defines him as a recidivist, but Every time he steals something, he sends it back. "

Is there something wrong with this man?

Xu saw Li Qiao's idea, Song Liao gave an objective evaluation, "even so, his theft behavior is also true."

"What did he steal?"

Song Liao opened his fingers and counted them one by one. "There are only seven pieces of jewelry, and the rest are all famous paintings."

Li Qiao

Next, Song Liao tells the whole story about Mo Jue.

Mo Jue, a recidivist in the eyes of Interpol, is also a living Bodhisattva in the eyes of collectors.

Although he steals, he has a principle. Every time he steals something, he will send it back intact for as long as one month or as short as three days.

As for the jewelry, he seems not very interested. Every time he takes it away, he will send it back within three days.

once left a note, which make complaints about the world's drill.

And the more that happens, the more Interpol hates him.

When stealing, it's quiet. When returning, it's also unnoticed. It's full of fun.

No matter where it is, even if it is the highest standard Museum in the world, he can come and go freely.

It's just that people can't do anything, including the surveillance screen can't find his trace.

Later, after years of tracking, Interpol found a rule.

As long as it's a painting Mo Jue stole, within three months, there will be quite realistic imitations on the market.

From the perspective of painting techniques and mounting technology, there is almost no difference between the two.

Therefore, those imitations will also be treasured by collectors.

After all, Mo Jue only steals the most precious solitude. Even if modern painters want to imitate, they can't reach the level of simulation.

Song Liao even doubted whether Mo Jue had copied the painting by means of science and technology.

With these words, song Laoliu rubbed his face with his hands. "This is a headache for major museums and some collectors. Even if he knows that he will return things, he has disturbed the public order and made a mess of the art market."

At this time, Li Qiao didn't speak for a long time. She put down her legs and stood up straight. She walked back and forth for a few steps. She seemed to What important details have been overlooked.

What is it?

Li Qiao felt her chin, and her eyes swept to the stairs of the jump floor. After a little thought, she lifted her feet and walked over, "follow me."

Song Liao didn't know why, so he followed her to the second floor.

In front of the door of a study, he stood and looked at it. He said with a sonorous voice, "son, can I help you clean up the room?"

It's too dirty.

The ashtrays on the desk were full, there were scattered ashes everywhere, and there were two left on the sofa Well, men's boxers.

Li Qiao glanced at him, went to the computer, sat down and turned it on, "you live here in Nanyang first, I'll ask the cleaner to clean it."

Song Liao is not a talkative character, and took a look at the men's boxer underwear, nodded with a straight face, "Oh, good."

Li Qiao sat in front of the computer and logged into the system. After a while, she intruded into the surveillance at the exit of the airport. "Were you at gate 6 of the airport?"

"Yes, there's a flower bed next to it. There's a smoking area eight meters away."Li Qiao adjusted the monitoring time back to two hours ago and hooked her finger at Song Liao. Three minutes later, Song Liao's figure entered the monitoring area.

"Is mo Jue a man or a woman?" Li Qiao looked at the computer for a moment and asked casually.

Then, she heard tie Hanhan song Laoliu's unconventional reply, "I don't know."

Li Qiao gives him a cold look without expression. Song Liao solemnly repeats, "I really don't know, and no one knows."

Mo Jue, a habitual thief of famous paintings I little interesting.

Soon after, song Laoliu in the monitoring room took out his mobile phone and began to make a phone call. At this moment, a group of tour groups passed by behind him. There were many people and shadows. Even Li Qiao didn't find anything unusual.

If it is really Mo jueshun who left song Laoliu's things, it can really be called "God knows nothing, ghost knows nothing".

For a long time, Li Qiao glanced at Song Liao, "you come to China this time to cooperate with Longhuai police to trace the theft of Su embroidery Thangka?"

Song Laoliu pursed his lips, "Suxiu Tangka was sent back in the middle of the night yesterday."

"Sent back?" Li Qiao was also surprised.

Is mo Jue sick?

It's not only sick, it's very irritating.

It is estimated that the police are still closely deployed to trace his whereabouts. As a result, the stolen goods are returned to their original owners, which means that all the arrangements are useless.

Song Liaoshen face, sighed, "not only sent back, there is a note."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and waited for his reply.

Song Laoliu uses the tip of his tongue to push the top cheek and says the content of the note: what's that.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and could not help laughing.

Mo Jue, it's really a different kind.

After a while, Li Qiao's mind suddenly came up with an incredible idea.

She looked at Song Liao and looked him up and down. "You haven't seen Mo Jue, so why did he steal your wallet?"

Song Liao's brain seems to be starting to work again. After several thoughts, he comes to the conclusion, "Zai Zai, do you suspect that he knows my identity?"

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