The road was too bumpy and the cars were noisy, so the other party didn't dare drive too fast.
Wang Shuning followed far behind on his bicycle, his back covered in sweat, his breathing subconsciously slowed down, and his big, rolling eyes dared not blink for fear of losing him.
It was dark and I couldn’t see clearly. The surroundings were very unfamiliar.
The car in front slowed down, and she immediately put her foot down, stopped, and dodged to the side.
The car turned left and Wang Shuning trotted to the door. Isn’t this the sentry box in front of Alley 72?
They hide the antiques they bought in there?
At this time, the car had disappeared. Wang Shuning quietly walked in and started looking for it, and finally saw the car at the door of a warehouse.
They were moving things inside.
After they moved out, Wang Shuning walked over and found that the door was locked.
Go around the main entrance and there are windows at the back of the warehouse.
I looked inside through the window, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. I was sure that there was no one inside.
Not long after, the car came back and they were still moving things. They must have made another trip to the scrap yard.
Seeing that no one came out, Wang Shuning hid under the window. When he opened his eyes, he saw someone with his back to the door, holding a notebook and a pen, writing something down.
Wang Shuning took a deep breath, untied her hair and draped it in front of her face, slowly approached the door, jumped in quickly, and disappeared in half a second.
"Ah." A Lighthouse Countryman shouted.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?" His companion covered his mouth with a hoarse voice, "Don't shout."
The hand gradually loosened his mouth, and the other person's chest rose and fell in fear. "I just seemed to see the ghost that the Chinese people talked about."
"What nonsense! God will bless us. Register and leave quickly. We will transport it to Shenzhen and Guangzhou in two days by carriage. The ship has been arranged."
The man rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Am I too sleepy and my eyes are blurry?"
The two locked the door when they left, and after the surroundings became quiet, Wang Shuning flashed out of the space.
There were many large boxes neatly arranged in the huge warehouse. When he walked over, the boxes were as high as Wang Shuning's belly.
I opened one of them and it was full of small boxes.
When you open it again, you'll see exquisite porcelain and some anti-collision straw.
Wang Shuning's heart beat faster and he was very excited. There must be more than just things from the scrap yard here. There were also things they bought from other places.
With a powerful wave of his right hand, all the things in the warehouse disappeared from their original places and moved into the space.
Then she unbolted the window and jumped out.
As soon as I ran to the door, the car came back, followed by several bicycles and two motorcycles.
Dozens of flashlights illuminated the road ahead. Wang Shuning was frightened and squatted down quickly. Why were there so many policemen?
They ran towards the warehouse. Wang Shuning left decisively, took out his bicycle and ran quickly, with sweat dripping down his chin. The two Lighthouse people must have been discovered, and the police were here to catch them.
The door of the warehouse was kicked open by someone from the outside. It was completely empty, and not even a mouse could be seen.
Ji Shaoguo stared at the two Lighthouse people with a serious face and asked, "Where are the things?"
The two people from the Lighthouse Country were confused. Where were the things? How could everything in the warehouse be gone?
The yellow-haired lighthouse man struggled hard and shouted at Ji Shaoguo: "What are you? You can arrest people at will. I want to go to the embassy to file a complaint."
Another person immediately responded, “Yes, we want to appeal.”
Ji Shaoguo threw the notebook in his hand at them with force, his eyebrows waving. "Just now at the scrap yard, you said clearly that you secretly bought antique calligraphy and paintings. This notebook was searched from you. Do you know that those old things cannot be bought or sold? Once found, they must be destroyed immediately."
The Lighthouse Countryman waved his hands vigorously. "We didn't say anything just now. You framed us. You said we were buying antiques. Where are those things? We just wrote this book casually. There is nothing in this warehouse. If you have the ability to find the things and they match the book, we have nothing to say."
Ji Shaoguo's face was full of anger.
The subordinate hurried in from outside and whispered in his ear tremblingly: "The owner of the scrap yard ran away?"
Ji Shaoguo's eyes widened, and he dragged the man outside the warehouse, scolding him: "How could he run away? Didn't I ask you to take him back to the police station and lock him up?"
The subordinate's legs were shaking. "Three masked men suddenly rushed out from the road and beat Xiao Guo and me. It was too sudden. By the time we stood up, the people had been rescued."
Ji Shaoguo was speechless. "You are the police. You can't catch several people. You might as well take off your police uniform and go home to beg for food."
The subordinate lowered his head timidly.
Ji Shaoguo felt a breath stuck in his chest and turned back to the warehouse to continue interrogating the two Lighthouse people.
Then, they searched all the warehouses in the surrounding area, but did not find the antiques. Instead, they found a lot of black market goods.
Alley No. 72 was bustling all night long.
After returning home, Wang Shuning couldn't fall asleep until dawn. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep. He was really scared last night.
In the police station.
The superior called Ji Shaoguo to his office and said, "Those two people must be released."
Ji Shaoguo refused, "Director, it's clearly written in the record book that they bought it."
Director: "The main reason is that we didn't find anything. They are not Chinese. The head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs just called and said that as long as we don't catch them with the stolen goods, we can't detain them. We have finally reached a truce with North Vietnam. It's no good to argue with the Lighthouse Country at this time. It's not like you didn't get anything last night. It's also a great achievement if you turn over the food, tobacco and alcohol hidden in the warehouse."
Ji Shaoguo was feeling very anxious. "Director, the owner of the scrap yard was rescued, and none of the old items they traded were found. There must be a lot of accomplices who just ran away like that. I don't accept it."
The director reached out and patted his shoulder. "It's not good for us to destroy those old things. The situation has been much looser in the past two years than in the past few years. Don't be too serious. Release those two Lighthouse people quickly."
Ji Shaoguo walked out of the office and unbuttoned his collar impatiently. He looked up and found his mortal enemy standing not far away, looking at him. His expression changed rapidly, "Wen Mingguo, you said you slept all day in the bureau. You didn't say a word about such a big thing last night. But your team is full of losers. It's normal that you can't get any information."
Wen Mingguo glanced at him nonchalantly, "Captain Ji is physically disabled but mentally strong. I can't compare to him. You must be exhausted after staying up all night. Look at the dark circles under your eyes, they are heavier than the muzzle of a gun. Even if you are young, you have to take care of yourself. I see that you look a little weak."
After saying that, he walked over slowly with the teacup in his hand, completely ignoring Ji Shaoguo.
Ji Shaoguo was so angry that his face turned grim. He turned around and shouted, "Who are you calling weak? Drinking hot water in the middle of summer and soaking wolfberries, who is weaker than you?"
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