After selling all the newspapers, the shaggy-legged newspaper boy stood under a street lamp, feeling the slightly heavy coins in his pocket and couldn't help laughing. He wiped his dirty face and looked at a restaurant not far away. After seeing the countless food paintings hanging above the restaurant, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and walked into the restaurant.
But as soon as the newsboy entered the restaurant, the security guard almost beat him out because of his indecent attire. Just when the newsboy was about to dodge in a panic, the security guard suddenly calmed down, became amiable and allowed the newsboy to enter the restaurant. So the newsboy entered the restaurant with a nervous look on his face, ordered a bowl of fried noodles at the bar and started to eat happily. During this process, he saw many other guests in the restaurant reading newspapers, and some guests who were not reading the newspapers seemed to be discussing the contents of the newspapers enthusiastically.
"I saw that... that thief K stole something again."
"Yeah... This is the third incident this month, and it happened in the third city. It's still a fake, and a warning letter was also sent out. It's incredible that they were able to get it." Two ordinary civilians were talking while eating at the table.
"I just don't understand. The first and second times were okay. I didn't believe the thief K's legend and was careless so the things were lost. But what happened the third time? They were notified in advance that they were going to steal things, but they still couldn't keep watch? What are the police doing for a living? We taxpayers' money is used to support a bunch of rubbish! If all the police in the country are like this, Farah will not be a country. No! Parliament must take action! Our police system needs a thorough review!" A political commentator in a suit and tie, surrounded by a group of people, raised a newspaper in his hand, roared with red face, while his audience raised their hands and cheered in agreement.
"Ah... I didn't expect that Miss Phantom Thief's story was actually true. I thought it was a legend from a distant foreign country. After sending a notice, she ignored all obstacles and stole the target treasure. She was strong, confident and elegant... Ah... How suitable for the romantic image of poetry." A young lady wearing glasses and exuding an artistic atmosphere commented while reading the newspaper. A young lady with a similar temperament sitting at the table in front of her refuted.
"Miss Phantom Thief? Mr. K's gender is still completely unknown. No one has ever found out his true identity. Why do you think he is a woman!?"
"Haven't you seen it? Mr. Clement's poem "Deep Blue Dance" directly praises K for her graceful figure, elegant movements, and amazing speed. She was able to survive the pursuit of hundreds of security guards without being touched. She was able to move freely in danger like the wind, and finally was the beautiful woman who could fly away with the sea breeze. He had seen K's appearance at the exhibition of the White Pearl. That was the first appearance of Miss Phantom Thief, and Mr. Clement was one of the first witnesses. Don't you still believe Mr. Clement?"
Facing the rebuttal of the young woman in front of him, the young man righteously attacked her. But the young woman did not seem to give up and continued to attack.
"Mr. Clement's poem does describe Ms. K as appearing in a female image, but this does not mean that she is a woman. The current popular view is that Ms. K is proficient in disguise and casual clothing, and can easily transform into a thousand people and appear in front of the world in a variety of postures at will.
"For example, this time, didn't the newspaper say that the reason why the Albuquerque Museum was robbed at the last minute under the strict guard of the police was because Mr. K disguised himself as a policeman on guard and mixed in with them. There are generally no women in the police force! So Mr. K's gender is completely uncertain. He might be a handsome man!"
"Oh... that's impossible. Mr. Clement has already said that K is a woman. How could she become a man now?"
"You can't believe everything Clement says! Look at his previous poems, there are so many wishful descriptions, I really don't understand how you regard such a guy's poems as treasures. You should probably read the short story "Under the Covering" written by Ms. Yvonne for Mr. K. It shows that Mr. K is a repetitive and changeable character. Under the multiple masks is a lonely and tangled heart. In the end of the novel, Mr. K is described as a man. This is the first novel that describes Mr. K as a man. At the beginning, it was not recognized and was scolded by people, but now more and more people are beginning to accept her point of view, forming a big circle..."
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In the restaurant, people of various identities were discussing the news that happened in the past few days and the focal figure, Thief K. According to their different identities, their topics involved politics, conspiracy theories, science, and economics.
Among them, the only one who didn't care much about Thief K's identity was the newspaper boy who was sitting in front of the bar and eating fried noodles. He didn't care who Thief K was, but he still wanted to thank him, because Thief K's appearance made his newspaper sales much better in recent times, so that now he had some spare money to enjoy a meal in this slightly high-end restaurant, fulfilling his dream for the past few months.
Somewhere in the restaurant, on a seat by the window, Adele, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting here. After looking at the little newspaper boy who had successfully finished his meal at the bar not far away, she turned her gaze to Dorothy who was leisurely sipping tea across the table in front of her.
"I've heard rumors about Thief K a long time ago, but I never thought that such a person would be your subordinate. As expected... such a romantic character needs to have a mysterious and extraordinary background." Adele whispered to Dorothy, and Dorothy continued to speak with a smile.
"Actually, it's not correct to call him my subordinate. I just asked him to help me this time. Before I was promoted, my status was actually similar to his."
Dorothy looked at Adele and responded, and the other party also flashed a look and continued to speak.
"So... Thief K is the bait you prepared? Can this really lure the Dark Gold Society's people into taking the bait?"
"Yes, what the Dark Gold Society members are afraid of is nothing more than a trap specially prepared for them. If the bait is too obvious, they won't take the bait. But from another perspective, if the Dark Gold Society members think that they are not fish, but hunters hiding in the dark, then will their vigilance still be as strong as usual?"
Dorothy said this with a smile, and Adele nodded thoughtfully in response.
"You want them to think you're a predator in the dark? I see... Then when are you going to schedule their predation?"
"Almost. Now that the appetizers are served, it's time for the main course."
Dorothy said so, then she put the teacup in her hand on the table, took out a piece of letter paper from the table beside her, and saw that it had already been written on it, a series of cursive characters.
"Respectfully inform the guards of the Flower Dance City. The rare treasures from the ancient dynasty are imprisoned underground in the palace of the Banquet. I will formally visit the Palace of the Supreme Lord tonight to bring relief to those ancient memories.
"——Thief K"
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