Chapter 37: It’s a Theif
Allen was possessed by time travel. Back when the statue was first made, the people around him spoke a language he didn't understand, and they were dressed like medieval nobles.
The statue was made and bought by a nobleman. It sat on his shelf for nearly a century before it was finally removed.
Allen guessed that it should be the descendants of the nobility who fell into decline and sold all the family's collection. Finally, the statue came into the hands of a middle-aged wealthy merchant. The time came to the modern era.
'Allen' is again placed on the shelf; this time, he watches the wealthy businessman and his wife grow old. The rich businessman dies of an illness, and his wife always lies in a rocking chair in a coma due to old age.
This time, Allen saw the man who had come to sell the statue, except that what the guy had done at the older man's house didn't seem like a nice person.
The final image is of the statue being accidentally dropped on the floor by a staff member and finally snatched into Allen's hands before the memory flashback disappears.
"Hey, how much are you going to pay, anyway?" The man gave Allen a disgruntled shove as Allen kept staring at the statue in disbelief.
Allen exhaled and told the museum security guard, "This is a thief. Arrest him and turn him over to the police. He also has jewelry on him that he stole from Mrs. Carol."
"Damn, how did you know?" The man gave Allen a horrified look and turned to run, but Allen directly took off the shoes on his feet and threw them hard.
The shoe smashed into the back of the guy's head, and the thief fell to the ground. The security guard rushed up and held the thief down.
Allen hopped on one foot, walked over to the thief, and put on his shoes.
At that moment, an older man with a full head of white hair, looking remarkably spry, came up. "Hello. I'm the curator here, Lancelot Vergil. What's the gentleman's name?"
"This is Allen, my companion." Moses came up and took Allen's arm.
Lancelot seemed to understand and smiled, "So it's a friend of Miss Moses. Thank you, Mr. Allen, for helping us out."
Allen shook his head and handed the statue to Lancelot. "You're welcome. Please, Mr. Curator, return this statue to the owner; it could be essential to her."
Lancelot reached for it, "I'll do it."
Moses seemed to think of something and told Lancelot, "Curator Allen loves to view the artifacts, but he only likes the real thing. Can you show us around?"
Allen immediately understood what Moses was thinking and cast her a grateful glance.
Lancelot not only collects many authentic works of art but also knows many collectors, so he could use his connections to see more art and expand the energy of his eyes.
Lancelot didn't refuse, seemingly for Moses' sake, and he made an appointment with Allen to see the artworks in their proper form.
Just as Allen was rejoiced, the phone in his pocket rang; the call was from Dobbin.
"Excuse me for a moment." Allen nodded toward the curator and stepped aside to answer the phone.
The call came through to Dobbin's anxious voice, "Allen, Larry's been kidnapped again."
Allen frowned and asked, "He went gambling again?"
"No, Larry's been at school and home all this time, and I was just on the phone with him, but there was a shriek from his end, and then the phone was turned off." Dobbin's voice was a little weepy and urgency.
"Take it easy for a moment. Tell me what happened, and I'll get someone to help you." Allen comforted Dobbin and listened to him tell him what happened.
It turns out that Larry has recently become obsessed with online dating, and their online dating partner is about to meet in the restaurant. He shared the good news with his sister, but his online dating partner did not wait. He waited for a few tall men.
"Could he have run into an organ-trading ring?" Dobbin asked, crying over the phone.
The corner of Allen's mouth twitched. He couldn't be sure but hoped that Larry, the unlucky one, wasn't missing any parts.
"Maybe it's just a kidnapper encounter. Hold on, I'll get help. You wait patiently at home, and maybe you'll get a call from the kidnapper." Allen comforted Dobbin before hanging up.
Allen wanted to call Jennifer, but she was supposed to investigate who had betrayed her.
Allen hesitated, pulled Scott's business card out of his pocket, and called its number.
The phone rang twice before being answered.
"Allen? Is that you? How are you considering it?" Scott inquired with a smile.
Allen said with a severe expression, "I can join you, but you need to do me a favor first. I need you guys to help me find someone."