Outright Favoritism Chapter 557: : Are you sick?

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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 has other hidden things, but the police station is obviously not a good place to talk about things.

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 Riverview Mansion.

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 smell of dust spread in the living room, Li Qiao opened the window, looked back and asked, "All your documents are in your wallet?"

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

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, "I haven't seen you in a few years, you have regressed."

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

God is **** ashamed.

Li Qiao couldn't help laughing 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 there are actually two brushes for being able to walk things along Song Laoliu's body.

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

Seeing her squinting suspiciously, Song Laoliu continued to add, "To be precise, no one has seen Mo Jue. Although the Interpol defines him as a habitual thief,...every time he finishes stealing things , Will be sent back."

Is there something wrong with this person?

Xu was aware of Li Qiao’s thoughts, Song Liao objectively commented, "Even so, his theft is indeed established."

"What did he steal?"

Song Liao broke his fingers and counted them one by one, "There are only seven jewels, and the rest are all famous paintings."

Li Qiao: "..."

Next, Song Liao told the whole story about Mo Jue.

Mo Jue, a recidivist in the eyes of the Interpol team, is also a living bodhisattva in the eyes of collectors.

Although he steals, he has a principle. Every time he steals something, the longest one month, the shortest three days, he will send it back intact.

As for the jewellery, he seems not interested, every time he takes it away, within three days, he must send it back.

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

The more this is the case, the more the Interpol team hates him.

There was no sound when the theft was stolen, and no one noticed when it was returned, which caused people to go round and round.

No matter where it is, he can come and go freely 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.

For this reason, 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 can't reach the level of simulation at all.

Song Liao even wondered whether Mo Jue had copied the painting by technological means.

After saying 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 has disturbed public order. , Also messed up the art market."

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

What is it?

Li Qiao touched her chin, glanced over the stairs of the jump, after a little thought, she raised her foot and walked over, "Follow 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 looked at it for a few moments, and said sonorously: "Cab, can I help you clean up the house?"

This is too dirty.

The ashtrays on the desk are full, there are scattered ash everywhere, and there are 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, he 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's figure 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 Tie Hanhan and Song Laoliu answer very frankly, "I don't know."

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

Mojue, a habitual offender who loves to steal famous paintings... It's interesting.

Not long after, Song Laoliu took out his mobile phone and started making a call. At this moment, a group of tour groups passed by behind him, crowded with people, 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 Mojue without a 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 Su embroidery Thangka?"

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

"Sent back?" Li Qiao was also surprised.

Is Mo Jue sick?

Not only sick, but also very annoying.

The police estimate that they are still closely deploying to track down his whereabouts. As a result, the stolen items are returned to the original owner, which means that all arrangements are useless.

Song Liao calmly sighed, "Not only sent back, but 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, holding her forehead for sheer laughter.

Mo Jue, it's really an alien.

After a while, Li Qiao's mind jumped out of an unbelievable thought.

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

Song Liao’s brain seems to have started to work again. After much consideration, he came to the conclusion, "Xiaozai, do you suspect that he knows who I am?"