"This time, the thieves mainly targeted the slums, and the amount stolen was generally less than 10,000 yuan. But the thief who went to Chen Wenhua's house last time stole 200 grams of gold. So I think the thief who went to Chen Wenhua's house has a big appetite and wouldn't be interested in Xiao Qian," Jiang Fan deliberately guided the analysis.
Old Wu fell into deep thought.
"So you've got some newfound knowledge?" Chen Wenhua's words were dripping with sarcasm. "Based on this alone, you can conclude that these two cases weren't committed by the same person? That's a bit too simplistic."
Jiang Fan glanced at him calmly, "Who said I'm only good at this?"
"So, you have another analysis?" Chen Wenhua didn't believe him at all.
"Of course," Jiang Fan said decisively, a smirk playing on his lips.
"One more thing, the targets of these two thefts were good people, while the thief last time was robbing the rich to help the poor and punishing evil to promote good."
"You little bastard! Who are you calling names?! You want to die?" Chen Wenhua's forehead veins bulged, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Jiang Fan to the death.
Jiang Fan simply stood there, motionless, quietly smiling as he watched Chen Wenhua.
The meaning is clear: If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself?
Chen Wenhua's raised fist remained suspended in mid-air, not daring to move forward even an inch.
If he dared to give away even a single point, he felt he was giving away not a fist, but a head.
"Don't think I don't know, you're deliberately provoking me, trying to force me to make the first move. Humph! Do you think I'm an idiot? That I'll fall for your trick?"
Left with no other option, Chen Wenhua had to find a way to save face.
Then he looked at Old Wu, " Constable Wu, don't believe him. His analysis just now was complete nonsense. What different targets? I think it's just that the thief happened to choose these two households this time. Maybe the thief will come to my house tonight."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan laughed, a sly glint in his smiling eyes.
"So, Mr. Chen really wants a thief to break into your house tonight? Well then, I wish you all the best."
Since you want to be robbed so badly, he, with his "Great Good Person System," will naturally grant your wish.
Chen Wenhua glared at Jiang Fan with annoyance.
It's late at night.
1 a. m.
Jiang Fan, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, changed his clothes, and quietly left home.
Before long, he discreetly arrived at a place several streets away from Chen Wenhua's house.
His Psychic Power now covers a range of over 1,200 meters, so he doesn't need to get close to Chen Wenhua's house to easily take his own gold.
However, there is a very important point in this process: the wealthy area is not like the slums, where there is a lot of surveillance. So he has to avoid all the surveillance cameras to avoid being caught.
The next second, Jiang Fan released his Psychic Power.
Within the area covered, everything appeared as if it were a transparent structure, and one surveillance camera after another appeared in his perception.
He spun a wisp of his Psychic Power and quickly infiltrated Chen Wenhua's home, opened the safe in the wardrobe, and took out the gold inside.
Now that all the major gold recycling centers have been investigated by the police, Ancheng naturally can't sell this gold.
Jiang Fan had a sudden thought: why not actually rob the rich to help the poor? That way, he wouldn't lose too much, and he could at least gain some points.
Without hesitation, he immediately separated his Psychic Power into several strands, each containing a piece of gold, and sent them to various residents' homes in the slums.
For a while, system notification sounds kept ringing.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have earned 30 points for robbing the rich to help the poor, punishing evil and promoting good.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have earned 30 points for robbing the rich to help the poor, punishing evil and promoting good.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have earned 30 points for robbing the rich to help the poor, punishing evil and promoting good.]
Hearing the praise and the rapidly increasing points, Jiang Fan nodded in satisfaction and headed home.
As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, Jiang Fan abruptly stopped, his hand remaining still as he used his Psychic Power to observe the situation inside the courtyard.
A man wearing a baseball cap and a mask was seen stealthily prying open the door and entering Tang Fugui and Wang Shuqin's room.
After observing for a week, his gaze settled on the bedside table. He tiptoed over, glanced at the couple sleeping soundly in bed, put the table down, and slowly squatted down.
The bedside table was locked. The thief took out a thin wire with a hook from his pocket, slowly inserted it into the keyhole, and easily pried the lock open with just a few turns.
Jiang Fan was quite impressed; the technique was truly impressive.
Before he gained Psychic Power, he might have been envious, but now that he has Psychic Power, he can easily unlock locks with just a thought.
After opening the bedside table, the thief quickly found a wad of cash and some jewelry that could fetch a relatively good price.
However, it wasn't a lot; in total, it only amounted to a little over Great Xia Currency.
"What a penniless wretch!" the thief thought to himself with disdain.
Just as he was about to get up, a gleaming broadsword was suddenly placed against his neck.
This almost scared the thief so much he peed his pants.
"Don't move, or you'll lose your head."
"Gulp!" The thief swallowed hard.
"Spare me... spare my life, I'll put all the money down."
Tang Fugui and Wang Shuqin, who were awakened by the noise, were startled by this scene as soon as they opened their eyes, and were instantly wide awake.
"Xiao Fan, what's this?"
"Mom and Dad, this guy broke into our house to steal something, but I caught him. Don't worry, I'll take him to the Police Bureau."
The next morning.
Old Wu drove over specifically to express his gratitude, " Jiang Fan, we owe you a lot this time, otherwise we don't know when this case would have been solved."
" Uncle Wu, you don't need to be so polite with me. It was just a coincidence; the thief happened to come to my house, and I caught him red-handed."
Hearing Jiang Fan say that, Old Wu found it somewhat amusing.
This thief was incredibly unlucky; of all the houses he could have stolen from, he had to break into Jiang Fan's house, Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice preparing for exam. Wasn't he just courting death?
Just as Old Wu was finding it increasingly amusing, he received an urgent phone call.
"What? Chen Wenhua got robbed again?"
Soon, Old Wu and Xiao Qian arrived at Chen Wenhua's home together.
Chen Wenhua, still in his pajamas, sat dejectedly in front of the wardrobe, staring blankly at the safe that now contained only a single piece of gold.
" Constable Wu, you must catch that heartless thief! That damned thief stole all the gold I hid in my safe!"
Xiao Qian glanced into the safe; the huge safe contained only a single piece of gold lying there all alone.
"That thief is actually quite nice; he could have taken all the gold, but he left you a piece."