It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

When Lu Yuanshi heard this, the corners of his lips rose slightly and he let out a low laugh.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm not K." Lu Yuanshi said with a smile.

He looked at Xiao Huai and continued to explain, "I'm just familiar with K's methods and guessed that you might appear here."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a certain unspoken sense of understanding.

Xiao Huai realized that there was an inexplicable tacit understanding in Lu Yuanshi's words.

There seemed to be some kind of spiritual resonance between the two of them, and they could understand each other's actions without much words.

"So." Lu Yuanshi smiled calmly beside the bookshelf, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and whispered to Xiao Huai, "As the store manager for a day, what books can I help you find?"

Store manager for a day?

Xiao Huai glanced around and his eyes inadvertently stopped on the covers of rows of books.

There is a small number under the cover of each book, which corresponds to the classification and sorting of the bookstore.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he realized something.

"Is there a book numbered?" Xiao Huai asked softly, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, but deep down he felt that this might be the clue he was looking for.

After hearing this, Lu Yuanshi's mouth corners curled up. Although he didn't say anything, it seemed as if he was hinting that he was right.

If Lu Yuanshi is in another camp now, it is very likely that he is also on a mission.

After a while, Lu Yuanshi found an old book with a slightly faded cover and a familiar number printed on the spine.

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Xiao Huai's heartbeat quickened slightly, and he couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that not only had Lu Yuanshi guessed that he would come here, but K had also laid out this clue a long time ago, waiting for him to come and decipher it.

Lu Yuanshi smiled faintly and handed the book to Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai took the book. The title printed on the cover was simple and plain. It was a history book and looked inconspicuous.

Without saying anything, he just paid and bought the book.

Xiao Huai was about to leave the bookstore, but just as he was about to step out the door, a warm hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Xiao Huai was slightly stunned. When he turned around, he met Lu Yuanshi's gentle yet firm eyes.

He saw a cup of hot soy milk handed to him.

The steam from the soy milk rises gently in the morning light, bringing with it a faint fragrance and a sense of warmth.

Xiao Huai was stunned for a moment, and his gaze shifted from the soy milk to Lu Yuanshi's face.

He was immersed in the task just now, but now he seemed to be wrapped in an invisible warmth.

Lu Yuanshi smiled softly and said, "You looked very bad just now."

Lu Yuanshi knew that Xiao Huai might have eaten something bad.

Beneath that sentence, it seemed as if he was narrating something.

There's no need to be so hard on yourself. Don't forget, I'm always here.

Xiao Huai looked down at the cup of soy milk, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

His hand felt slightly hot as he took the soy milk. The warmth passed through the wall of the cup to his palm, but it was more than just the temperature.

Xiao Huai was silent for a moment, and when he looked up at Lu Yuan, his red eyes looked particularly bright in the sunlight.

The atmosphere between the two gradually softened.

Xiao Huai didn't say much, just nodded slightly, and the fluctuation in his eyes revealed some kind of subtle emotion.

He brought the cup of hot soy milk to his lips and took a sip. The warmth of the soy milk instantly dispelled the fatigue deep in his heart.

"Thank you."

Xiao Huai muttered softly and left the bookstore.

Xiao Huai had just taken a few steps out of the bookstore when his eyes fell on the blond man and another man not far away.

The tall young man was talking anxiously, his brows furrowed, his hands gesturing constantly, as if describing some sudden situation.

Xiao Huai immediately recognized the man as Fu Chuan.

He was now pretending to be a victim of misfortune, and the expression on his face was very real, much better than his acting last night.

"My wallet was stolen just like that. I'm so unlucky!" Fu Chuan said anxiously, his voice revealing suppressed anger and unwillingness.

He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of covering his pocket, his expression exaggerated but natural. "I was just nearby. I might have been bumped into. When I came to my senses, my wallet was gone."

The blond man frowned slightly, listening attentively with a serious expression. "Are you sure it was stolen in this neighborhood? We haven't received any similar reports here recently."

Fu Chuan nodded, a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, "Yes, I'm sure. There are important things in my wallet, please help me find it!"

He kept the emotions just right, neither excessive nor too bland.

At this moment, Xiao Huai just walked over. Fu Chuan's eyes subconsciously swept over Xiao Huai, and there was a very fast flash in his eyes.

As a police officer, the blond man was diligently recording Fu Chuan's description with a serious and focused expression.

He had no doubts about Fu Chuan's identity. After all, Fu Chuan's disguise seemed flawless.

When he looked up and saw Xiao Huai walking towards him, he subconsciously asked, "What were you doing?"

Xiao Huai casually raised the soy milk in his hand and smiled slightly: "I smelled the fragrance of soy milk, so I bought a cup."

The blond man frowned, looking a little confused: "Is there any soy milk for sale here?"

Xiao Huai just smiled faintly, with a look of calmness after fatigue on his face. It was obvious that the soy milk he had just drunk made his complexion much better.

The blond man stared at him for a while, and seeing that he was in much better condition, he didn't ask any more questions.

He continued to deal with Fu Chuan's so-called theft problem diligently, while Xiao Huai still maintained his nonchalant look and secretly observed Fu Chuan's actions.

Fu Chuan thanked the blond man repeatedly, his face still showing a disguised anxiety and gratitude, "Thank you so much, it's such a trouble."

After he said a few words, he hurried away and disappeared around the corner.

A moment later, the breakfast ordered by the blond man was finally served.

He casually called Xiao Huai over and said, "Come here and have some breakfast."

After the two sat down, the blond man couldn't help but glance at Xiao Huai. Seeing that his complexion looked much better, he turned and began to eat his breakfast in big mouthfuls.

Xiao Huai picked up the chopsticks slowly, but he was still thinking about the museum and the Phantom Thief K.

So he asked, "What kind of person do you think K is?"

The blond man chewed for a while, put down his chopsticks, and frowned slightly. It was obvious that this question made him think deeply.

"K?" He said thoughtfully. He was not a high-ranking official, so he just told the truth.

"Actually... I've never seen this guy before. People in our department are always shouting about catching him, but to be honest, we're not the ones who really want to catch him."

Xiao Huai raised his eyebrows, his expression still calm, and continued listening.