I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

He pointed to the glass cabinet in the middle of the front hall.

"Of course." Du Ping glanced at him again.

"But," Lu Fangzhou said with a disturbed expression, "but it's too unsafe to put it in the window, what if someone steals it?"

Du Ping snorted coldly: "You can try it."

Lu Fangzhou glanced at Du Ping nervously, seeing that Du Ping was just standing aside with folded arms and looking at him, he hesitated for a moment, walked to the window and wanted to open the door.

However, he pulled and pulled the glass door of the window, but the window door did not move. He pulled it hard again, but the window door remained motionless.

Du Ping still stood aside with his arms folded, and said triumphantly, "The glass frame of this window is specially made, and it can only be opened with fixed palm prints, and the material of the glass shell is so strong that it is impossible to destroy it by violence." He smiled with a slanted mouth: "That is to say, except for the owner of the crown, no one else can take the crown from the window."

86. Flame Hotel 9

◎Fu Bochong's eyes suddenly deepened, and then he turned over abruptly, pressing him under him. ◎

That night, Tan Guangxi and his younger brothers once again gathered in Fatty's basement for a meeting.

Lu Fangzhou took out the specific process of the charity dinner. According to the process, 34 auction items will be exhibited throughout the dinner, and the Crown of Frentina, which is not for sale, will be exhibited at the charity dinner in the form of exhibits.The security measures on the night of the charity dinner were also extremely strict. Not to mention trying to steal the crown, even a needle would be difficult to take away from the dinner venue.

For a while, the younger brothers were a little bit stunned.

Yuan Ye scratched his neck: "The security measures in this venue are so strict, we think it will be difficult for us to get started."

Tan Guangxi frowned and thought: The most important thing now is to get Pei Ye's palm prints, but Pei Ye knows himself, so he can't do it himself, otherwise not only can't get the fingerprints, but it's easy to scare the snake.

The right person to steal the palm prints is of course the nimble Xing Duo, but...

Sure enough, the next moment, the voice in his head sounded in time:

[I know that the most suitable candidate is of course Yuan Ye who has the reputation of being a thief. 】

Tan Guangxi raised his eyebrows: All right.

Yuan Ye was a little surprised: "Boss, it's okay if you let me fight, but I can't steal!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the voice in his head began to resound over and over again:

【I know that this task belongs to me, so I immediately agreed without hesitation. 】

【I know that this task belongs to me, so I immediately agreed without hesitation. 】

……

Yuan Ye: "OK... let's go."

Yuan Ye's pace was quite fast, and he brought back the glass used by Pei Ye early the next morning.

The fat man was wearing gloves, holding a pair of eyes on his face and holding a glass under the light for a long time, then finally shook his head: "No, the palm part is so damaged that it can't make up the complete palm print."

Yuan Ye was a little depressed: "This is already the clearest palm print I have ever selected."

The fat man made a gesture of spreading his hands.

Yuan Ye had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll look for it again."

Two days before the charity dinner.

Tan Guangxi and a group of younger brothers gathered in the basement again.

Yuan Ye came late carrying a sack, and the fat man couldn't help but ask first, "How is it? Did you get the things?"

Yuan Ye nodded, put down the sack in his hand, and took out everything in the sack: crumpled cigarette butts, crumpled disposable paper cups, half a broken glass, a ball of napkins, A finished Red Bull can... piled on the ground like a hill.

The fat man's face was livid: "What's the matter, old Yuan, have you changed your career to sell scraps?"

Yuan Ye's face was not very good-looking: "Why don't you try to collect palm prints?"

Xing Duo picked up an empty soda can with two fingers in disgust: "But can this thing work?"

"You have to try if it works," Tan Guangxi said, "Fatty." He raised his chin towards the fat man, "Take it and spell out the palm prints."

The fat man was full of disgust, but he still put on gloves and used tweezers to pick up all the garbage piled on the ground into sealed bags, and then entered the laboratory next door.

A few hours later, Xing Duo wandered into Fatty's laboratory while eating cup noodles: "How is it? Have you spelled it out?"

The fat man didn't lift his head: "Where can it be so fast."

Xing Duo poked his head over to look: "How far is it? When will the fight be over? Tomorrow is the last day!"

He didn't babble, but the aroma of the cup noodles in his hand continued to penetrate into the fat man's nose, and the fat man was so annoyed that he stretched out his hand and waved at him: "Go, go, go, don't bother me. "

Xing Duo flexibly dodged his pushing, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. When he reached the door, he seemed to think of something, then stopped and turned his head and asked, "Why don't I make you another cup of noodles?"

"roll!"

