Zhang Junping followed the old man's car unhurriedly and finally arrived at an old apartment in the suburbs.

Zhang Junping stopped the car far away and looked around. He saw no one, no cameras or anything that should not appear in this era.

Then he pushed the bicycle into the trees on the roadside and put the bicycle into the museum space.

Then he quickly approached the apartment.

This is a very old six-story apartment. The walls are starting to peel off. It looks like it has a history of more than a hundred years.

The old man had just parked his car and glanced at Zhang Junping, who was walking over, but didn't pay attention.

Zhang Junping was carrying an easel and drawing board on his back at this time, and he was dressed like an artistic young man wandering around sketching.

"Sir, are there any houses for rent here?" Zhang Junping asked the old man with a smile.

"Go over there and ask!" The old man pointed in a direction and then went directly to the stairs.

"Thank you!" Zhang Junping shouted loudly from behind.

After waiting for a minute, there was the sound of opening and closing the door in the cave.

"First floor!" Zhang Junping smiled, turned around and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.

They come, the security.

Zhang Junping found a place with good scenery, set up the easel, fixed the drawing board, clamped the oil painting paper, and started painting.

From this location, you can just see the exit of the apartment.

Zhang Junping was creating while monitoring the old man.

At noon, I took out two burgers and a glass of ice-cold Coke from the museum space, finished my lunch, and continued to create.

Until the evening, the old man did not come out again.

Zhang Junping pretended to pack up his easel and leave, but he actually hid around a corner.

Find a place with leeward wind, wrap up your clothes, lie on the ground, close your eyes and meditate.

It wasn't until about 11 o'clock at night that Zhang Junping got up, found a hood and put it on.

Then we came to the old man’s home.

I listened at the door, but there was no movement inside.

I went outside the window and looked in. There were curtains on the window, so I couldn't see inside, but it was pitch black inside.

He must have fallen asleep.

The door couldn't be opened, so I had to find a way through the window.

Take out a glass knife from the space, lightly draw a few times on the window, and take off the glass.

Then reach in and open the window.

Zhang Junping jumped into the house.

After waiting for a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he stood up and slowly walked to the bedroom.

The old man drank wine and was sleeping soundly.

Zhang Junping walked over and pressed on the old man's neck for a while, causing the old man to fall into a coma.

Now, the thunder probably won't wake the old man up.

Just turn on the lights in the room.

This is a small room, only seventy or eighty square meters.

The structure of the living room, kitchen, toilet and bedroom is simple and clear at a glance.

Zhang Junping discovered the problems in the house at a glance.

There is a mezzanine here.

However, because the old man often took oil paintings from inside to sell them, the mezzanine was damaged and very eye-catching.

The old man hung an old carpet on the wall to cover it up.

Ordinary people may not notice or imagine that there is a mezzanine behind it.

But Zhang Junping had long known about the existence of the mezzanine, so it became easier. The carpet actually provided him with guidance.

Take off the carpet and there is a door blocked with bricks.

It turns out that some concealment work was done and the same paint was applied to the other walls, but now the old man has opened it again.

Just block it with bricks.

After taking away the bricks, Zhang Junping discovered that it was not a mezzanine but a room with the door blocked.

The original layout of two bedrooms and one living room has become one bedroom and one living room.

There was no electric light in the room inside, so Zhang Junping could only take out a flashlight.

I was stunned immediately.

There was a pile of mirror-like items wrapped tightly in brown paper stacked in the room.

Judging from the shape, you can tell that this is where you are going to find those oil paintings worth one billion euros.

There is no way to check exactly how many there are.

The entire room, with only a small space at the entrance, is filled with oil paintings stacked from the ground to the roof.

Zhang Junping was naturally not polite and directly waved his hand and put away all the oil paintings in the room.

In a burst of dust, Zhang Junping exited the room.

"Holy crap! What kind of bullshit did you analyze before?

If it weren't for my luck, damn it, it's the other way around, it would be weird if I could find it." Zhang Junping cursed secretly.

What's near the palace? It's dozens of miles away from the palace.

After getting the things, Zhang Junping glanced at the old man who was still in a coma.

In another world, an antique dealer left him a painting for his retirement.

In this world, oil paintings are not left to him, as they are prone to disaster.

From the space, he took out a few diamonds and a dozen gold necklaces and placed them on the old man's bedside.

These things should be enough if you save some money.

Zhang Junping thought this and left the apartment.

Three chapters in one.

I read it today and some people said that posting a big chapter is to prepare for less updates in the next step.

I just want to say that I now write full time.
Chapter completed!