One day three months later, Shiraro was arrested in a hotel.

The news caused a sensation.

"Shira Lang is finally arrested and brought to justice!"

"This is the credit of Inspector Wu Changhao!" People ran around and told each other.

"After all, where is Shiraro now?"

"After Wu Changhao took him back from the hotel, the Security Bureau detained him in the prison in Dongzhou North District, and was closely monitored!"

"In this way, the rich can fall asleep peacefully."

"That's certainly, even if he is a thief who comes and goes without a trace, once he is detained in the North District Prison, he will still be in the sea. It is impossible to escape from prison by manpower there, and it is specially imprisoned for serious prisoners."

"It is said that the Dongzhou Security Bureau arrested Bai Lang because of the pressure from countries y, d, e and relevant departments."

"Shilang is about to be tried by the Political Court. Those who are y, d, and e, hate Bailang to the core. They ask the court to sentence him to life imprisonment, stay in prison for the rest of his life, and be in the prison for old age. It's so cruel."

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In the northern district, there is a small town called Wufengpu, which is one of many small towns. There is a luxurious house in the city, and an old man named Guitian lives. This is an inconspicuous but amazing wealthy. It is said that he is from E. He has been in Dongzhou for more than ten years. He is a Dongzhou master and can speak fluent Dongzhou dialect. But when it comes to his source of wealth, no one can tell the reason.

Some people say that his wealth is obtained by selling his soul to the demon, because he came here empty-handedly and became rich in a blink of an eye.

Some people say that his son in the army cheated a large amount of treasures, including artwork, furniture, carvings, and calligraphy and paintings of famous artists. Because his son went to other places with the army, he transported these treasures to Laoguitian for storage.

Lao Guitian was addicted to alcohol and no one called him by his name. He called him "Old Drunk". In the huge courtyard, no one was allowed to enter except him and two old servants.

Guitian did not contact anyone. Every day, he approached dusk, he put away the suspension bridge on the river, locked the large iron doors on all sides, and added a large bolt inside. Once someone approached from the outside, the alarm would be set loudly, all of which was because he was afraid that his treasure would be stolen. On one side of the river was a steep and high wall, and thieves could not visit here. It was impossible for him to break through with force or mysterious people. It was really solid.

More than ten days after Bai Lang was arrested, one sunny morning, a postman crossed the suspension bridge and came to Guitian's door and rang the doorbell. With the creaking sound, Guitian stood at the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Guitian." The kind old postman was tanned and red by the sun and had a smile on his face, but Guitian still had a tight face without saying a word. Even the postman he met frequently, he was unable to get rid of his guard. "I am the postman who delivers letters to you every day. Mr. Guitian, do you don't trust me?"

"How do I know who you are?" Guitian rolled his eyes and muttered, even though the old postman was still smiling.

"It's amazing that Mr. Guitian doesn't trust people so much!" The postman handed over a stack of newspapers, still saying, "Oh, there is also a registered mail, please sign it." As he said, he handed over a letter.

Guitian lives alone in a small town, and few people interact with him, let alone letters from outside, so he widened his eyes in surprise and said, "Strange, where did it come from?" He tilted his head and opened the envelope, first looked at the sender's signature, ah! Shiraro..." He was suddenly panicked. Guitian muttered in a low voice, and his body shook involuntarily, as if he was about to fall down.

Bai Lang has been imprisoned in the North District Prison, why did he send this letter again? Thinking of this, Guitian trembled even more uncontrollably. The reason why he lives in this remote town, the gates are closed all day long and has arranged strict security measures to avoid the visit of thieves. However, the king of the thieves, the mysterious thief Bai Lang, still targeted him, how could he not be afraid from the bottom of his heart?

But this was not the most terrifying thing. After reading the letter, he was already bloodless and had no control. He seemed to have a fire in his mouth.

Guitian:

I love the four pieces of Song porcelain in your bedroom. In addition, several works by Zheng Banqiao are also highly favored by me. The night pearl as big as a teacup in the cabinet on the right and the jade cabbage are also very popular with me.

Today, I will only pick up the above items with more market potential. I hope to pack up and send them to the North District Railway Station within a week. If it is not completed by then, I will collect them from the night of December 27th (Wednesday) to the 28th (Thursday). At that time, if I go there in person, I may not be satisfied with the above items, and I hope to forgive me.

Shirao

He asked for a secret treasure and stated the exact date, otherwise he would have to come and get it in person. It would be a humiliating letter, and he did not take the security seriously.

"But Shira-lang is in prison, but that's not necessarily true. He is a magical devil. No matter in prison or elsewhere, there is nothing he can't do." Guitian thought to himself, "This guy is so terrible! However, how did he know the treasures in the house? I have never allowed anyone except two old servants to enter and exit the ancient house. When did he understand my collection so clearly? Is this Shira-lang human or ghost? Is I so closely guarded or he made it clear! For him, he can fly across the East River like a bird and cross the solid walls like light smoke. Alas, I would never have thought that I would be targeted by this thief!"

Guitian, who has always been called an old drunkard, became bloodless and became anxious. He urgently reported the situation to the Dongzhou Security Bureau and attached a letter from Bailang to seek protection from the Security Bureau.

Soon, the Security Bureau replied:

Shirara has been detained in the North District Prison, with extremely strict guards and it is impossible to have the opportunity to write or send letters. The letter has been hired by the Security Bureau to make an appraisal, thinking that although his handwriting is very similar to Shirara's, it is not Shirara's original work. It may be a scam set up by someone who pretends to be Shirara's name.

"So that's it!" Guitian finally let go of his heart, but he thought, but since it was similar to Shiraro's handwriting, it was not a simple matter." Due to the fear of thieves, Guitian was already in a state of uneasiness, and the "similarity" made him feel even more anxious all day long. "Since the letter clearly states that he is going to come to get things from the night of the 27th to the 28th, then I can't be negligent."

Because they were in an extreme state of speculation, Guitian couldn't even believe the two old servants. "Although they were very loyal on the surface, they might be Shirako's insider, and they were not trustworthy. Dongzhou's security could not be completely trustworthy. The best idea was to invite Dongzhou's private detectives, but they could not be completely trustworthy. Maybe the private detectives were with Shirako.

At this time, Guitian felt at a loss. Out of excessive thoughts, he could not sleep peacefully. On the morning of the third day, Guitian couldn't help but cheer when he was browsing the "North District Morning News" which was very close to here. "Oh, thank God, there is finally a way!"
Chapter completed!