In an apartment in Paris, Mr. François Truffaut was woken up by the ringing of the phone, rubbed his swelling head, picked up the phone and said, "Who... ↑,"

"Truffer, it's me, Boduane. We have booked a gathering at the auction house at 10 o'clock, so I'll call you in advance to confirm your itinerary." Boduane is the manager of the auction house. He was originally scheduled to have an auction this afternoon. He booked to hand over the collection to the auction house at 10 o'clock in the morning, so he called to confirm in advance.

He looked up at the watch on the bedside table, and at 9:35, François Truffaut was a little stunned. He actually slept so late. He glanced at the woman who was still sleeping next to him, and thought in his mind that he had only done it once last night, so how could he be so tired that he slept until 9:30 in his sleep.

"Sorry, it may be a little later, but you won't miss the afternoon auction." François said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Boduan said politely on the phone.

Francois got up and washed up and dressed. He ignored the woman who was still lying on the bed. He left on his own and drove downstairs to his museum. However, he always wondered why he got up so late for no reason today. He suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

The so-called abnormality will lead to evil. In fact, many people in the world believe this truth.

Come to the museum, "Bono, how was last night?" François said as he walked in.

"Boss, everything is fine. Last night, Victor and his team were on duty. He was on duty today, but when he handed over the shift, he said it was good here." Bono said.

François skillfully opened the electronic lock and asked Bono to go on duty. He walked into the passage and opened the second anti-theft lock with his iris. François walked into the treasure house, and then he was completely stunned. Looking at the empty treasure house, François felt that he had gone to the wrong room.

"Is it because I had hallucinations or the way I opened the door wrong? Why is there nothing in the treasure house?" François murmured to himself. He would never accept this reality. Then he walked out of the treasure house gate, closed it, and then unlocked the iris and entered the treasure house.

"Ah" François, who entered the treasure house again, saw that the treasure house was still empty, and he felt a sense of collapse in an instant and couldn't help but scream.

The security personnel outside the door heard the screams from the treasure house, and Bono quickly walked to the gate of the first electronic lock vault, slapped the door hard and shouted: "Mr. François, are you okay?"

But the answer to Bono was two consecutive screams.

"Mr. Francois, Mr. Francois. Please answer me, or I will call the police." Bono shouted vigorously, slapped the treasure house door.

At this time, the treasure house door was opened, François rushed out and grabbed Bono's collar. His eyes were red and stared at Bono, as if he wanted to eat people, and shouted loudly: "Tell me. Where are my treasures and where are they."

"Mr. François. Please calm down, Mr. François." Bono said.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. Didn't you say that everything is fine? Why are all the treasures in my treasure house gone, all gone?" François cried like a child.

This is the treasure of several generations of their family, which has reached its current scale. This is also one of the capitals on which their family relies for survival. Now everything is over and nothing is gone.

"It's impossible, the treasure house cannot lose things. Last night it was Victor's group responsible for security. He told me that nothing happened at night." Bono said.

"But now nothing is gone in the treasure house, nothing is gone." François had already collapsed on the ground. He was so sad that he could not accept this reality for a moment.

"I, I'll call the police immediately." Bono said, and quickly rushed to the runway monitoring room and pressed the automatic alarm.

The Paris police were not slow and appeared in the museum a few minutes later. However, the situation here made the first group of on-duty police officers who arrived felt very difficult. They quickly notified the headquarters to report on the situation here. The Paris Police Headquarters immediately sent a special investigation team to deal with the case.

Following the police, the reporters from major media in Paris were definitely better than Snoopy’s energy and sense of smell.

The outside of Montparnasse Building was full of police cars, and the Francois private museum on the 50th floor had been completely blocked. These reporters did not get any definite news for a while, but after all, they were people with great powers. One of the reporters privately bribed a museum security staff on duty today and obtained the basic situation through text messages.

A female journalist stood at the entrance of the building with large police cars and French policemen in the background.

"Friends in front of the TV, the 50th floor of the Montparnasse Building behind me is the private museum of the French wealthy businessman Mr. François Truffaut, which contains many precious antique artworks, which are of great value."

"Just just now, we received news that Mr. Truffaut's private collection vault was stolen. According to insiders, the stolen items were of great value. After coming to the museum this morning, Mr. François Truffaut entered the vault alone, and then found that the collection was stolen. The security guard called the police."

"As for what was lost in Mr. Truffaut's private collection, it is unknown now, but we will continue to follow up and report on this treasure trove for you in detail."

When the female reporter talked about this, a commotion suddenly occurred at the gate. Several doctors in white coats walked out on a stretcher and headed towards the ambulance. The reporters around the gate of Montparnasse were all rushing in that direction.

The female reporter quickly said to the camera, "It seems that Mr. Francois has been carried out, let's go up and take a look." As the female reporter took the microphone and ran towards the entrance of the building. The camera followed behind with a shaking stairs.

At this time, the doctors and François were surrounded by reporters. They were originally only a dozen meters away, but it was difficult to go further.

"Mr. Francois, can you accept my interview now? We want to know what treasure you have stolen."

"Mr. Francois, can you tell me how much of your private collection has been stolen and what is worth."

"Mr. François"

"This doctor, Mr. Francois is sick? Can you tell me what the disease is?"

There was a mess on the scene.
Chapter completed!