Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

"I am not a young knight, but a phantom thief. Remember, I am a phantom thief who has good morals." Xin Ye left these words and waved goodbye. A smoke bomb fell to the ground, and with a "boom", the billowing smoke submerged his figure.

Xin Ye immediately took off his hat, took out a large black cloak to cover his conspicuous white clothes, and used his Qinggong skills to run as fast as he could. He was not worried at all that his wife behind him would not be able to keep up, because they had agreed to run in two directions and finally meet at the inn.

As expected, they easily got rid of the Zheng family's guards and successfully met up at the inn. The two did not immediately count their things, but took out the bathtub stored in the space and took a bath.

They originally planned to take a bath separately, but accidentally took a bath together. They tossed and turned until dawn before they fell asleep in each other's arms, missing out on yet another big drama at the Zheng family.

Time goes back to the early morning hours. After Yan Yiyi and Xin Ye succeeded, Mr. Zheng finally came back to his senses from the smoke that appeared mysteriously and dissipated inexplicably.

He immediately thought of the preview on the note, and his face suddenly changed: "Quick! Butler, take people to the warehouse to check the situation, and the others follow me to the study."

The guards in the yard were tacitly divided into two groups, but the secret guards only protected Master Zheng.

Mr. Zheng's study was relatively close to the courtyard where he lived, so he arrived at the crime scene before the housekeeper. He saw that the door to the study was wide open and there were people lying on the ground, including guards and secret guards arranged by him.

"Go and check on them," Lord Zheng ordered with a serious face. At this point, he became even calmer and ordered another person to go to the study to check.

After checking, the guard came back and reported: "Master, the study is locked, and the doors and windows are closed."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was a golden lock that he had spent a lot of money to make. How could an ordinary thief succeed in stealing it?

After Mr. Zheng checked the golden lock to see if there was anything wrong, he personally checked the doors and windows again. They were indeed tightly closed, with no signs of any human damage.

He took out the key that he always carried with him and opened the golden lock with a "click".

"Squeak-"

When he opened the door, he found the room was pitch black. In the past, servants would go in ahead of time to light the lamps, but now it happened suddenly in the middle of the night, so Master Zheng immediately ordered people to prepare tinder and go in with lanterns to light the lamps.

A guard came in with a tinder ready and a lantern. Although the lantern light was small and could not illuminate the entire room, it was enough to illuminate the doorway. Especially now that it was so dark, the small flame in the large lantern looked particularly bright.

Mr. Zheng, who had been standing at the door, never took his eyes off the room for a second when the guard entered the study with a tinder. Therefore, before others could react, he was the first to notice something strange in his study.

His heart, which had just been at ease, was instantly suspended high. His eyes followed the faint light of the guard's fire to check the situation in the study. Without waiting for the guard to come out and report, he already understood the situation and his face instantly turned as dark as ink.

The guard holding the lantern was horrified. He had been assigned to guard the study before. Although he could not enter the study, he could at least take a glance at some of the furnishings in the room from the door.

Apart from anything else, the master's study will never be an empty room, even mice won't visit!

If the master had not confirmed at the door that this was the important study, he would have thought he had gone to the wrong place!

The guard's face also darkened. Although he was responsible for protecting the master's safety today, his good brother was responsible for guarding the study.

The master's study was quietly emptied by thieves, and the brothers were lying outside, with no idea whether they were dead or alive. If they were just unconscious, whether they would survive after waking up might depend on the master's mood, and the master was definitely not a kind person.

At this moment, his heart felt cold, and the chill spread from his heart to his whole body. It was clearly summer now, but he felt as chilled as if he were in winter.

After walking around the study, the guard came out and reported with his head down, "Master, there is nothing inside."

Mr. Zheng looked gloomy, but he didn't get angry immediately. He waved his hand to signal the guards to come out, and then locked the door again. He turned around and saw the guards lying on the ground, and asked, "What's wrong with them?"

The guard in charge of the inspection came forward to report: "There is no danger to life, and there are no injuries. It seems that they were drugged with a strong drug, which should be colorless and odorless, otherwise none of them would have sent out a signal."

Master Zheng didn't say anything, but they inexplicably felt that the air was a bit suffocating, and the coldness penetrated into their bodies from the back and reached the top of their heads.

"Go to the warehouse." After leaving these three words, Master Zheng strode away with his hands behind his back. The others quickly followed. As for the brothers on the ground, they were neither dead nor injured, and no one dared to meddle without the master's orders.

At this time, the butler came to the warehouse and saw the guards lying on the ground. His heart immediately skipped a beat. He took out a bunch of keys tremblingly, his hands shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease, and the keys collided with each other, making a jingling sound.

Normally, this bunch of keys symbolizes power, and the butler likes the jingling sound of the keys colliding very much. But now this sound seems like a death knell, making the butler terrified.

"Squeak-"

The butler pushed open the door that decided his fate and entered with a lantern. When he saw the empty warehouse, he froze in place with only two words in his mind: It's over.

The guards saw that the butler had been in there for a while without any movement. The guard in charge of checking the brothers' conditions wanted to report the situation, so he poked his head into the warehouse from outside the door.

When he saw this, he was shocked. The warehouse was empty and all the things inside were gone!

Is this something that can be driven out by humans?

Could it be a ghost?

That’s right, I saw a ghost. If it wasn’t a ghost, why would that person who claimed to have done good deeds be dressed so strangely?

Guards are just guards. Their mission today is to protect the life of Master Zheng. Today, the master is safe and sound, so whether the warehouse is lost or not has nothing to do with him.

So, he was just shocked, but soon regained his senses after being surprised, retracted his curious gaze, stood at the door obediently, and called out loudly to the butler a few times inside.

The housekeeper suddenly came to his senses after hearing the voice, and strode out of the warehouse with a serious face: "Let's go and report to the master."

So, the two parties met halfway, and the housekeeper immediately reported the situation of the warehouse to Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng, who already had some guesses, remained calm and said in a deep voice: "I'll go and take a look myself."

Master Zheng came to the warehouse and asked the guards to check on the condition of the guard who had fallen to the ground. He took a quick look at the empty warehouse and then carefully checked the door lock.

There were no signs of damage to the doors and windows, and the situation at the guardhouse was the same as in the study. The methods used in both places were the same, so it could be confirmed that it was done by one person.

Master Zheng clenched his fists, suppressed his anger with a sullen face, his eyes full of murderous intent, and roared with gritted teeth: "Ji, De!"