Eight o'clock that evening.
Xie Family villa.
Just after Madam Han's birthday banquet ended, Dong Xuebin's phone began chirping.
Xie Hao was in the living room, tugging at Dong Xuebin and bombarding him with questions. Dong Xuebin had no idea how to answer, so when he heard the phone ring, he immediately used it as an excuse to shake the kid off. He walked over to the window, checked the number, and saw that it was Old Qian, deputy director of the Sixth Division at the Chengxi State Security Bureau Branch in the Capital City. He answered it.
"Hello, Old Qian. It's me."
"Director Dong, you can't do this to us."
"Uh, what's wrong, Old Qian?"
Old Qian gave a wry laugh from the other end. "Don't tell me the Tokyo museum theft was..."
Dong Xuebin broke out in a cold sweat. Of course he could not admit it. "I just saw the news too. How could that be? It had nothing to do with me."
If it had been anyone else, Old Qian would never have suspected them, because nobody else had that kind of ability. But Dong Xuebin was different. Back when he had been deputy director of the General Office, even people from the Municipal State Security Bureau had known his name. Old Qian had personally witnessed his miraculous methods more than once. If others did not know what he was capable of, how could Old Qian not know? It might have been impossible for anyone else, but there was probably nothing impossible for Director Dong. "You went to Tokyo at night, then the National Museum was robbed at noon the next day. An hour later, you flew back to the country. This matter..."
Dong Xuebin said innocently, "Old Qian, you're wronging me. No matter how bold