On the way from the convention to the museum.
Xu Mo also deliberately avoided all the surveillance cameras along the way.
This was the first time since arriving in Sakura Country that he had actively avoided the road surveillance.
Because from now on, for the next few hours, he could not be exposed to surveillance.
Otherwise, all the previous deployments would be wasted.
Ten fifty-eight.
Xu Mo arrived at his destination—the museum.
Because of his previous impersonation as a police officer, Xu Mo was intimately familiar with all the security measures at this museum.
The surveillance cameras, alarms, guards, and even the glass display cases locking up the treasures—Xu Mo had ways to deal with them all.
He prepared for two minutes at the entrance.
During those two minutes, Xu Mo put on a headcover, gloves, and specially-made shoe covers. Then he quietly infiltrated the museum. It was eleven o'clock.
Due to it being nighttime, the museum would have no one present except for the guards.
The surveillance footage would show everything.
If a person was seen in the surveillance, that would definitely be a burglar.
If no one was seen, it meant all was well.
Therefore, the guards did not need to constantly patrol the museum.
They only needed to monitor the surveillance room, then every half hour, send a few people to do a round of checks in the museum.
Until eleven thirty, the surveillance showed no abnormalities.
But according to the regulation of patrolling every half hour, a team of guards still left the surveillance room to check.
However, the guards who left the surveillance room were immediately dumbfounded.
The display cases were empty!
And it wasn't just one empty display case.
All the display cases in the entire museum were empty!
The guards' eyes widened, and they rubbed them hard several times.
For a while, they could hardly believe the scene before their eyes.
But no matter how wide they stared or how much they rubbed their eyes, it was of no use.
Because all the display cases in the museum had indeed been opened, and the treasures inside had vanished without a trace!
These guards were temporary personnel assigned to oversee the museum's security.
They knew the severity of this incident, and after coming to their senses, the first thing they did was report the situation to their superiors.
At the same time, an unmarked truck also left the museum, heading towards the sea.
At twelve oh eight in the morning, Xu Mo avoided the surveillance cameras and returned to that convention.
The convention, which had only started in the evening, was now nearing its end after continuing for several hours.
At this time, most people had left since it was almost over.
The cosplayer girls had also changed into regular clothes to leave the convention and go home, though some were too lazy to change and were ready to go home directly in their costumes.
Xu Mo seized the opportunity and followed a few cosplayers!
However, he hadn't taken two steps before being discovered.
The few cosplayer girls looked at Xu Mo with disgust.
How unlucky.
This pervert again?
They immediately called out.
In an instant, dozens of white knights surrounded them.
Very unfriendly gazes fixed on Xu Mo.
Seeing this, Xu Mo gave an awkward smile.
Under the watchful eyes of over ten people, he turned and left the convention.
He drove back to the hotel, showered, and slept.
A silent night.
...
The next day.
A piece of news shook Sakura Country to its core.
Over a hundred treasures from the museum had vanished overnight!
Countless citizens of Sakura Country were stunned.
Not long ago, a great fire had burned down the Yasukuni shrine, and now the museum's collections had disappeared completely.
One thing after another, would it ever end?
Could it be that Xiba Country did this again?
Hard to say, but most likely yes.
Because the previous incident was related to Xiba Country, and citizens of the two countries had been quarreling online ever since.
Moreover, Xiba Country had a resounding nickname—the Thief Country!
If not them, who else could it be?
...
At the same time.
The museum.
The museum did not open and welcome visitors today but was instead immediately cordoned off by the police.
The person urgently assigned to handle this extremely malicious theft of museum treasures was named Kobe Ichi.
Kobe Ichi had experience investigating many major cases.
He had almost never failed.
"Has the scene been secured?" Kobe Ichi asked the bald-headed man who had been responsible for the museum's security for the past two days.
"After discovering the missing treasures last night, we immediately secured the area. The scene has not been tampered with."
Kobe Ichi nodded, then spoke again.
"Have you collected any traces left by the culprit? Hair, skin fragments, footprints, or fingerprints?"
Upon hearing this, the bald man's expression changed.
If they had collected effective evidence, he could have handled this case himself with his team. Why call Kobe Ichi for help?
He remained silent for two seconds.
The bald man then motioned to one of his officers.
The officer brought over some documents.
