Late at night.

There was a haze in the sky, blocking out the moon and stars without any light.

The cemetery was dark, and occasionally I could hear birdsong and cats meowing, which added to the eerie feeling out of thin air.

A tram was slowly passing by. The lights were not very bright, so I could only see the road ahead clearly.

The tram drove to a newly dug cemetery and stopped slowly. Tom Stone got off the tram and looked around.

It was in vain, it was pitch black all around and he couldn't see clearly.

Tom Stone turned on the flashlight and looked around again. He found nothing unusual. He took a deep breath and bravely walked to the newly dug grave today.

He looked at the grave pit and sighed, seeming a little irritated.

There were five boxes on the back of the tram. Tom Stone had to move the boxes down with great difficulty. They were very heavy and each box had been treated with moisture-proof and waterproof treatment.

Fortunately, he goes to the gym three times a week and is much stronger than his peers.

"rustle……"

There was a noise around.

Tom Stone was startled, and all the hairs on his body stood up, "Who is there?"

With a "click" sound, several strong flashlights were turned on, illuminating the surrounding area.

Tom Stone couldn't adapt for a while. He covered his eyes with his hands. It took him a while to see the person clearly, "Captain Li, why are you here?"

This evening, Luke came to the cemetery to meet Tom Stone and talked about the Getty Museum painting robbery and his father's hiring of detectives.

Luke found that Tom Stone's expression was a little strange, and he was extra cautious, making people keep staring at Tom Stone.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Tom Stone left the cemetery and returned to the Stone family villa.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Tom Stone drove out of the villa and returned to the cemetery.

He ran back to the cemetery late at night. Either there was a ghost in the cemetery or there was a ghost in his heart. Sure enough, he saw this scene.

"Mr. Tom Stone, what are you doing here if you don't sleep at night?"

"My father will be buried in the morning. I'm a little worried, so I came here to take a look."

Luke patted the big box on the tram and said, "This is not for you to look at. What's inside?"

"My father used to use things during his lifetime. Before he died, he told me to bury these things with him. I don't know what they were, but I just followed the old man's last wish."

"Can I see it?"

"This is disrespectful to my father."

"Your father has passed away. Now these boxes are in your care. I think you can help him make the decision."

"I reject."

"This is a wrong answer. I suggest you let me take a look."

Tom Stone took a step back, "Are you forcing me?"

"No, this is just a suggestion."

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"No." After Luke talked with Tom Stone in the afternoon, he felt that the other party was suspected of lying, but he was not sure what the other party would do, so it was naturally impossible to apply for a search warrant in advance.

"Then I refuse." Tom Stone breathed a sigh of relief.

Luke nodded, "It's a wise choice. If stolen goods are found in the box, it will be a big trouble."

Tom Stone looked serious, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Luke pointed to the boxes and said, "Five boxes, each box contains two oil paintings, which is exactly ten oil paintings, the same number of oil paintings that were robbed from the Getty Museum."

"Hey, please don't talk nonsense. I can call a team of lawyers with just a phone call."

“I can apply for a search warrant with just one phone call, and our Robbery and Murder Division has always been the darling of the media. Whenever we make any move, reporters will follow us like African vultures.

Mr. Tom Stone, you are going to be famous." Luke also shook his phone and said, "Guess which of us will make the call first."

Tom's teeth chattered as he breathed. He looked at Luke and then at the box on the tram, "I want to leave."

"Unfortunately, the tram broke down, so you had to carry the box.

I don't know whether you moved the five boxes first or my search warrant came first." Luke finished speaking, and Xiao Hei had already walked to the tram. When he was a teenager, he used to hang out on the street and repair cars.

You may not be good at it, but it's easy to temporarily immobilize a train.

"What's the difference between what you do and rogues?"

The gangster said, "You called me a scoundrel, who gave you the courage to insult lapd."

"I didn't insult anyone. Before I insult you, why don't you look at what you have done?"

Luke asked, "What about you?

Under the guise of his father's name, he purchased the robbed oil painting.

You are not only collecting stolen goods, but you are also throwing dirty water on your own father.

If your father knew about it, he might be angry enough to survive."

Tom Stone defended, "I didn't receive the stolen goods. I don't know what you are talking about. You are making a false accusation."

"I didn't apply for a search warrant before because I didn't know where the oil painting was hidden. Now that the box is here, I can apply for a search warrant at any time."

Tom Stone showed an angry look, "Are you threatening me?"

"On the contrary, I'm helping you.

If you take the initiative to open the box and assist the police in their investigation, we can still talk about it.

If I had come with a search warrant, it would have been both stolen and stolen.

You should know very well what choice to make."

"I said, these things belong to my father and have nothing to do with me."

"Your father is dead, these boxes are in your hands, you are the biggest beneficiary, and you refuse to cooperate with the police.

I have enough reason to suspect that these boxes belong to you and are hidden in the grave to avoid police pursuit.

Mr. Tom Stone, have you been to prison?

You will see a new world there.”

The night breeze was cool, but Tom Stone's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, "What should I say before you believe that the contents of these boxes have nothing to do with me."

"Take the initiative and open the box voluntarily.

Since the contents of the box have nothing to do with you.

Your father is also dead.

What else is there to worry about?”

"You are right, this has nothing to do with me. My father is dead..." Tom Stone said to himself, as if he was convincing himself. Then, he walked to one of the boxes and took out a box from the tram.

A crowbar was used to pry open the box.

The box was wrapped in a layer of black oil paper. The specific material could not be seen. It was very tough. After it was torn open, there was a soft plastic foam box inside, and then there was a layer of yellow packaging inside. When it was opened again, the true appearance was revealed.

There was an oil painting in a transparent plastic bag. Luke picked up the oil painting and looked at it. There was another oil painting underneath.

Luke had seen photos of the lost oil paintings at the Getty Museum, and these two oil paintings were two of them.

Luke could not determine the authenticity of the oil paintings, but it was not easy to produce ten high-imitation oil paintings in a short period of time.

"Open the rest of the boxes."

Soon the remaining four boxes were also opened. Each box was wrapped in layers, with two oil paintings placed inside. The remaining eight oil paintings were also the same as those robbed from the Getty Museum.

The team members present were very excited. These ten oil paintings represented stacks of green dollars.

Tom Stone's face was ashen, and he sat slumped on the ground, as if he was exhausted.

Luke said, "Mr. Tom Stone, these oil paintings are exactly the same as the oil paintings that were robbed from the Getty Museum. Why are they in your hands?"

"I told you, it was left by my father."

"You said before that these were items your father commonly used, so they were buried with them.

If I guess correctly, these ten oil paintings should be stolen goods stolen from the Getty Museum.

You should know what it means."

"I really don't know. These oil paintings have nothing to do with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't take the initiative to open the box."

"Let's not say whether these oil paintings have anything to do with you.

Taking the initiative to open the box and assist the police in the investigation is indeed the most correct choice you have ever made.

You will be glad you made this choice for the rest of your life."

If Tom Stone refused to cooperate and instead asked Luke to open the box with a search warrant, then Luke would definitely be charged with acquiring stolen goods on Tom Stone.
To be continued...