The words of Director Wu were so forceful that even the thief couldn't help quivering. The sweat on his head flowed even faster and the expression on his face became even more painful.
"Director Wu, this person isn't here to steal from Boss Yuan. Boss Yuan found him stuck here," Huang Ling explained hurriedly.
After all, if she didn't explain, Director Wu would have taken off his shoes and prepared to climb up and drag the thief down himself.
"Ah?" Director Wu and the aunties that were preparing to hold the thief up were all stupefied.
"He's not here to steal from Boss Yuan? He's stuck here? "Director Wu stood up and looked at the thief while thinking seriously.
"He's indeed not here to steal from my restaurant," Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
"I know. This thief is definitely here to steal from Painter Wu. I heard his paintings are very valuable," the aunty who had gotten up early to buy vegetables said immediately.
"I guess so. Hurry up and get down. You can't steal from anyone on this street," Director Wu pointed at the thief and said forcefully.
"Huang Ling, call the police," after saying that, Director Wu turned his head and said to Huang Ling.
"Ok," Huang Ling took up her phone and prepared to continue dialing.
"No need. I have already called the police. I've been stuck for a long time," just at that moment, the voice of the thief came from above.
The street was very quiet in the morning. However, after the vigorous voice of Director Wu, two more shops were opened. Several neighbors also came over to watch the bustle. They were originally discussing the safety issues of the street in a low voice and it was a little noisy.
Once the thief said that, however, the street was instantly as quiet as a chicken. After three seconds of silence, a burst of laughter broke out.
"Hahahaha. Ouch, my stomach hurts."
"Exactly. The thief called the police himself. A thief called the police himself."
"Look, he's still holding his phone. Maybe he really called the police."
"Who would believe a thief who called the police himself? How could there be such a stupid thief in this day and age? He stole something and then called the police himself."
Waves of ridicule came one after another. Even Yuan Zhou looked at the thief suspiciously, while Director Wu snorted disdainfully and didn't believe it at all.
However, the thief's already red face turned even redder. He did not emphasize that he had also called the police. He struggled a few more times, causing the slide to shake.
"Aren't they the police?" Just as the onlookers were laughing at them, the middle-aged woman suddenly pointed at the two people walking over from the intersection and said.
The onlookers first looked in the direction of the street entrance, then in the direction of Yuan Zhou and Huang Ling.
"I didn't bring my phone," Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"I … I haven't had the time to do it," Huang Ling stuttered.
"Me neither." Director Wu frowned and looked puzzled.
"It seems like he really is a police officer."
"Is this thief telling the truth?"
"The thief called the police himself?"
"Oh my God, this is even funnier. A thief called the police himself."
As the police walked in, the onlookers' expressions became strange. After all, this was unheard of.
"What's the matter? Time for breakfast?" Just as the police walked in, the window on the second floor opened. Wu Hai, with his messy hair and neat beard, poked his head out and asked.
"There's a thief." Yuan Zhou gestured to Wu Hai to look at the slide.
"Huh?" Wu Hai was a little puzzled. He lowered his head and looked at the slide and found there was indeed a person there.
"What's this? Go down quickly." Wu Hai knitted his brows and looked at the thief.
"I, I'm stuck." After saying that, the thief closed his eyes and dared not look at Wu Hai or down.
"Stuck? So troublesome. "While saying that, Wu Hai retracted his head. It seemed that he was preparing to go downstairs.
"Everybody, please make way. Where's the person who's stuck?" The police walked to them. They were the same old and young policemen who dealt with the fake money last time.
"Up there." Yuan Zhou directly pointed at the slide.
"Police comrade, this thief is definitely here to steal the paintings. Our painter Wu's paintings have won glory for our country in exhibitions every year." Director Wu immediately went up and said to the police.
"Okay. We got it." The old policeman said.
"Come down. What are you doing up there?" The young policeman stood at the bottom of the slide and glared at the thief above.
"I'm stuck. Please help me down. I've been stuck for several hours." The thief spoke for a long time this time. One could even hear the sobbing in his words.
"Should I inform the fire department?" The young policeman frowned and looked at the strange posture of the thief. Then, he lowered his head and asked the old policeman.
"Let's inform them. We can't get him down anyway." The old policeman nodded his head.
"No need. The cover can be opened." Wu Hai walked down the stairs in his sportswear and said while walking.
"How do we open it?" The young policeman asked.
"Climb up and it will be opened." Wu Hai said.
"I have a ladder here." As soon as Wu Hai said that, a shop owner at the side immediately carried a ladder over.
After the ladder was carried over, the young policeman climbed up without hesitation. Following Wu Hai's instructions, he opened the cover.
As soon as the cover was opened, the stuck thief immediately slid down along the slide with a sound of "Zi Zi". However, he couldn't stand up even after he got down.
After all, his posture was too weird. One of his legs was curled up in front of his chest. Now, he was directly numb and collapsed on the ground.
"Take out your ID card and tell me about the police report." The old policeman took the notebook and said solemnly.
"Get up." The young policeman pulled the thief's arm. Firstly, he was afraid that the thief would run away. Secondly, he really couldn't stand up.
"Yes. It's like this." The thief looked around with a flicker in his eyes and prepared to say.
"Don't deny it. Our street has long been installed with surveillance cameras. If you dare to lie, we'll know after watching the surveillance cameras." Director Wu said solemnly.
"I … I just want to go to Painter Wu's house to have a look." The thief said in a low voice.
"Humph. Just steal. Don't make it sound so nice." Huang Ling said discontentedly.
"Exactly. You are probably going to steal the paintings."
"Exactly. Don't try to deny it. The surveillance cameras here are all high definition. No matter how dark it is, we can still see your face."
"Actually, why did you climb the slide? That Painter Wu never locks the door when he sleeps." The middle-aged woman obviously knew Wuhai well.
"Um. I need to go out early for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Just when the middle-aged woman said that the policeman and the thief were stupefied, Wuhai nodded his head and said.
"He doesn't lock the door?" The thief looked at Wuhai with a shocked expression.
"Yes. Troublesome." Wuhai straightforwardly nodded his head.
"Wait. Isn't that your art studio above Painter Wu?" The young policeman couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Wuhai nodded his head with an indifferent expression.
"He doesn't lock the door or close the window." Yuan Zhou added.
"Hua La." On hearing that, the thief collapsed on the ground again.
"Tsk-tsk. Poor thing. It seems this thief is new here. He doesn't even know that Painter Wu never locks the door."
"Exactly. I thought he was stealing from Boss Yuan and then climbed up because he was afraid of being caught. Who knew he was actually stealing from Painter Wu."
"Stealing from Painter Wu doesn't need to climb the slide. He can just walk through the door."
"Exactly. Why would he need the policeman to come and save him if he got stuck?"
The thief and the policeman's ears were filled with the ridicule of the onlookers. Then, the thief's face turned red and white for a while before he fainted.
"He might have been stuck for too long and the blood supply to his brain was insufficient." Yuan Zhou concluded.
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