Taking the documents and handing them to Kobe Ichi, the bald man explained the situation they had found so far.
"Before you arrived, we carefully checked the museum's floors and collected some hair and skin fragments, but... after examination, they all came from the guards on duty that night."
"We didn't collect any fingerprints, but we did collect quite a few shoe prints. After comparison, most of the collected shoe prints came from the guards on duty, except for one set of footprints..."
As the bald man spoke, Kobe Ichi was also looking through the documents he had been handed.
After briefly flipping through them, Kobe Ichi tossed the documents back to the bald man.
"No need to explain further, that set of footprints is also worthless. Size 48 shoe prints with no tread pattern on the soles—those were either custom-made shoes or custom-made shoe covers. This document is useless. I need to take a look at the scene."
With that, Kobe Ichi strode quickly toward the interior of the museum.
He was not at all worried about contaminating the scene, not even wearing shoe covers or gloves.
Because there was no useful evidence left at the scene.
The hair and skin fragments all belonged to the guards on duty. No fingerprints were collected, and most of the shoe prints were also left by the guards. The only set of unidentified shoe prints had no significant value.
Seeing that Kobe Ichi had already gone in, the bald man immediately led his officers to follow.
"This culprit was very cautious. They must have been fully covered when committing the crime, or else there's no way they wouldn't have left behind any hair or skin fragments," Kobe Ichi said.
Then, he changed his line of thought.
"But there's also another possibility—perhaps there was no culprit at all. The hair, skin fragments, and footprints at the scene could all belong to the guards. In that case, they themselves would be partially suspected. Have those guards on duty been taken into custody?"
"They've all been taken into custody," the bald man said. "My people are interrogating them now, but I don't think it was them. The guards had to patrol, so leaving behind traces is normal."
Kobe Ichi didn't say anything.
He didn't think it was very likely either.
But there was no choice. The only traces at the scene belonged to the guards. Without new clues, their suspicion was the greatest.
After briefly surveying the museum, Kobe Ichi pointed to one of the security cameras directly facing a display case.
"Have you checked the surveillance footage? I just took a look, and there are cameras directly above all the display cases. The culprit taking away the items from the cases must have been captured by the overhead cameras."
On the way from the convention to the museum.
Xu Mo also deliberately avoided all the surveillance cameras along the way.
This was the first time since arriving in Sakura Country that he had actively avoided the road surveillance.
Because from now on, for the next few hours, he could not be exposed to surveillance.
Otherwise, all the previous deployments would be wasted.
Ten fifty-eight.
Xu Mo arrived at his destination—the museum.
Because of his previous impersonation as a police officer, Xu Mo was intimately familiar with all the security measures at this museum.
The surveillance cameras, alarms, guards, and even the glass display cases locking up the treasures—Xu Mo had ways to deal with them all.
He prepared for two minutes at the entrance.
During those two minutes, Xu Mo put on a headcover, gloves, and specially-made shoe covers. Then he quietly infiltrated the museum. It was eleven o'clock.
Due to it being nighttime, the museum would have no one present except for the guards.
The surveillance footage would show everything.
If a person was seen in the surveillance, that would definitely be a burglar.
If no one was seen, it meant all was well.
Therefore, the guards did not need to constantly patrol the museum.
They only needed to monitor the surveillance room, then every half hour, send a few people to do a round of checks in the museum.
Until eleven thirty, the surveillance showed no abnormalities.
But according to the regulation of patrolling every half hour, a team of guards still left the surveillance room to check.
However, the guards who left the surveillance room were immediately dumbfounded.
The display cases were empty!
And it wasn't just one empty display case.
All the display cases in the entire museum were empty!
The guards' eyes widened, and they rubbed them hard several times.
For a while, they could hardly believe the scene before their eyes.
But no matter how wide they stared or how much they rubbed their eyes, it was of no use.
Because all the display cases in the museum had indeed been opened, and the treasures inside had vanished without a trace!
These guards were temporary personnel assigned to oversee the museum's security.
They knew the severity of this incident, and after coming to their senses, the first thing they did was report the situation to their superiors.
At the same time, an unmarked truck also left the museum, heading towards the sea.
At twelve oh eight in the morning, Xu Mo avoided the surveillance cameras and returned to that convention.
The convention, which had only started in the evening, was now nearing its end after continuing for several hours.
