The day after the mission to catch the thief was completed in Chapter 886, the delegation had one more day of free time.

With his tense nerves relaxing, Lu Qingyang felt a rare moment of leisure that belonged to a traveler.

Old Zhao and Old Sun remained vigilant, but their demeanor was noticeably more relaxed, and they decided to take a stroll around Geneva.

Lake Geneva shimmered with light in the early morning, and a fountain in the distance drew a white jet of water.

The streets are clean and tidy, lined with various shops, whose windows display clocks, acrylic, and exquisite handicrafts.

On the streets of Europe in the late 1980s, people dressed much more brightly than in China, wearing wool coats, plaid scarves, and occasionally a pedestrian could be seen hurrying by wearing a suit with exaggerated shoulder pads, which was the popular style at the time.

Lu Qingyang strolled around casually.

He lingered for a long time in an old bookstore, browsing the prices of some science and technology books.

In a craft shop, he was drawn to a set of exquisite small wood carvings in the window.

Those are animal carvings in the traditional Swiss style: squirrels, foxes, and owls, each no bigger than a thumb, yet incredibly lifelike.

He figured Xiaoyuer would like it, so he went inside to pick one out.

The shop was quiet, with only an elderly craftsman with white hair polishing a piece of wood behind the counter.

Lu Qingyang asked about the price in simple English, and the old craftsman smiled and answered in heavily accented English, even picking up a small deer with particularly delicate carvings, indicating that it was his masterpiece.

Just then, the shop door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

A young woman rushed in and said to the old craftsman in slightly flustered English, "Sir, my rooster! Someone robbed my rooster on the street corner!"

The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with dark brown curly hair, wearing a beige trench coat, and her cheeks were flushed from running and excitement.

Her English had a distinct French accent.

The old craftsman put down his carving knife, frowned, and asked, "Did you call the police, miss?"

"I didn't have time... He ran that way!" The woman pointed to the right side of the street. "There's very important information in the store!"

Lu Qingyang reacted almost instinctively.

He quickly said to Lao Zhao, "I'll go take a look," and then slipped out of the shop.

Just as Old Zhao was about to follow, Old Sun gently pulled him back and whispered, "You stay here, I'll go."

The two worked together seamlessly, with Lao Sun quickly catching up with Lu Qingyang.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street.

Lu Qingyang looked in the direction the woman pointed, and about 10 meters away, a thin figure wearing a dark jacket was walking quickly, and was indeed holding a woman's handbag in her hand.

The man kept looking back as he walked, appearing somewhat flustered.

Lu Qingyang quickened his pace, maintaining a steady speed to approach.

Old Sun followed parallel from the other side of the sidewalk, blocking the fork in the road.

The thief seemed to realize someone was following him and suddenly turned into a narrow alley.

Lu Qingyang followed without hesitation.

The alley was narrow, with high brick walls on both sides, and some boxes of miscellaneous items were piled up.

"Put it down," Lu Qingyang said calmly in English, while blocking the alleyway entrance.

The thief turned around and revealed himself to be a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, with freckles on his face and a flustered yet stubborn look in his eyes.

He brandished the small knife in his hand, the kind of common fruit knife, the blade reflecting the light in the dim alley.

"Don't come any closer!" Shao's voice trembled, her English tinged with a local accent.

Lu Qingyang felt that the nervous child in front of him did not pose a real threat.

"Put this down and leave, or the police will be here soon."

Shao hesitated, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lu Qingyang and the other end of the alley, where Old Sun stood quietly.

Both the front and back are blocked.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Shao suddenly threw the dog on the ground and turned to rush out from Lao Sun's side.

Old Sun stepped aside and simultaneously tripped her lightly with his foot.

Shao stumbled slightly but didn't fall. He ran out of the alley without looking back and quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Lu Qingyang picked up the dumpling from the ground and examined it.

The bag is made of leather and is of good quality. Inside, there is a leather wallet, a pen, a small coin bag, and some women's items.

He couldn't understand what was written in French on the cover of the folder, but judging from the paper quality, the information inside must be quite important.

He walked out of the alley, where the young lady, the old craftsman, and Old Zhao were waiting at the street corner.

The woman visibly relaxed when she saw his hand.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” She took the document, hugged it tightly to her chest, and then said in much more fluent English, “I am Anna Lefebvre, and I work at the UNESCO office in Geneva. These documents… are very important, and it would be a big problem if they were lost.”

She opened the folder and quickly flipped through it to confirm that all the files were there.

Lu Qingyang then noticed that she was indeed wearing a UNESCO badge on her chest.

"It's no trouble at all," Lu Qingyang said simply. "When you walk on the street afterward, you should carry the bag in front of you."

Anna nodded, looking like she was taking notes.

She looked at Lu Qingyang, then at Old Sun and Old Zhao beside him, seemingly trying to determine their identities: "Are you here for tourism? Or..."

"I'm here to attend an academic conference," Lu Qingyang replied rather vaguely.

"Ah, is it that new materials seminar? I've heard about it." Anna's eyes lit up. "My part of the work involves compiling and exchanging scientific and technological contributions. May I ask who you are?"

"Lu Qingyang, a scientific researcher from South Korea."

"Thank you again for your help. If you need any assistance during your stay in Geneva, or if you would like to learn about some local cultural venues, please contact me. This is my way of giving back."

The business card was simple, featuring the UNESCO logo, the name, and the office phone number.

Lu Qingyang politely accepted it and put it in his shirt pocket.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Anna hurriedly left with her arms around her 늵.

She said she had to rush back to the office immediately to deal with these matters.

The old craftsman watched the whole thing from the side, and only then did he speak, saying in his heavily accented English, "Sir, you are very brave. Those thugs have been hanging around this area a lot lately."

He pointed to the small wooden carvings in the shop window, "This is for you, as a token of my gratitude for doing a good deed for our neighborhood."

Unable to refuse, Lu Qingyang eventually paid half price and bought the wood carvings.

The old craftsman carefully wrapped it in exquisite paper and even gave it as an extra gift: a small wooden plaque carved with a scene of Lake Geneva.

After leaving the craft shop, the people continued to stroll around.

Old Sun said in a low voice, "That woman's identity should be legitimate."

Lu Qingyang nodded, carrying a paper bag containing wood carvings and small books.

They sat down at a lakeside café and ordered coffee and simple kimbap.