Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

The pitch-black night…

The time was three in the morning, the time of deep sleep for most people, and also the favorite time for thieves.

A thin wire slowly went into the lock. No need to use too much force; it could be easily opened with skill alone.

Du Lai slowly pushed the door open, his hand clearly sensing something was wrong.

He looked up and found a bulging garbage bag hanging on the door, teetering precariously. If he opened the door with a little more force, the bag would fall and hit him on the head.

He reached out and gently touched it, and it felt like it was filled with liquid, oily, like leftover food and soup.

Du Lai's eyes twitched a couple of times.

But this little obstacle couldn't stop him.

His hands deftly removed the garbage bag and gently placed it on the ground, his movements extremely light.

However, just as he was about to move forward, he discovered that the plastic bag deflated at an extremely fast rate, the soup inside seeping out, carrying a fishy smell of seaweed and dried shrimp, wetting the soles of his shoes.

His brow furrowed, and he looked carefully again, discovering that the ground was covered in thumbtacks!

Not only were there tacks in the entrance, but the entire living room floor was covered in them!

Du Lai: "…"

Damn it, this woman is too ruthless!

It seemed she had been prepared for someone to steal her things.

It was normal to be prepared, after all, those props she had were too tempting.

But to think she could stop him with just these tacks was too naive.

Du Lai quietly swept away the tacks in front of him, and at the same time recalled the mockery Bai Youwei had given him when they first met.

She was right, he was indeed a thief.

But at the same time, he was also a magician.

These two identities occasionally switched, occasionally overlapped, so that he himself was not quite sure whether he was a thief or a magician?

…Whatever.

He continued to walk into the house, moving quickly and lightly, without making the slightest sound.

He opened the bedroom door, and the bedsheets vaguely covered two raised figures. The canvas bag was hanging on a floor-standing clothes rack less than a foot away.

Du Lai's heart tightened, he held his breath, and his movements became even slower, lighter…

He gently lifted the two straps of the canvas bag, pulled it back, and then retreated step by step along the original route—

Trading a puzzle for a prop seemed pretty stupid, but he thought it was worth it.

But if he could get that prop without using the puzzle, he would feel it was even more worth it.

…

Du Lai retreated all the way outside the door, standing in the corridor and silently weighing the canvas bag in his hand. It was bulging and not light.

Was he too arrogant?

To dare to put such important props so casually by the bedside, or was she sure that her traps would work?

Du Lai smiled, picked up the bag, and left with light steps.

He didn't go to his place, but chose the direction out of the city.

Because he didn't want to attract attention, his car was parked in a hidden place. The stars in the night sky were sparse and dim, and he traveled under the stars and moon.

When he reached the intersection, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

—Three in the morning, someone standing in the middle of the intersection.

This was really frightening.

Du Lai's pace slowed down cautiously.

Tonight was cloudy, and the dark clouds blocked the moonlight, making the night dark, and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

He could only tell that it was a tall, thin man, standing quietly not far from him, with unknown intentions.

More likely than not, the visitor was not friendly.

Du Lai stopped without showing any signs, and his mind began to quickly construct an escape route and response strategy.

At this moment, the man spoke.

His voice was like a clear river, calm, gentle, and also cold.

"Is the puzzle on you?"

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