Eckart turned to Kieran, his widened eyes showing curiosity, questions, and … a sense of defeat.
After becoming the deputy director of Rain City TV Station, Eckart thought he was a successful man with a lot of knowledge and experience, but after getting to know the person before him, he realized his experience and knowledge were not enough. Following Kieran around, he always saw unexpected things.
The fact that Pol Nelson was related to the dead bodies before him had already shocked Eckart.
He thought it would be the biggest highlight of the show tonight.
As a matter of fact, he was right.
When Pol Nelson, the curator of Rain City Museum, admitted that he hired these people to steal the Curseman Vase, the viewership of the 'shaman' show skyrocketed.
After receiving Kieran's signal, Eckart changed the recording to a live broadcast.
He used some of his authority as the deputy director.
However, the results were obvious.
Although he didn't have the most direct data, Eckart already received more than one text from his new assistant.
Once again, he succeeded.
His success was closely related to the shaman before him.
He knew what role he played between the two of them, and he knew what he should do, just like how he would never give up on making the 'shaman' show even more popular.
After a few quick breaths, Eckart adjusted his emotions and raised the microphone.
He tried his best to make his voice steady and clear.
"W-What did they say?"
Although Eckart was prepared, whenever he mentioned 'they', he felt a little unnatural, and his voice started to tremble uncontrollably.
His trembling voice entered the audience's ears through the microphone.
They seemed to be infected by the trembling voice, and they couldn't help but shiver as well. Their eyes were glued to Kieran's figure on the screen.
They were waiting for an answer.
The unknown didn't just bring fear.
It also brought curiosity.
Both of them were like twining vines, not only growing together, but also tightly connected.
Kieran didn't answer Eckart right away.
He looked down and carefully inspected the bodies on the floor.
He had seen four of the seven corpses before. When he bought a ticket to enter the Rain City Museum in the afternoon, these people had glared at him viciously because he had tripped the skinny man.
The remaining three corpses were unfamiliar, and they were different from the other four corpses.
Both sides were wearing similar black camouflage outfits and the tools on their bodies were similar as well. However, the three bodies had obviously been rummaged through. Kieran didn't even need to activate [Tracking] to confirm it. After all, Kieran had a lot of experience in cleaning up the battlefield and his sharp senses far surpassed others.
This difference quickly attracted Kieran's attention.
Inside the Rain City Museum, the most valuable Curseman Vase was right in front of him, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he went to look through the bodies of the three thieves.
Moreover, there were no other items missing from the museum.
In other words …
"To cover up?"
"In order to mislead people into thinking the two groups of thieves were one, they took away the same tools and mixed the bodies around the Curseman Vase.
Kieran squinted his eyes and shone brightly.
Then, he bent down to check the bodies carefully.
Two to three seconds later, he looked up.
"I knew it!"
Kieran thought in his heart, but his face didn't show it. Instead, he said with his coarse and heavy voice, "Comrades."
"Comrades?"
Eckart's thoughts obviously couldn't keep up with Kieran's words. He looked at Kieran blankly.
However, Kieran didn't have the intention to answer. He turned around and walked out of the museum.
If Kieran's guesses were correct, he would have to hurry up.
Eckart quickly followed Kieran's back as he watched him leave.
The film crew followed, but after a few steps, Kieran's voice sounded.
"Lights off!"
Without a second thought, Eckart signaled the lighting technician to do as he was told.
The bright lights were turned off right away.
However, for the brightly lit museum, it didn't change anything.
The police siren broke the silence of the night.
Unlike the alarm in the museum, the police siren was more intimidating. It made the skinny man, who was waiting anxiously in the car, shrink his neck.
In the afternoon, he didn't even spare a glance at the security guards.
He didn't even lower his head when he was dragged into the security room.
When he was questioned briefly and left the security room, he was even more arrogant.
He knew he was just trying to evade a ticket, it wasn't a big deal.
However, it was different this time. He wasn't trying to evade a ticket, and the people he was facing were no longer the security guards.
The skinny man was curled up in his seat, bending his back and lowering his head. His chin was pressed tightly against the steering wheel, his eyes looking outside through the gaps of the steering wheel.
When he saw a couple of police cars approaching, he almost curled up in his seat.
Even though it wasn't the first time he did something like this, it was the first time he faced the police.
After a few similar burglary experiences, the skinny man started to think highly of himself. After scaring off a few common people, he thought he was brave and fearless.
Before he saw the police cars, he didn't even care about the police.
But when the police car appeared, he realized that his "courage" had disappeared in an instant.
All that was left was fear from the bottom of his heart.
Fortunately, he didn't forget his duty.
The car didn't turn off the engine or turn on the lights, and it quickly turned into the alleyway on the other side of the museum.
Unlike the escape route that they took if they succeeded, the escape route that they took if they failed was more hidden.
Without the Curseman Vase as a restraint, they had reason and conditions to leave the museum in a more hidden way: the sewers.
Rain City Museum's sewer system was independent for safety reasons, but as long as one put in the effort, even the most independent system would be connected.
Of course, there must be someone who worked from the inside.
The skinny man didn't know who that person was.
It wasn't just because his gang had a clear division of labor and rarely contacted each other, it was also because he was just a driver. His position in the gang was the lowest, so there were a lot of things he didn't know.
Basically, he would be summoned every time there was a mission.
Most of the time, he could move around freely.
However, there was one thing he knew.
His gang was powerful!
Far more powerful than he could have ever imagined!
That was why he dared not escape.
It would be a dead end for him if he did.
However, if he was caught by the police, he wouldn't end up well either.
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