Although I have been on the right path for so many years, Scott's craftsmanship when he was young has never been abandoned.

After all, stealing was one of the means he relied on to make a living in Hell's Kitchen back then. It was like riding a bicycle. Once he learned it, it became a memory of his body, and it was difficult to forget it.

The gorgeous decorations inside the mansion are almost the same as you think, and all kinds of valuable things can be seen everywhere, such as antique silver tableware, beautiful foreign vases, incomprehensible paintings, etc., which makes Scott dizzy.

But he was quite calm. Once he made up his mind to do this, his legs would no longer tremble and his hands would no longer tremble. He just wanted to get money back to treat his daughter.

He knew that the iron rule for burglary was that without companions, the most important point was to recognize his own load limit and vehicle capacity.

If you can't just move a large LCD TV, and you can also bring a double-door refrigerator or something, that's not realistic at all.

Adult men can basically maintain normal movement speed when carrying 25 kilograms, and run and jump are not greatly affected. For a four-door household sedan, including the rear seat, co-pilot, and trunk, the volume is only about three to four cubic meters, and the space is still fragmented.

In addition, today's situation is special, so he still has to avoid alien bugs that may come at any time, so he has a lot of time to screen out what he wants to take away to ensure that it is as valuable as possible while carrying it easily.

If Scott has something wrong, it is that he likes to talk to himself.

The growth environment is not good, life is under great pressure, and he has been in prison again. He has not become a serial killer, but he has a slight schizophrenia, which is considered good.

The solid wood floor was a bit slippery when I stepped on it, because the dust had not been cleaned for a long time. The floor squeaked when I stepped on the soles of the shoes, and it felt like I had entered a slightly clean haunted house.

"Generally speaking, rich people have two safes at home." Scott was calm. He spoke to himself, turning on the flashlight function of his phone and stuffing it into his chest pocket: "One is placed on the surface, and some less important things are stored in it. The other will hide it, with treasures inside."

The most ideal goods are jewelry or bearer bonds. The former has a higher upper limit, while the latter is easy to get rid of, which has their own benefits. Only those who know how to use oil paintings and other artworks will be taken. Ordinary thieves do not have knowledge reserves and will not touch those things.

With lighting, Scott walked to the center of the house. He was about to step into the corridor but suddenly stopped.

It turned out that because the dust was storing in the air, he accidentally noticed the faint laser rays in front of him, which seemed to be an alarm device.

"Well, the W90 laser-attack alarm is considered an old model." He squatted down, carefully checked the position of the transmitter, and then removed the thing with an electrician tool.

Don’t ask why, it’s an occupational disease. Electrical engineers can’t help but see this kind of thing.

After removing the alarm, he clapped his hands with satisfaction, as if he was very proud of his craft, and then he walked out against the wall like a mouse and entered the study.

There is a big office desk in the study and several cabinets of books. A photo was placed on the furniture around it, which looked sweet to a couple.

But judging from the clothing and hairstyle, that was at least twenty years ago.

"So love will disappear, right?"

Scott, who was tilted, picked up the photo and shook his head. He was dumped by his ex-wife and now he was in a state of "not believing in love". Seeing such a sweet photo, he couldn't help but savor it.

Moreover, this empty house made him believe in his thoughts. The person in this photo was so sweet back then, but now even his home is dilapidated.

But just that, although the windows of this house were surprisingly few, he still vaguely heard some screams from the outside world. It was probably that someone had been attacked by aliens and some misfortunes had occurred.

The sound was so miserable that it sounded extremely painful. Scott couldn't help but lighten his pace and squatted lower.

In the darkness, he was silent until his own breathing was left in his ears, and then he continued to move. In the light column emitted by his cell phone, many tiny particles flew around, flew up and down with the airflow of his breath.

"Are you leaving? I have to be careful, I can't be eaten by aliens. I also have to treat Casey..."

He moved and began to search in the study, and successfully found a hidden safe behind an oil painting.

After gently removing the painting, he looked at the safe a little dazed, because the big guy inlaid in the wall was completely different from what he thought, because there was no turntable or grip on the front, but the handle of an honest game console was connected.

It is the earliest game console controller, with a rocker on a small square box and a red button next to the rocker as the selected key.

For some reason, he shook the plastic stick and a screen on the safe lit up.

"This... is a sudoku. Who is so bored and can design such a safe? Isn't it troublesome to open it every time?" Scott glanced at the photo behind him. The male owner inside looked like a science and engineering man, and sighed speechlessly: "No wonder you fell to such a level. I probably understand why your wife ran away."

He has already agreed that the mistress of the house is divorced.

But no matter how you say it, Scott took the gamepad and adjusted the numbers in the squares and began to solve the problem.

This kind of electronic safe can be opened through an external card reader, but in comparison, answering questions seems to be simpler.

In less than five minutes, he filled in the last blank. The entire monitor lit up and the words "congratulations" appeared, and there was a pattern of fireworks rising next to it.

Before he knew it, some smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Every time I see my ex-wife, I am called a waste, garbage, and incompetent. He hasn't heard or seen others praise him for a long time. This time I didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected surprise when I opened a safe.

"Thank you, although I guess if you knew I was here to steal things, I wouldn't congratulate me." He spoke to the black safe, like a mental illness, and then rubbed his hands and slowly opened it: "But I have to get some money to treat Casey..."

There is no money, there is no treasure in the safe, only a piece of paper.

Scott, who was confused, opened the note and saw some words written on it. He read it out with his mobile phone:

"Actually, there is another safe in the bedroom. Haha, will Caibao be there? Thief, you are good, [567 Chinese], but the next safe is very difficult, you will definitely not be able to open it."

The note was not signed, and a few red ants were drawn in the lower right corner.

For some reason, the hand holding the note trembled. The man called the thief felt that the posture of these ants seemed to be provoking and humble.
Chapter completed!