After Bao Shihong finished speaking, he lit up a cigarette with a mysterious expression. The male fairy touched his neck and peeked at the beams. His face changed color with fear.

The male immortal holds Sanbao's arm.

Sambo: "What are you afraid of?"

The male fairy loosened his grip on Sanbao's arm: "Who said I'm afraid? Who said I'm afraid?"

Sanbao raised his arm: "I'm not afraid of you pinching me."

The male fairy suddenly heard something: "There is a sound, oh, there is really a sound, listen!"

Fire truck sirens sound from far to near.

Sanbao listened: "Oh, look at your virtue, police car!"

Bao Shihong took a sip of beer, listened, and made a judgment.

"The fire truck... where did it catch fire again?"

He put down his beer and strolled out.

Sanbao took a bite of pork head meat and followed suit.

The male fairy quickly stood up and picked up his clothes from the chair: "Slow down, wait for me, wait for me."

As he said that, he looked back cautiously and followed him out quickly.

At the entrance of the Confucian Temple, several piles of fire were burning. A few old people were burning paper money. A fire truck stopped in front of it, and several firefighters hurriedly came down to move out the water hoses.

Bao Shihong, holding a cigarette in his mouth, strolled to the front door and cursed at several security guards who were watching the excitement.

Bao Shihong: "Where are you looking? Where are you looking? Look in the courtyard!"

The fire chief came over: "Who is in charge?"

Bao Shihong said: "Me."

Fire Chief: "Who called the police? Where is the fire?"

Bao Shihong looked confused: "I'm asking you, where was the fire in the middle of the night? Isn't it just these two piles?"

The fire chief showed the alarm sheet: "I can tell you that it is illegal to falsely report a fire alarm, but we will definitely implement it!"

The fire chief returned to the intercom on the fire truck: "Hey, headquarters, this is 07, twelve o'clock seven, is it Dongshan Road Confucian Temple? Please check the phone number for me... Hello... oh..."

At this time, an old lady approached the firefighters and said, "Why don't you burn some paper money on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year? You have ancestors in your family. Burning some paper money and bringing the fire truck over is too exaggerated..."

Bao Shihong held a cigarette in his right hand and gradually became alarmed as he looked at the strange faces reflected in the firelight, the firefighters walking back and forth, and the two beggars in the corner not far away.

The two beggars seemed to be smiling at Bao Shihong with evil intentions.

Bao Shihong looked back at the Confucian Temple through the open door, and the camera zoomed up. At this moment, the harsh sound of electric bells suddenly came from the Confucian Temple.

He suddenly woke up and shouted: "Hey!"

Throwing away the cigarette, he turned around and ran towards the Confucian Temple, shouting as he ran: "Close the door! There is someone in the exhibition hall!"

Sanbao followed closely behind.

Bao Shihong led several security guards and rushed to the exhibition hall. There were also security guards picking up shovels behind the door.

When Bao Shihong rushed into the exhibition hall, he saw the silhouettes of two thieves jumping over the fence.

Bao Shihong waved his hand and shouted to the security guard behind him: "Outside!"

The security guard at the back turned around in panic.

"stop!"

Bao Shihong jumped out of the window immediately, followed closely by Sanbao.

Bao Shihong had just landed when he saw two figures disappearing at two corners of the wall. He said to Sambo who then jumped out: "Split up and chase, over there!"

The camera followed Sanbao closely. When Sanbao walked around to the front of the exhibition hall, he disappeared into the dark shadow, followed by two panting security guards.

The security guard looked confused: "Where have you gone?"

"Where?"

Two more panicked security guards came together: "Where are they? Where are they?"

Heipi and Bao Shihong ran past them. Bao Shihong said: "This way, this way!"

A bunch of people hurriedly chased after him.

Bao Shihong turned a corner and there were some messy bamboo poles and other debris beside the wall. Heipi pulled something down. Bao Shihong jumped over and the security guard who was following him tripped. Bao Shihong caught up and fell.

Heipi got up from the ground and grabbed Heipi's collar. Heipi punched him with his backhand. Bao Shihong's vision suddenly went dark.

On the other side, international thief Mike's side, the black laptop was opened, and several photos flashed on the screen: display cabinet, urinal sensor, electric bell, switch box. Mike zipped up and put on the hood of his night suit.

He opened the car door and quickly slipped out.

The microphone is posted on the back wall of the exhibition hall.

A car drove around the corner.

Mike hid behind an obstacle, passed the car lights, and took the opportunity to sneak to the other side of the exhibition hall.

The moving company's car was parked against the back wall.

Xiaojun and Heipi, who was wearing night clothes, opened the car door, and Xiaojun quickly climbed onto the roof of the car.

Heipi took out a very worn military coat, handed it to Xiaojun who was standing on the roof of the car, and then quickly climbed up.

Xiaojun, who was wearing a black sportswear, threw the general's coat onto the barbed wire fence and slapped the black leather. The black leather quickly turned over the military coat, and Xiaojun carefully climbed over the military coat.

Brother Dao dialed his mobile phone number: "Hello, 119? The Confucian Temple on Dongshan Road is on fire! The cultural relics unit is in urgent need of RMB 100,000!"

After that, hang up the phone.

Behind the Confucian Temple, Hei Pi and Xiao Jun quietly sneaked towards the back window of the exhibition hall. The sound of security guards could be heard from inside.

Xiaojun observed the surrounding situation. Heipi took out a mirror and tried to observe the situation in the exhibition hall. He vaguely saw several figures inside.

Heipi whispered: "I can't see clearly..."

Xiaojun pulled off the black arm holding the mirror and whispered: "Just listen!"

At this time, the male fairy's voice came: "What are those people outside doing? They can't be coaxed away."

Bao Shihong replied: "On the first day of the lunar calendar, paper money is burned to sacrifice the dead. If you don't go to the east or the west, you will choose this place..."

Male Immortal: "Why do you have to get this? What's the point..."

Hei Pi heard this and spat lightly: "How sad!"

Sitting in the car, Brother Dao put out a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, looked at his watch, opened the door and got out of the car.

Brother Dao walked around the wall of the Confucian Temple to the corner, cautiously looked around, and was suddenly startled when he noticed a dark figure wearing night clothes emerging from the side wall and sneaking in front of an electric switch box.

Mike cautiously squatted down, put a flashlight in his mouth, took out tools, opened the door of the switch box, and began to search for the switch button. At this time, a figure came behind Mike and pushed the back of Mike's head.

Brother Dao asked: "What are you doing? Why the hell did you come out!"

The flashlight dropped, and Mike turned around and saw an unknown face. He was stunned, his eyes looked around, and his hand involuntarily touched the knife placed on his butt.

Brother Dao slapped Mike on the head: "What are you looking at? Why are you so dazed? The fire alarm is coming soon!"

Mike suddenly stood up, turned around and ran away. Brother Dao chased him.

Brother Dao shouted: "Where the hell are you running! Stop!"

Mike ran across the street as the sound of fire truck sirens came from far and near.
Chapter completed!