WWY Chapter 72
by VolareHalf an hour later, A Qi’s voice came from the external speaker: “In position.”
“I see you.” Crinum zoomed in on one of the surveillance screen’s grids. A Qi’s motorcycle was clearly visible on the screen. “Now get off the bike and walk into the next street. I’ll cut off the surveillance before you enter.”
“Cut it.”
“The next street has no surveillance. Go straight in and turn right at the second intersection.”
“Roger.”
“See the villa?”
“I see it.”
“The garden wall surveillance is completely covered. Watch out for the spikes on the fence.”
“Stop nagging.”
“Don’t fall! Your little darling will cry!”
“Pfft!”
Lan He, who was listening with sweaty palms, suddenly realized they were cueing him. He couldn’t help but rush over and kick Crinum’s fat butt.
Crinum cried “Ow” and had to continue directing.
“A gardener is coming over, stop for a moment, okay, continue. The back doors are all locked, but the easternmost room on the second floor is empty, the window is open, you can climb in directly.”
“Keep an eye on the security.”
“The security guard at the front gate is reading a newspaper, wait a minute, the patrol guard can see you, okay, he’s looking at his phone, seize the opportunity!”
…
Lan He never saw where A Qi was. He could only hear the faint sound of breathing from the speaker. Finally, he heard him say “Got it,” and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fourteen million dollars just like that? Amazing!
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Tuxi Ling listened nervously and unconsciously grabbed Lan He’s hand.
“I was responsible for this. Da Sang and Ai Lun would try to get to know people who liked collecting antiques, and after getting familiar, they would bring me to visit their homes. Then, according to my drawings, I would make imitations and swap the real ones out. Few people can detect this, and even if they do, it’s been a long time. No one believes it even if they say it, so the reputation of the two of them has never collapsed, and they have more and more friends.”
“Why not take pictures? Why draw?”
“Would you take pictures randomly when you visit someone’s house? Wouldn’t that be telling them outright that I’m interested in your things?” Lan He slowly recalled, “Da Sang used to occasionally target museums in various countries. Whatever the client wanted, he would get it. But he met Ai Lun by chance, and combined with my ability to never forget, he thought this method was simpler, safer, and easier to operate.”
Tuxi Ling thought of Yishi Pan and Na Qiu, and couldn’t help but sigh. As expected of the people Da Sang led astray, even the tricks were the same.
He subconsciously stroked the back of his hand and asked, “Who is Ai Lun?”
“A speculator. Many upper-class people have taken benefits from him. He’s very popular. I don’t know his specific identity.”
Tuxi Ling thought carefully for a while, then suddenly smiled.
“What are you laughing at?” Lan He glared.
“I was just thinking that your function is about to be replaced.”
“What function?” Lan He muttered dissatisfiedly, “Talking nonsense again.”
Mentioning the past, he still felt a little ashamed, and his attitude wasn’t as tough as usual.
“Do you know? This time, the confirmation that the Dragon-patterned Jade Bi was switched was thanks to a new police officer in Ba You’s precinct. He directly 3D-printed the real object from the photo. Your comprehensive, multi-angle drawings are not as good as someone clicking a few times on a mouse.”
“Really?”
“It’s amazing. At that time, I had a sense of desolation that I would be crushed by the wheel of history before I was thirty.”
“If you put it that way, so am I!”
The two laughed and leaned together.
The forty-minute news special happened to be nearing its end. Accompanied by melodious ancient music, one cultural relic after another appeared on the screen, finally freezing on the Warring States Dragon-patterned Jade Bi. The program ended.
“So you brought them back, right?” Tuxi Ling held his hand tightly. “So that’s what A Qi meant by ‘laundering’…”
Lan He was stunned and turned his head in surprise to look at him: “You can understand Arabic?”
Tuxi Ling looked at him seriously.
He smiled awkwardly and asked, “Have all the ones I handled been recovered? Is it still in time?”
Tuxi Ling nodded: “It’s still in time!”
Lan He laughed “Pfft,” but his eyes instantly moistened. When he heard him say “Don’t cry,” he couldn’t help it anymore. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
He covered his eyes with his arms, not wanting him to see his vulnerable side, but he couldn’t suppress the sobs in his voice: “Only after leaving that environment did I realize that I had done such bad things… Even when I didn’t have enough to eat, I never thought of being a bad kid…”
“Lan He!” He wanted to comfort him, but he stubbornly blocked his eyes. He forcibly pried open his arms and hugged him tightly. “Okay, it’s over, it’s okay, everything is fine…”
Lan He grabbed his neck like he had grabbed a lifeline and cried loudly.
“Then why did you agree to Weiyu He’s request to return to the country to acknowledge your family?”
“I wasn’t happy. I wanted to live an ordinary life. Even if I had to pay the price for my previous actions, I wanted to strive to reduce the price to a minimum. Although maybe if I didn’t say anything, the police would never know what I had done before, but I didn’t want to live in the shadows for the rest of my life.”
Tuxi Ling sighed: “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Lan He sobbed: “I’ve never been a patriot. I just felt that I had to find them first and send them back so that I would have a chance to be forgiven. Otherwise, you would definitely investigate, and I don’t want to go to jail, not even for a day…”
Tuxi Ling thought about it, and that was true.
