Although he has been on the right path for so many years, Scott's skills as a young man have not been left behind.
After all, stealing was one of the means he used to make a living in the hell kitchen. It was like riding a bicycle. Once he learned it, it became a memory of his body, and it was hard to forget it.
The interior of the mansion is as gorgeous as expected. All kinds of valuable things can be seen everywhere, including antique silver tableware, beautiful foreign vases, incomprehensible paintings, etc.
But he was still calm. Once he made up his mind to do it, his legs did not tremble and his hands did not shake. He just wanted to get money back to cure his daughter.
He knew the iron rule of burglary. In the absence of companions, the most important point was to realize his own load limit and vehicle volume.
Can't see the big LCD TV move, but also with a double door refrigerator or something, that's not realistic.
The adult male can basically maintain normal movement speed when loading 25kg, and the running and jumping are not greatly affected. The four door family car, including the rear seats, copilot and trunk, has a volume of about three to four cubic meters, and the space is very fragmented.
In addition to the special situation today, he has to avoid the alien insects that may attack at any time, so he has a lot of time to select the things to take away, so as to ensure that the value is as high as possible while it is convenient to carry.
If there's one problem with Scott, it's that he likes to talk to himself.
Growing up in a bad environment, life pressure mountain, and had been in prison, he did not become a serial killer, but a little bit of schizophrenia is good.
The solid wood floor is a little slippery when stepping on it. It is because the dust has not been cleaned for a long time. The floor creaks when the soles step on. It feels like entering a slightly clean ghost house.
"Generally speaking, rich people have two safes in their homes." Scott was still calm. He said to himself, turning on the flashlight function of his mobile phone and tucking it into his chest pocket: "one is on the surface, and there are some unimportant things in it. The other will hide, and there will be treasures in it
The most ideal wealth is jewelry or bearer bonds, the former has a higher ceiling, the latter is easy to sell, each has its own advantages. Oil paintings and other works of art need to be taken by those who are knowledgeable. Ordinary thieves do not have knowledge reserves and will not touch those things.
Scott, with the lights on, came to the center of the house, but he stopped as he was about to step into the corridor.
It turned out that because of the dust in the air, he inadvertently detected the faint laser ray ahead, which seems to be an alarm device.
"Well, the w90 laser fire alarm is an old model." He squatted down, carefully checked the location of the transmitter, and then removed it with an electrical tool.
Don't ask why. It's occupational disease. Electrical engineers can't help seeing this kind of thing.
With the alarm removed, he clapped his hands with satisfaction, as if he were very proud of his craft, and then ran away like a mouse against the wall and got into the study.
In the study, there is a big desk, there are several cabinets of books, around the furniture put a photo, is a pair of sweet looks.
It's just that in terms of clothes and hairstyles, it was at least 20 years ago.
"So love will disappear, right?"
Scott with a crooked mouth picked up the picture and shook his head. His ex-wife dumped him. Now he is in a state of "not believing in love". Seeing such a sweet picture, he can't help but comment on the whole thing.
What's more, the empty house made him firmly believe in his idea. The man in this picture was so sweet, but now his home is ruined.
However, that is to say, although the windows of this house are very few, he still vaguely hears some screams from the outside world. I'm afraid that someone has been attacked by aliens and some misfortune has happened.
The sound was so terrible that it was so painful that Scott could not help but lighten his steps and squat lower.
In the dark, he was silent, until only his own breath was left in his ear, and then he continued to act. In the light column emitted by the mobile phone, many tiny particles flew back and forth, flying up and down with the airflow of breath.
"Are you gone? I have to be careful. I can't be eaten by aliens. I have to treat Kathy...
he starts to move, starts to search in his study, and finds a hidden safe behind an oil painting.
Taking off the painting gently, he looked at the safe in a daze, because the big guy inlaid in the wall was completely different from what he had imagined, because there was no turntable or grip on the front, but a handle of an honest game machine.
It's one of the earliest game console handles. There's a joystick on a small square box, next to which is a red button as the selection key.
Inexplicably, he shook the plastic stick, and a screen on the safe lit up.
"This... Is a Sudoku. Who is so bored to design this kind of safe? Isn't it troublesome to open it every time? " Scott glanced at the photo behind him. The man in it was a man of science and technology. He sighed in silence: "no wonder you are in such a situation. I understand why your wife ran away."He has acquiesced that the hostess of the house is divorced.
But anyway, Scott took the game controller, adjusted the numbers in the squares, and began to solve the problem.
This kind of electronic safe can be opened by an external card reader, but the answer seems to be simpler.
Within five minutes, he filled in the last blank. As soon as the whole monitor turned on, the word "Congratulations" appeared, with the pattern of fireworks rising.
Unconsciously, some smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth.
Every time he saw his ex-wife, he was said to be rubbish, rubbish and incompetent. He had not heard or seen others praise him for a long time. This time, he didn't expect to open a safe and have such unexpected joy.
"Thank you, though I guess you won't congratulate me if you know I'm here to steal." He spoke to the dark safe like a mental illness. Then he rubbed his hands and went to open it slowly: "but I have to get some money to cure Kathy..."
there is no money, there is no treasure in the safe, there is only a piece of paper.
Misty Scott opened the note and read it out with his mobile phone:
"in fact, there is another safe in the bedroom. Ha ha, can the treasure be there? Thief, you are good, but the next safe is very difficult. You can't open it. "
The note was not signed, and there were some red ants in the lower right corner.
I don't know why, his hand shaking with the note. The man called the thief felt that the ants' posture was provocative and cheap.
"You say I can't open it? I have to open the bedroom for you, right? You wait. "
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