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Director Wu's words were full of anger, and the thief who was stuck in his seat couldn't help but shiver. The sweat on his head flowed more happily, and the expression on his face became more painful.

"Director Wu, this guy didn't come to steal from boss Yuan. It was boss Yuan who found him stuck here." Huang Ling hurriedly explained.

After all, if she didn't say anything, director Wu would have taken off her shoes and climbed up to drag her down.

"Ah?" Director Wu and the aunties who were helping to carry the patient were all stunned.

"You didn't steal from boss Yuan? It's stuck here?" Director Wu stood up, looked at the thief, and thought about it seriously.

"He really didn't steal my shop." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.

"I know. This thief must be here to steal from painter Wu. I heard that his paintings are worth a lot of money." The middle-aged woman who got up early to buy vegetables immediately said.

"I guess so. Come down now. You can't steal from anyone on this Street." Director Wu pointed at the thief and said.

"Huang Ling, call the police." Director Wu turned around and said to Huang Ling.

"Alright," he said. Huang Ling picked up her phone and prepared to continue dialing.

"No need, I've already called the police. I've been stuck for a long time." At this moment, the thief's voice could be heard from above.

The street was very quiet in the morning, but after director Wu's loud voice, two more shops were opened. Several neighbors came to watch the fun. They were discussing the safety of the street in a low voice, and it was a little noisy.

However, after the thief's words, the street instantly fell silent. After three seconds of silence, a burst of laughter suddenly broke out.

"Hahahaha, Aiyo, 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 calls the police himself? there are still such stupid thieves in this day and age who steal things and then call the police themselves."

The sneers came one after another. Even Yuan Zhou looked at the thief with a suspicious look while director Wu sneered and didn't believe him at all.

However, the thief's already red face turned even redder. He didn't emphasize that he had also called the police. Instead, he struggled again, causing the slide to shake a little.

"Don't tell me. I think they're the police." Just as the people watching the show 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 at the direction of the street and then at the direction of Yuan Zhou and Huang Ling.

"I didn't bring my phone." Yuan Zhou said earnestly.

"I, I didn't have time to report it." Even Huang Ling stuttered.

"I don't have any, either." Director Wu frowned and looked confused.

"It really looks like the police."

"Is what the thief said true?"

"The thief called the police himself?"

"Oh my God, this is even funnier. A thief calling the police himself."

As the police walked in, the expressions on the onlookers 'faces became strange. After all, this was unheard of.

"What's the matter? have you had breakfast?" Just when the police entered, the window on the second floor opened. Wu Hai, with messy hair and a neat beard, stuck his head out and asked.

"There's a thief. " Yuan Zhou signaled Wu Hai to look at the slide ladder.

"Ha?" Wu Hai was a little puzzled. He lowered his head to look at the slide ladder and indeed found a person there.

"What is this? get 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 didn't dare to look at Wu Hai or look down.

"Stuck? It's troublesome. " While saying that, Wu Hai shrunk his head back and prepared to go downstairs.

"Everyone, make way. Where's the person stuck?" The police walked up to them. It was the same old and young police who dealt with the fake money last time.

"Up there." Yuan Zhou directly pointed at the slide ladder.

"Officer, this thief must be here to steal the painting. Our painter Wu's paintings have won glory for our country every year." Director Wu immediately went up and said to the police.

"Alright, we understand." The old policeman said.

"Come down. What are you doing up there?" The young police officer stood under the slide and glared at the thief on it.

"I'm stuck. Police, please save me. I've been stuck for hours." The thief spoke for a long time this time, and one could even hear the sobbing in his words.

"This ... Should we inform the fire department?" The young policeman frowned at the thief's strange posture, then lowered his head and asked the older policeman.

"Inform them, we can't do it either." The old policeman nodded.

"No, the cover can be opened." Wu Hai walked down the stairs in his sportswear and said while walking.

"How do I open it?" The young policeman said.

"I opened it when I climbed up." Wu Hai said.

"I have a ladder here." The moment Wu Hai said that, a store owner at the side immediately carried the ladder over enthusiastically.

After the ladder was moved over, the young policeman climbed up without any hesitation. Following Wu Hai's instructions, he opened the cover.

As soon as he opened the cover, the stuck thief immediately slid down the slide, but he couldn't stand up.

After all, the position he was stuck in was too strange. One leg was stuck in front of his chest, and now he was numb and fell to the ground.

"Take out your id and tell me what happened." The old policeman said seriously while holding the notebook.

"Quickly get up." The young policeman grabbed the thief's arm. He was afraid that the thief would run away, and he really couldn't stand up.

"It 's, it's like this," The thief's eyes flickered as he looked around and prepared to speak.

"Don't deny it. We have surveillance cameras installed on this Street. If you dare to lie, we'll know when we see the surveillance camera." Director Wu said with a serious expression.

"I ... I just wanted to go to painter Wu's house to take a look." The thief whispered.

"Hmph, if you want to steal something, then steal something." Huang Ling said with dissatisfaction.

"That's right, you're probably going to steal the painting. "

"That's right. Don't try to deny it. Our surveillance cameras are all in high definition. No matter how dark it is, we can still see your face."

"Actually, if you ask me, why are you climbing the ladder? that painter Wu never locks his door when he sleeps." Obviously, the middle-aged woman knew Wu Hai very well.

"Yes, I have to go out early for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Just when the Auntie was stunned after she finished talking about the police and the thief, Wu Hai nodded his head and said.

"It's not locked?" The thief looked at Wu Hai with a shocked expression.

"Yes, troublesome." Wu Hai nodded his head directly.

"No, isn't your studio above you, painter Wu?" The younger policeman couldn't hold it in and asked.

"Yes," Wu Hai nodded his head indifferently.

"He doesn't lock the door or close the window." Yuan Zhou added.

"Whoosh." Upon hearing this, the thief fell to the ground again.

"Tsk, tsk, poor thing. It seems like this thief is new. He doesn't even know that painter Wu never locks his door."

"Exactly. I thought that the thief was afraid of being caught after stealing from boss Yuan and thus climbed up. Who knew that it was actually the thief who stole from painter Wu."

"Why would the crow thief artist need to climb the ladder? he can just go through the door."

"That's right. Why would she need the police to save her when she's stuck?"

The thief and the police heard the crowd's mocking laughter, and then the thief's face turned red and white for a while before he fainted.

"Maybe it's been stuck for too long, and there's not enough blood to the brain." Yuan Zhou concluded.

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