The fat man stayed up all night and finally spelled out Pei Ye's palm prints.While yawning, he transmitted his palm prints to Lu Fangzhou at the hotel venue.

Tan Guangxi immediately dialed Lu Fangzhou: "Fangzhou," he said to Lu Fangzhou on the other end of the phone, "you can find a chance to try it when there is no one around, and you must make sure that the palmprint can be opened. window."

Lu Fangzhou was straightforward: "Got it."

After Tan Guangxi hung up the phone, he clapped his hands to the other younger brothers: "Come on, everyone is in good spirits," he said with a smile on his lips, "The show is about to begin."

Fatty Xing Duo and others started the last simulation exercise. Everyone was skillful in their movements and division of labor and cooperation.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the charity dinner to arrive.

Tan Guangxi did not distinguish between day and night for several consecutive days, and he was a little sleepy at this time. He yawned and said to his younger brothers: "Everyone, go back and catch up on sleep."

Several younger brothers also yawned again and again, stood up and stretched their waists and walked out.

At this moment, Tan Guangxi's cell phone rang suddenly.

He picked it up and saw it was Lu Fangzhou.

Tan Guangxi picked up the phone: "Fang Zhou."

Lu Fangzhou on the other side of the phone spoke in a hurry: "Boss, there is something wrong with the palm print."

Tan Guangxi regained his energy immediately: "What's the problem?"

"The unlocking palm print on the window is not Pei Ye's." Lu Fangzhou paused: "It's Fu Boxong's."

Yuan Ye almost ran away: "Why does the palm print belong to Fu Bochong?!"

Originally, I thought that everything was ready, but I never expected that there would be a mistake in the middle, but now I am going to get Fu Bochong's palm print temporarily, and I am afraid that it will be too late in all likelihood.

Xing Duo was relatively calm: "Because the hotel belongs to Fu Bochong." He turned his head to look at Yuan Ye: "We originally thought that Pei Ye's crown was stored, so the unlocking palm print must belong to Pei Ye. The unlocking palm print is connected to the hotel's security system."

"It's too late for Yuan Ye to go now." Tan Guangxi, who had been silent all this time, picked up his mobile phone and called Lu Fangzhou: "Fang Zhou, go find a way to get Fu Bochong's palmprint."

A few hours later, Tan Guangxi received a call from Lu Fangzhou: "Boss," Lu Fangzhou's voice on the other side of the phone hesitated: "Fu Bochong is always surrounded by bodyguards, and it is difficult for others to get close. Steal a water glass that he used, but I don't know if he is a clean freak or a workaholic, I have never seen him use something from a restaurant..." His tone was a little anxious: "There is a banquet in the hotel tonight, I asked When he will also participate, you should quickly think of a way, or it will be too late."

Tan Guangxi hung up the phone with a slightly gloomy face.

The fat man shook his head aside: "Don't say you can't get the water glass he used, even if you can get it, it's useless." Seeing that several other people were looking at him, he shrugged: "Don't forget Pei Ye The palm prints of Fu Bochong were barely pieced together by relying on a lot of garbage, how could it be possible to find so much garbage that Fu Bochong used in such a short period of time."

When he said this, the faces of the others also sank.

Several people were silent for a long time, and finally the fat man said again: "Actually, there is another way." Others cast their eyes on him, and the fat man curled his lips: "But the difficulty is no less than finding a sack of garbage used by Fu Bochong. "

Ten minutes later, the fat man took out an ordinary-looking shirt from the storage room in the laboratory, and Xing Duo was confused: "What is this?"

"I bought this from a friend when I bought the fingerprint collector before." He shook off the neatly folded shirt: "Don't look at it, it looks like an ordinary shirt, in fact, the cloth in it is Covered with countless light-sensitive fibers, as long as the palm touches it," he said, pressing his palm on the shirt, a clear palm print immediately appeared on the computer screen beside him: "The fingerprints of the contact can be collected remotely. .”

"Damn it," Yuan Ye couldn't help but swear, "This is too fucking high-tech!"

The fat man shrugged: "Anyway, they are in the system, and the teacher who writes the question has the final say on how high-tech they are.

"However, there is one thing to pay attention to," the fat man continued: "If you want to obtain complete and clear palm prints, the entire palm must be in contact with the surface of the shirt, and the contact time should not be too short, so that the light-sensing fibers can collect clear images." sample."

Xing Duo frowned: "This thing is awesome, but how can I collect Fu Boxong's fingerprints? Express the clothes to him for him to wear?"

"That's not easy," Yuan Ye said: "Let the old road wear it, and pretend to stumble or fall when passing by Fu Bochong, and wait for Fu Bochong to subconsciously reach out to help him! Wouldn't the palm prints be collected?"

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