Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 113

At one o’clock in the morning, the noisy metropolis fell into a quiet sleep. The lush banyan tree behind the old apartment swayed with the wind under the moonlight, and two sneaky shadows, now hidden in the mottled shadows of the trees, merged with the dark night.

Qiao Wen pulled the eager Chen Canan and told: “There are guards in the apartment, and they should be unusually skilled. You should be careful. It doesn’t matter whether you can find useful things. If something goes wrong, you will run away immediately.”

Chen Jianan was wearing personal sportswear and nodded and said: “Don’t worry, I will act on the spot. I dare not say anything else. I will definitely be the first to run.”

Qiao Wen looked at the dark four-story apartment in front of him, still a little worried: “Pay attention to safety.”

“I know.” Chen Jianan nodded indifferently, and silently dived into the night.

Qiao Wen looked around and stepped back into the bushes behind him.

As a bear kid who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, Chen Jianan has been climbing walls since he was five or six years old. He climbed at least a dozen of the seven or eight-story tenement buildings in the walled city. Now it is almost two years after moving out, because the apartment floor is too high, after Qiao Wen three orders and five applications not to allow him to climb the window, he has a lot less opportunities to practice hand skills, but more than ten years of boy skills, it will not be returned casually.

Although he is a tall man, he is agile and light, climbing on the wall like a huge reptile, but within two minutes, he climbed silently to the fourth floor, then took out a knife and easily opened the window, and slipped in.

This skill is a waste of not being a Jiang Yang thief.

With the moonlight outside the window, you can vaguely see that this apartment is very spacious and the furnishings are very classic. Of course, Chen Jianan has no interest in this, because there is really no artistic aesthetic or taste.

He catted himself and looked around carefully. There were three rooms in the apartment, all of which were closed. According to investigation data, there is a caretaker in this apartment, who should be sleeping in one of them, and the remaining two are the master bedroom and the study room.

When building the villa, he and Qiao Wen learned a little bit of architecture from Master Ouyang, and had a general understanding of house design. They quickly determined the location of the study, touched the door, took out a wire, and inserted it into the door lock. .

The lock in the room is not complicated, his craftsmanship is sufficient. With a small click, like a stone thrown into the lake, the night was broken, and tranquility was quickly restored.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and crept in.

This is a typical study room with a whole wall of bookshelves filled with books, indicating that Zhou Chao is a very knowledgeable scholar, but it is a pity that reading so many books is still doing all the bad things. It can be seen that reading is of no use. . Chen Jianan suddenly found a grand excuse for not studying.

He walked to the big mahogany desk in the room and pried the drawer open.

There were a lot of documents inside, and he couldn’t read it carefully for a while—of course, he couldn’t understand it. He took out the small camera hung around his neck, with a flashlight in his mouth, and glanced at it at will, if he felt suspicious. , Then clicked it.

Qiao Wen confessed that he could take as many shots as he could, and he took a few films to prepare for it.

As I was shooting vigorously, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Chen Jianan opened his eyes, quickly turned off the flashlight, closed the drawer, and hid it under the table.