Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 330 The Thief, the Secret in the Photo

Boss Dong dragged me behind his desk.

The desk is a fully covered type, with three sides tightly covered with wood.

It is about two meters long, with a half-meter wide drawer area on the left, leaving nearly one and a half meters of leg space.

Boss Dong slipped into the leg space under the table.

He huddled inside and waved at me.

He was silently lip-syncing to me, telling me to hide inside quickly.

I glanced across the table, grabbed the pen on the table and held it in my hand, then squatted behind the table.

But I didn't hide under the table like Boss Dong.

Instead, he squatted on the edge of the table, stuck his head out and stared at the door.

The door handle turned slowly, bit by bit.

This is indeed wrong.

When a normal person opens a door, they will turn the door handle immediately.

It would never be twisted so slowly.

The purpose of slowly turning the door handle is to reduce the sound of opening the door!

Don't let anyone in the house notice!

It's obvious that the people outside have bad intentions!

The door handle was turned all the way in, and then the door was pushed open to a gap the width of a finger.

People outside are very cautious.

He didn't rush in, but looked inside through the crack in the door.

When the eye through the crack in the door looked towards the table, I shrank back behind the table and unscrewed the pen cap.

The pen cap is unscrewed, revealing the golden pen tip.

It is a gold pen of great value.

I didn't even bother to consider the value of this gold pen.

Now it's the only weapon I have!

Yes, pens can be used as weapons.

If you puncture the carotid artery with the tip of a pen, it can kill you in minutes.

But that requires a lot of skill.

I just use the pen as a self-defense weapon to give myself courage.

Holding the pen tightly, I was about to observe the situation at the door again, but Boss Dong grabbed my arm tightly.

He grabbed my arm with his right hand and pulled me under the table.

He waved his left hand vigorously in front of him, signaling me not to look around or make any noise.

When I tried to break free, I heard light footsteps.

Someone outside is coming in!

He opened the door without making any sound!

The sound of the footsteps coming in was so soft that it was almost inaudible!

I even wondered if he took off his shoes when he came in!

In a quiet space, even if you walk lightly with shoes on, the soles of your shoes will make a sound when they touch the ground.

But the feet are different.

Because there is flesh on the soles of the feet, the sound of the flesh touching the ground is almost inaudible to the ears.

Well, except for sweaty feet...

I pricked up my ears and listened for footsteps.

He walked very slowly, approaching the desk little by little!

It seems his target is the desk!

Are we exposed?!

tread!

The footsteps that were originally so soft that they were almost silent suddenly became heavy.

The heavy footsteps startled me so much that the hairs on my body stood on end and every muscle tensed up.

Boss Dong even covered his mouth tightly with his hands.

I was afraid that any sound would come out of my mouth.

After the heavy footsteps, the office returned to silence.

What's happening here?

Why did he deliberately make heavy footsteps?

I was extremely curious and wanted to see what was going on.

So I slowly tilted my neck back.

The head slowly popped out from under the table.

The sight moves accordingly.

The table blocked my view and I didn't see the person coming in.

So I supported myself on the ground with my hands and slowly moved my body outwards.

He moved half of his body out from under the table.

Finally saw that guy!

to be exact.

What I saw was a back.

He was facing the bookcase with his back to me, picking up a photo frame from it.

It’s the photo frame I wanted to pick up and take a closer look at just now.

He stared at the frame carefully.

I was looking him up and down.

He is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, the kind that you can't find in a crowd.

However, there are also obvious characteristics.

That is the tattoo behind my left ear.

The tattoo looks like a sparrow, but I don't know what its specific meaning is.

In addition, his right trouser pocket was bulging, forming a shape similar to a pistol.

Click.

The photo frame snaps open.

He pulled out the photo and put it in his pocket.

Then he took out a photo and put it back into the frame.

Is he changing the photo?

The original photo was just of Professor Zhang's family of four.

There's nothing special about it.

Why did this guy steal this photo?

Is there some secret in the photo?

While I was wondering, he had already put the photo frame back in its place.

Seeing him put the photo frame away and turn around, I quickly shrank back under the table.

If this guy didn't have a gun, I could try to catch him by surprise and then ask him what the secret of the photo is.

But he was carrying a gun, and it was too risky to act rashly.

Soon the sound of a door closing was heard.

he's gone.

Boss Dong and I looked at each other.

No one was in a hurry to go out.

After waiting for about ten breaths, I finally crawled out from under the table.

"Have they left?" Boss Dong asked in a low voice.

"gone."

"Oh, my old waist, it's almost broken inside."

"Did you see who it was?"

"Isn't it possible that the person who came in was a thief? But there's nothing to steal in the office."

Boss Dong came out mumbling.

He sat down on the chair and rubbed his lower back with both hands.

"You're right, I'm here to steal."

I said as I picked up the picture frame.

The frame still contains the black and white photo I saw before.

Even the degree of yellowing around the edges is consistent.

This means that this photo is not a newly developed one, but an old one!

This is even more strange!

How did the thief get the same photo?

Unless, someone has the same photo and instructs the thief to replace the photo.

This makes me even more curious. What secret was originally in that photo?

Then think of Professor Zhang’s wife who suddenly appeared earlier.

Professor Zhang and Zhang Nan were taken away and are nowhere to be found.

The Zhang family seems to be hiding a huge secret...

Boss Dong came over.

He glanced at the photo and said, "A group photo of the Zhang family."

"How come you can't take your eyes off?"

"By the way, look at Zhang Hao's father in the photo. Is that the Professor Zhang you know?"

I nodded and said, "Yes."

"Wow, it really is?!"

"This world is really not too small. You can understand everything."

"You can get closer to Zhang Hao later."

"He misses his father and sister very much."

While Boss Dong was nagging, I opened the snaps on the photo frame.

Take out the photos inside.

"Hey Hey hey."

"Just take a look at it, why take it out?"

"This photo is Zhang Hao's treasure. If he finds out we touched it, he'll definitely be furious!"

I turned the photo over and looked at it.

The back is a very natural light yellow, the color of time.

"Brother Dong, you said this photo is Zhang Hao's treasure?" I asked.

The significance of family portraits goes without saying.

For people who value family ties, it is normal to treasure them.

But I don’t think it’s that simple.

"It's his treasure, no one is allowed to touch it."

"Last time someone accidentally bumped into him, and he was as fierce as a tiger whose tail was stepped on."

"Put the photo back quickly before he finds it!"

I just put the photo in the frame.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Saito Akihiro pushed the door open with a smile.

He held up the three pages he had just given him and said, "I'm glad I've fulfilled my mission..."

When he saw the photo frame in my hand, his smile immediately turned into anger.

"Who told you to move the photo frame!!!"

I threw the photo frame at Saito Akihiro.

He hurriedly caught the photo frame, his expression becoming even uglier: "Get out of here!!!"

Boss Dong smiled bitterly and tried to smooth things over.

But I spoke first: "You are afraid of the secret in the photo..."