This money doesn't belong to her.

It was all her mother's secret stash of money.

She didn't know why she was able to save so much money, nor did she know why her father never pointed it out.

However, she had already discovered this large sum of money a long time ago.

However, at that time, she didn't dare to take it out to use, nor did she want to.

But things are different now.

I'm sorry.

Yui silently picked up the Japanese coins from the ground and roughly counted them.

I have about 100,000 yuan (approximately 6,000 yuan in Chinese currency), which should be enough to buy medicine.

As for the others, it's hard to say.

Yui pursed her lips, turned away helplessly, and ran away quickly.

The house remained completely dark from beginning to end, not even a sliver of light.

However, the sound of Yui running was heard by some people.

"bite!"

The lighter made a crisp sound.

A young man with dyed yellow hair slowly emerged from behind a telephone pole, staring intently at Youyi's flustered back.

"They actually leave money at their doorstep...are they that rich?"

The blond-haired youth raised an eyebrow and pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

He skillfully put it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

He took a slow breath, and the burning red dot suddenly became exceptionally conspicuous.

"call……"

After experiencing the comforting sensation of the smoke circulating in his lungs, the blond-haired youth slowly exhaled.

A wisp of smoke slowly emerged from his nostrils.

Meanwhile, the blond-haired youth's gaze gradually settled on the house from which Youyi had emerged.

Then, he lowered his head and looked at the time displayed on his phone.

"Judging from her appearance, there's probably no one left in this house. After this heist, I can go have some fun. That schoolgirl's taste is truly unforgettable..."

The blond-haired youth revealed a dangerous smile.

He slowly put his phone into his pocket, then took out something with a strange shape.

Not many people know this thing.

Aside from police officers and secret agents, it's estimated that only thieves would recognize it.

Master key.

Although we don't know who invented this amazing device first, it is indeed very useful.

Of course, the master key isn't as magical as described in novels; it won't work on things like electronic locks.

Fortunately, most households don't engage in those kinds of things.

"call……"

He exhaled another puff of white smoke and quickly scanned his surroundings.

During this time of day, the police will not be patrolling this area.

The blond-haired youth hesitated for only a short time before throwing away the cigarette in his hand.

He then stomped on it hard and walked towards the house.

...

"This! How is this possible?!"

Hirayama Ichiya glanced at Tu Xiaohei, who was still fast asleep, in surprise.

Then he looked at the data in his hand with disbelief.

"This type of blood has never been included in the records..."

For the first time in his life, Hirayama Kazuyasu began to doubt his own professional abilities.

Otherwise, this situation would not have occurred.

Suddenly, Hirayama Kazuyasu put down what he was holding and pulled out a seemingly ordinary newspaper from among the messy books on the side.

Hirayama Kazuya frowned deeply, then slowly opened the newspaper, and after reading it, shook his head helplessly.

He casually tossed the newspaper into a corner and stretched.

He turned his head and looked at Tu Xiaohei, who was standing motionless.

"I never expected that you would run into something with a one in seven billion chance."

However, when he said these words, Hirayama Kazuya himself did not realize that he was actually relieved.

Although the probability of this extremely rare blood type occurring is very low.

However, at least it proves that there were no detection errors.

This has actually happened in history, and more than once.

As Hirayama Ichi'an breathed a sigh of relief, the earring on Tu Xiaohei's ear shimmered faintly.

In order to show off their presence.

Then, it disappeared again.

...

"Clang!"

In the dead of night in the city, the sound of lock picking is always so jarring.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and everyone was already quite tired.

So basically there will be no reaction.

The blond-haired youth curled his lip, then bent down slightly.

As a thief, one must naturally get used to walking in the dark.

Reality is not a game.

If you go and steal something from someone with the lights on... then you're not just a thief, you're a robber!

The blond-haired youth's career as a thief was quite long.

Of course, due to several mistakes, he spent some time in jail.

It's just that the amount of money involved by the blond-haired youth was too small, which is why he was released so quickly.

Risk and reward are proportional, right? The young man with blond hair only stole some money. Although his hands were not clean, at least he didn't commit heinous crimes like murder or arson.

In the darkness, the blond-haired youth, guided by his sixth sense, walked into the living room.

Although nowadays most people keep their money in bank cards.

However, quite a few people still choose to withdraw the money from their cards.

And that withdrawn money became his target.

"So lucky!"

After one of his lowered heads, the blond-haired youth's eyes lit up instinctively.

The stack of banknotes was spotted by the sharp eyes of the blond-haired youth.

Although the amount of money wasn't particularly large, it was enough for a thief like the blond-haired youth to live comfortably for quite some time.

"Creak!"

However, just as the blond-haired youth excitedly took out the banknotes, a slight sound came from behind him.

"Could it be... that there's someone else in this house?!"

The blond-haired youth frowned, glanced around, and then hid under the table.

Before long, the blond-haired youth saw a pair of feet that exuded the aura of a middle-aged man appear in his line of sight.

"Gurgle..."

The man seemed to take out a drink from the refrigerator and slowly began to drink it.

The blond-haired youth frowned slightly.

This middle-aged man's smelly feet are really not good.

Fortunately, the man didn't stay there for very long.

After finishing his drink and throwing it in the trash can, the man walked out.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the door closed.

"There really are people here."

The blond-haired youth wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked warily into the dark corridor.