At this time, most people had left since it was almost over.
The cosplayer girls had also changed into regular clothes to leave the convention and go home, though some were too lazy to change and were ready to go home directly in their costumes.
Xu Mo seized the opportunity and followed a few cosplayers!
However, he hadn't taken two steps before being discovered.
The few cosplayer girls looked at Xu Mo with disgust.
How unlucky.
This pervert again?
They immediately called out.
In an instant, dozens of white knights surrounded them.
Very unfriendly gazes fixed on Xu Mo.
Seeing this, Xu Mo gave an awkward smile.
Under the watchful eyes of over ten people, he turned and left the convention.
He drove back to the hotel, showered, and slept.
A silent night.
...
The next day.
A piece of news shook Sakura Country to its core.
Over a hundred treasures from the museum had vanished overnight!
Countless citizens of Sakura Country were stunned.
Not long ago, a great fire had burned down the Yasukuni shrine, and now the museum's collections had disappeared completely.
One thing after another, would it ever end?
Could it be that Xiba Country did this again?
Hard to say, but most likely yes.
Because the previous incident was related to Xiba Country, and citizens of the two countries had been quarreling online ever since.
Moreover, Xiba Country had a resounding nickname—the Thief Country!
If not them, who else could it be?
...
At the same time.
The museum.
The museum did not open and welcome visitors today but was instead immediately cordoned off by the police.
The person urgently assigned to handle this extremely malicious theft of museum treasures was named Kobe Ichi.
Kobe Ichi had experience investigating many major cases.
He had almost never failed.
"Has the scene been secured?" Kobe Ichi asked the bald-headed man who had been responsible for the museum's security for the past two days.
"After discovering the missing treasures last night, we immediately secured the area. The scene has not been tampered with."
Kobe Ichi nodded, then spoke again.
"Have you collected any traces left by the culprit? Hair, skin fragments, footprints, or fingerprints?"
Upon hearing this, the bald man's expression changed.
If they had collected effective evidence, he could have handled this case himself with his team. Why call Kobe Ichi for help?
He remained silent for two seconds.
The bald man then motioned to one of his officers.
The officer brought over some documents.
Taking the documents and handing them to Kobe Ichi, the bald man explained the situation they had found so far.
"Before you arrived, we carefully checked the museum's floors and collected some hair and skin fragments, but... after examination, they all came from the guards on duty that night."
"We didn't collect any fingerprints, but we did collect quite a few shoe prints. After comparison, most of the collected shoe prints came from the guards on duty, except for one set of footprints..."
As the bald man spoke, Kobe Ichi was also looking through the documents he had been handed.
After briefly flipping through them, Kobe Ichi tossed the documents back to the bald man.
"No need to explain further, that set of footprints is also worthless. Size 48 shoe prints with no tread pattern on the soles—those were either custom-made shoes or custom-made shoe covers. This document is useless. I need to take a look at the scene."
With that, Kobe Ichi strode quickly toward the interior of the museum.
He was not at all worried about contaminating the scene, not even wearing shoe covers or gloves.
Because there was no useful evidence left at the scene.
The hair and skin fragments all belonged to the guards on duty. No fingerprints were collected, and most of the shoe prints were also left by the guards. The only set of unidentified shoe prints had no significant value.
Seeing that Kobe Ichi had already gone in, the bald man immediately led his officers to follow.
"This culprit was very cautious. They must have been fully covered when committing the crime, or else there's no way they wouldn't have left behind any hair or skin fragments," Kobe Ichi said.
Then, he changed his line of thought.
"But there's also another possibility—perhaps there was no culprit at all. The hair, skin fragments, and footprints at the scene could all belong to the guards. In that case, they themselves would be partially suspected. Have those guards on duty been taken into custody?"
"They've all been taken into custody," the bald man said. "My people are interrogating them now, but I don't think it was them. The guards had to patrol, so leaving behind traces is normal."
Kobe Ichi didn't say anything.
He didn't think it was very likely either.
But there was no choice. The only traces at the scene belonged to the guards. Without new clues, their suspicion was the greatest.
After briefly surveying the museum, Kobe Ichi pointed to one of the security cameras directly facing a display case.
"Have you checked the surveillance footage? I just took a look, and there are cameras directly above all the display cases. The culprit taking away the items from the cases must have been captured by the overhead cameras."
