Outright Favoritism

Is Chapter 557 sick?

Song Liaomu made a face, pinched the brim of his hat and pressed it down, "It should be."

Li Qiao raised her brows, "Should?"

She instinctively had other secrets, but the police station was obviously not a good place to talk.

Li Qiao and Xiao Wang greeted them, and then left the police station with Song Laoliu who was "Tiger Falling in Pingyang".

...

Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao took Song Liao and sat in the split-level apartment in the Jiangjing Palace.

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

The living room smelled of dust spreading, Li Qiao opened the window, looked back and asked, "Also all your documents are in your wallet?"

Song Liao took off his hat, revealing a flat head, matching his face with Chinese characters, the more he looked at him, "No, the wallet and the ID holder were put together, and he walked along."

Li Qiao raised his foot and walked in front of him, stepping on the coffee table with her slender right leg, her arms bent on her knees, and leaning over to look at Song Liao.

Song Liao subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he thought of what happened to him, he pouted and stopped talking.

God **** shame.

Li Qiao couldn't help but smile when he saw his sullen face. She raised her chin, "Come on, tell me, what's the matter with Mojue."

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

But it is true that there are two brushes to be able to walk things from Song Laoliu.

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

Seeing her squinting suspiciously, Song Laoliu continued to add, "To be exact, no one has seen Mo Jue. Although the Interpol defines him as a habitual thief,...every time he finishes stealing, he will send it away. go back."

Is there something wrong with this person?

Xu Ye saw Li Qiao's thoughts, and Song Liao objectively commented, "Even so, his theft is indeed established."

"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 told the whole story about Mo Jue.

Mo Jue, a repeat offender 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 finishes stealing things, the longest one month, the shortest three days, they will be sent back intact.

As for the jewellery, he seemed not interested, every time he took it away, he would certainly send it back within three days.

Once he left a note saying that the cutting process of world-class rhinestones was so bad.

And the more so, the more the Interpol team hates him.

When stealing, there was no sound, and no one noticed when returning, which made people go around.

He can come and go freely no matter where it is, even if it is the highest standard museum in the world.

It just means that there is nothing to do, including the monitoring screen can not find his traces.

Later, after tracking in recent years, the Interpol team discovered a pattern.

As long as it is a painting that Mo Jue has stolen, within three months, quite realistic imitations will appear on the market.

In terms of painting technique and mounting technique, there is almost no difference from the real product.

Therefore, those imitations will also be regarded as treasures by collectors.

After all, Mo Jue only steals extremely precious orphans. Even if modern painters want to imitate them, they simply cannot reach the level of simulation.

Song Liao even wondered whether Mo Jue used technology to copy after stealing the painting.

Having said this, Song Laoliu covered his face with his hands and rubbed, "This Mojue caused major museums and some collectors a lot of headaches. Even if he knew he would return the things, he had disturbed public order and also The art market is a mess."

At this time, Li Qiao didn't speak for a long time. She put down her legs and got up, and after walking a few steps back and forth, she seemed to...ignore some important details.

what is it then?

Li Qiao touched her chin, glanced up to the stairs of the jump, after a little thought, she raised her foot and walked over, "Come with me."

Song Liao didn't know, so he followed her up to the second floor without a word.

In front of a study room, he stood still and glanced for a few moments, and said sonorously: "Zubzai, I will help you clean up the house, right?"

This is too dirty.

The ashtrays on the desk were full, there were scattered ash everywhere, and there were two missing on the sofa... well, men’s boxer briefs.

Li Qiao glanced at him, walked to the computer, sat down, and turned it on, "You live here in Nanyang first, and I will ask Procter & Gamble to come and clean it."

Song Liao is not a talkative character. He glanced at the men's boxer briefs and nodded sternly, "Oh, good."

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

"Yes, there is a flower bed next to it, and there is a smoking area eight meters away."

Li Qiao adjusted the monitoring time back to two hours ago and hooked his finger at Song Liao. Three minutes later, Song Liao walked into the monitoring area.

"Is Mo Jue a man or a woman?" Li Qiao asked casually while looking at the computer.

Then, she heard Tiehanhan Song Laoliu answering very confidently, "I don't know."

Li Qiao cast him a cold-eyed expressionlessly, Song Liao repeated solemnly, "I really don't know, no one knows."

Mo Jue, a habitual offender who steals famous paintings... It's interesting.

Not long after, Song Laoliu took out his cell phone and started making a call. At this moment, a group of tour groups passed by behind him, crowded with people, and even Li Qiao did not find any abnormalities.

If it was Mo Jueshun who had left Song Laoliu's things, then it could really be called the God knows the ghost.

For a long time, Li Qiao squinted at Song Liao, "You came to China this time to cooperate with the Longhuai police in investigating the theft of Suxiu Thangka?"

Song Laoliu pursed his lips, "Su Embroidered Thangka was sent back last night."

"Sent back?" Li Qiao was also surprised.

Is Mo Jue sick?

Not only sick, but also very annoying.

The police estimated that they were still rigorously deploying to track down his whereabouts. As a result, the stolen items were returned to their original owners, which means that all arrangements were useless.

Song Liao calmed his face and sighed, "Not only is it sent back, there is also a note."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to answer.

Song Laoliu pushed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and said the content of the note: What kind of shit.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and couldn't help holding her forehead.

Mo Jue, it's really an alien.

After a while, Li Qiao's mind suddenly popped out an incredible idea.

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

Song Liao's brain seemed to start to function again. After much consideration, he came to the conclusion, "Xiaozai, do you suspect that he knows who I am?"

(End of this chapter)