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A small iron wire, slowly pushed into the keyhole, doesn’t take much force, just skill to open it easily.

Du Lai slowly pushed the door open, his sense of touch immediately noting something was not right.

Looking up, he noticed a bulging garbage bag hanging over the door, teetering on the edge of falling. If he had pushed the door any harder, that bag would have fallen, hitting him on the head.

He gently touched the bag, and inside, it was filled with a liquid, oily substance like leftover food or soup.

Du Lai’s eye twitched twice.

But this minor obstacle would not stop him.

His nimble hands removed the garbage bag and gently placed it on the ground, his movements were extremely light.

However, as he was about to move forward, he saw the plastic bag rapidly deflate, the soup inside seeping out and emitting a strong smell of seaweed and shrimp, wetting the soles of his shoes.

With a frown, he looked more closely and found thumbtacks scattered all over the floor!

Not just near the entrance, but thumbtacks were everywhere on the living room floor!

Du Lai:

Damn, this woman is ruthless!

It seems she was well prepared for someone trying to steal her stuff.

It’s normal to be prepared, after all, her props are too alluring to people.

But she thinks she can stop him with these thumbtacks, that’s naive.

Du Lai gently stepped over the thumbtacks, recalling Bai Youwei’s mockery during their first meeting.

She was right, he is indeed a thief.

But at the same time, he is also a magician.

For these two identities, sometimes he alternates between them, sometimes he possesses both, so he himself actually isn’t sure, is he more of a thief or a magician?

…It doesn’t matter anymore.

He continued to walk into the room, his movements quick but light, not making a sound.

Opening the bedroom door, the sheet on the bed covering two protruding figures, the canvas bag just hung on a clothes rack a little first away.

Du Lai’s heart tightened as he held his breath, his movements became even slower and lighter…..

He gently lifted the canvas bag’s two handles, took it, and carefully retraced his steps back along the path he had just taken —

Using a puzzle to exchange for a prop seemed rather foolish, but he thought it was worth it.

But if he could acquire this prop without using a puzzle, he’d find it even more worth it.

Du Lai retreated all the way to the door, silently weighing the canvas bag in the corridor – it was quite full and heavy.

Was she too arrogant?

How could she just casually leave such an important prop next to the bed? Or was she certain that her trap would definitely work?

Du Lai smirked, picking up the bag and quickly left.

He didn’t head toward his own place, but instead chose to head out of town.

Trying to avoid attention, he parked his car in a secluded place, the night sky sparse and dim, he traveled under the glimmering stars and waning moon.

At the intersection, a figure suddenly appeared.

At three in the morning, a person standing in the middle of the intersection.

This was rather shocking.

Du Lai slowed his steps, remaining cautious.

The sky was overcast that night, thick clouds obscuring the moonlight, casting heavy shadows, and he couldn’t make out the stranger’s face.

He could only make out that it was a tall thin man, standing silently not far from him, with unclear intentions.

Most likely, they were hostile.

Du Lai stopped without a change in his expression, rapidly constructing escape routes and strategies in his mind.

Then, the man spoke.

His voice was like a serene river, calm, gentle, but also cold.

“The puzzle, is it on you?”