But possibly, if a case was filed, he would have to stay in the detention center for a few days.
He didn’t want to discourage him, so he just took out a tissue to wipe his tears and comforted him gently, feeling like his heart was about to be broken by his crying.
Just like that, Lan He successfully stayed overnight at Tuxi Ling’s house, realizing the great dream of sharing the same bed and pillow.
In the middle of the night, Tuxi Ling had another fever. The temperature wasn’t high. Lan He fed him water, and when he felt cold, he hugged him to warm him up.
Tuxi Ling was muddled, feeling like a little sun had burrowed into his arms, so he comfortably hugged him tightly. When he woke up the next day, he found that Lan He had taken off everything except his underwear, clinging to him like a naked octopus.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a thong.
Lan He’s frame was slender, and the thin muscles attached to it didn’t appear rough, but rather delicate and beautiful. You couldn’t tell when he was wearing clothes, but he actually had chest muscles, which were quite firm.
Realizing what he was looking at, he quickly swept his gaze away from his pale areola, his face shamefully red, and then dragged his body, aching all over from the fever, out of bed to find clothes.
The wooden bed creaked as soon as it moved. Lan He was a light sleeper, and he hadn’t slept well all night. Now he was woken up again.
He opened his swollen eyes and asked, “Where are you going?”
“You go back to sleep. There’s an important case at the bureau. I have to go take a look.”
Lan He was helpless: “Ya Gu was arrested, wasn’t she? And the cultural relics have all been found…”
“It’s another case.” Tuxi Ling paused, “Do you know that Da Sang also makes guns?”
Lan He’s yawn was stifled. He was stunned: “Huh?”
It was obvious he knew nothing about it.
Tuxi Ling was amused by his appearance: “It’s okay, we’re still investigating. Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Lan He jumped out of bed and pounced on him: “Boyfriend! Don’t leave me!”
“I have to go take a look. My phone is broken, so I can’t contact them. I’m worried.”
“Your phone is broken. Let’s go buy a phone!”
“No need, the bureau will issue a new one.”
“It’s always ‘the bureau, the bureau,’ are you a natural-born workhorse?”
“The bureau is short-handed to begin with, and Bureau Chief Liu is hard to manage.”
“Your illness hasn’t fully recovered. Do you know that going to work before a cold is completely cured can lead to viral myocarditis? If you kick the bucket, your Bureau Chief Liu will be responsible!”
“It’s just a cold. Many people at the bureau work while sick. It’s not as serious as you say?”
“Not serious? Is your bureau so lacking in common sense? Okay, let’s go together. I’ll talk to your Bureau Chief Liu. If he doesn’t understand, I’ll give him a good lecture!”
Tuxi Ling was so entangled by him that he had to resort to a delaying tactic: “Okay, let’s have breakfast first. After eating, you go home, and I’ll rest for another day.”
Lan He decisively refused: “I’m not going back! Don’t think I can’t see through your little tricks!”
He glanced at the kitchen and deliberately teased him in a sour tone: “So eager to go to work, are you going to see your little admirer? Oh——”
Tuxi Ling was at his wit’s end.
How did this guy become so unreasonable after becoming his “boyfriend”?
Tuxi Ling ultimately couldn’t go back to the team because while Lan He was eating takeout lunch and bickering with him, he suddenly sneezed a few times.
He became extremely nervous, spraying alcohol and wiping the floor with disinfectant. He forced him to drink Banlangen and tucked him into bed to coax him to take a nap. As he slept, he burned up like a little furnace.
Tuxi Ling felt terribly guilty. When he woke up, he wanted to take him to the hospital, but he was decisively rejected.
“No, don’t bother me. There are so many viruses at the hospital. I’m not going. I’ll just take some medicine at home!” Ill and with morning grumpiness, Lan He’s attitude was very impatient. He used his hands and feet to hook him onto the bed. “Hug me, I’m hot!”
Tuxi Ling struggled to get out of bed and took his temperature again. 38.4.
He strictly adhered to the dosage requirements on the instructions and resolutely refused to give him antipyretic drugs. Instead, he ran to the bathroom to get hot water, saying he would give him a physical cooling.
Lan He blinked: Is there such a good thing?
He quickly stripped off everything except his underwear and lay on the bed in a “big” shape, waiting comfortably for service, not forgetting to pose even with a fever, showing off his beautiful abs and thighs.
Tuxi Ling almost dropped the washbasin, his face red all the way to the base of his neck.
Suddenly, he understood himself three years ago a little. When he came into contact with such a seductive body while still half asleep, it was quite normal for those righteous gentleman genes to mutate into horny beasts.
He pretended to be calm and carefully recalled nursing common sense, wetting a towel with slightly warm water to wipe his forehead, neck, armpits, inner elbows, chest, back, wipe…groin?
If he had to wipe his groin, he would inevitably have to lift up a little of the few remaining pieces of fabric, and any further lifting would inevitably expose him. He really couldn’t look directly, even though, due to the fever, he was withering, with no exciting performance to embarrass him.
Forget it, skip it!