“I have heard before that the Tokyo Police Department has sent many officers to conduct lost property searches.

Because last night, at midnight, the Tokyo National Museum stolen a precious treasure. By the way, it is said that it was a painting sold here by merchants in China during the Ming Dynasty."

Miss Chunshi also felt that she called Andaoyuan while taking a shower, making the atmosphere a little ambiguous, so she gently rotated the switch and turned off the rustling sound of the running water.

If the call was not called by Andaoyuan, she would have cursed and hung up the phone.

Maybe Miss Chunshi doesn’t know why now, she is a little abnormal.

"What painting is it?"

Andaoyuan thought that the source of this incident was a malicious incident, but he did not expect that the collection was stolen. However, this matter was definitely not that simple.

The girl Chunshi picked up the yellowish towel on the bathroom hook and wiped her hair while saying thoughtfully:

"The "Li Bai Xing Yin Picture" should be this name. The great poet Mr. Taibai still knows his name in Tokyo, but the night watchman cannot control this matter. After all, we are actually considered a neutral and extraordinary organization, and we don't handle all trivial matters."

Andaoyuan actually had this guess when he heard Chunshi's description.

He calmly sipped his coffee and listened to the rapid alarm sound of the ambulances in the distance.

Then many medical staff got out of the car and started first aid for these disabled police officers who had not experienced many wars in peacetime.

Perhaps, for those in peacetime.

What is war, what is hunger, what is escape, what is separation, what is life worse than death... These are all so strange, but at this moment, they seem so real.

Andauyuan understands that everything that is happening in this world is not far away, as American social psychologist Stanley Milgram first proposed in 1967:

‘There is no more than six degrees of separation between you and anyone in the world.’

Therefore, he looked at everything that happened nearby and the panicked crowd, and he didn't feel that it was too surprising. He didn't know how many times he had experienced these things in his dreams.

What's more, human history will not be lacking in these.

But what does this matter? The latte fragrance in his cup did not decrease in slightest:

"The Taibai Xingyin Picture is a paper-based ink painting created by Liang Kai, a painter in Southern Song Dynasty, and is now in the Tokyo National Museum in Japan.

At that time, Liang Kai had no background on the picture, and only used a few strokes to draw the image of Li Bai floating and singing. He was different from the worries and anger of Qu Yuan's walking and chanting style, and also from the depth of Du Fu's walking and chanting style, but was romantic and slanted, laughing and angering.

It's just a pity..."

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Andoyuan said, "What a pity." But he didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen the exhibition of this famous painting at the National Museum in Tokyo, or because the paintings were left overseas.

After finishing wiping her hair, she then put her hair on one side, tilted her head and clamped her phone with An Daoyuan while talking to her, while changing into a cool home clothes:

"By the way, Andaoyuan, do you think this matter has something to do with them just now? Could it be that this explosion will have a spiritual reaction?"

Andaoyuan turned a page of the book and then clamped the page with a bookmark. He didn't like to fold corners around the edges. After reading it so complicatedly, the paper book seemed a little uneven enough:

"Well, under the cover of the violent explosion of nitroglycerin, I felt the fluctuations in the spiritual power field, but I couldn't find the location of the prisoner through just such a clue."

"So that's it. It seems that the group of people has not sneaked away yet. At most, there are only a few cultists with strong hiding abilities. However, they shouldn't be too arrogant. In fact, there are many high-level extraordinary people hidden in Tokyo, but those 'big masters' don't like to take the initiative to do things."

Harushi said carelessly that her ability is far from those hidden people, especially after seeing Master Kukai's enlightenment last time, at least there would be no more unjust souls around Sensoji Temple.

Andaoyuan still understands this matter. Now, the spiritual power projection effect brought about by the rapid rise of spiritual power tides over the past decade has become stronger and stronger, but for the existence of life that has experienced hundreds of years and thousands of years.

It was probably just a short sleep or rest.

Just like Andaoyuan, he would not take the initiative to reveal himself to do some universal good things.

That is contrary to reason.

"That's it, if there is any news, I'll tell you."

After Andoyuan finished drinking the latte, the sun in the sky was already rising very high, and the corner of the street in the distance of the cafe was stopped by the cordon from the Tokyo Guard Office.

No need to think about this matter, even if it is blocked in popularity, it has spread too widely, and it cannot be banned online.

So the next step for the police station is to catch the criminal immediately.

Or, find a scapegoat in the prisoner you have already caught.

Then a public television lecture was held.

Andaoyuan is so familiar with these things.

There are not many things that make people feel new under the sun.

He put Charles and Dickens's "Two Cities" back into his bag, sorted out his seat, and then thought of the classic sentence in this book:

(That is the best time, that is the worst time; that is the year of wisdom, that is the year of ignorance; that is the period of faith, that is the period of doubt; that is the season of light, that is the season of darkness.

It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of disappointment; we were all heading straight to heaven, we were all heading in the opposite direction - in short, it was very similar to now, and some of the most noisy authorities insisted on describing it as the same highest. To say it was good is the highest; to say it was bad is also the highest.)

Spring can bring hope, but this hope may not necessarily apply to universals.

He walked to the door and heard the waiter at the cafe door politely say to him: "Sir, please go slowly and welcome your next visit."

"Thanks."

Andao Yuan responded slowly.
Chapter completed!