My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 42 Lazarus's Revenge

Lu Yiming smirked; it was time to show off in the group chat.

When Mia found the photos of the scene, she also sent him pictures of the undamaged "Battle of Angeli".

With a flick of his finger, he sent the image directly to the group chat.

Lu Yiming: Thank you for your concern. I've finished the work and stolen the item.

After the picture was sent, there was a two- or three-second silence in the group.

Che Guevara: What the hell did he steal? A drawing of little fighting figures? How much is that worth? (Picking nose emoji)

Jack the Ripper: The composition is somewhat messy; it's not true art of killing. This painting is too rough.

King of Bank Robbers: @Lu Yiming, you're so slow and indecisive! When are you finally going to rob a bank with me?!

Lu Yiming looked at these replies, his forehead covered in black lines.

Well, not a single one of them knows its value.

There's also a knowledgeable guy.

Harley Quinn: What the hell is this?! It's hideous! The colors aren't even vibrant! Puddin's drawings are much better!

She then posted a crayon drawing of herself holding hands with a clown.

Harley Quinn: Isn't this a million times better than your painting?! ヽ(ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾒ(ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉ

Lu Yiming was speechless. Who could silence this love-obsessed guy?

Then, those in the know finally chimed in.

Food critic Hannibal: Is this a sketch of Leonardo da Vinci's *The Battle of Anghiari*? The lines depict the twitching muscles of the warhorses and the contorted limbs of the knights in combat, brimming with dynamic beauty. I never imagined you'd steal this. You have quite the taste; it's a waste to show it to those who don't understand art.

Jack the Ripper: @Hannibal the Foodie, are you implying something about me? Give me your address if you dare.

Food critic Hannibal: @Jack the Ripper, you're just jumping to conclusions. But your self-awareness is pretty accurate.

Jack the Ripper: FXXK! You cannibalistic monster! $^*&^#*(*&@$ (The screen is filled with profanity)

King of Bank Robbers: @Brother Lu Yiming, this painting is worth more than I could rob several banks. It's amazing.

Che Guevara: What the heck? Dadafenchi? That name sounds pretty famous. Are his paintings really that expensive? Like, the kind that can buy a whole block of electric scooters?

Professor Moriarty: Interesting. Is this Leonardo da Vinci's unpublished war sketch? You always manage to surprise us. @Lu Yiming

Lu Ban III: @Lu Yiming, are you making a move? I have connections, and the price will definitely satisfy you. You can buy a small island.

Outlaw Zhang San: @Lu Yiming, this painting is so precious, I suggest you hand it over to the state.

Bank Robber King: @Outlaw Zhang San, are you sick? You're going to trade such an expensive painting for 500 yuan and a banner?

……

After learning the value of the painting, the group members immediately became excited.

At this moment, KID, the one who started the topic, sent a message.

KID: @Lu Yiming Where's the gem? Have you found that gem that sheds tears under the moonlight?

Lu Yiming was taken aback; he had almost forgotten about this.

If you accept someone's red envelope, you must do their job very diligently!

"Mia," he called out, turning his head.

Mia, engrossed in playing cards, didn't even turn her head: "What is it?"

"Do you have a gemstone in your house that...weeps tears under the moonlight?"

Mia looked at him like he was an idiot:

"Are you stupid? There are things that shine under the moonlight, but there are none that shed tears."

Lu Yiming nodded, indicating that he had already handled the matter properly, and then typed a reply.

Lu Yiming: @KID Sorry, I've looked carefully, but I can't find the kind of gem you mentioned.

KID: ...I understand. Thank you.

The simple reply conveyed disappointment almost through the screen.

Lu Yiming: @KID By the way, why are you looking for a gem that can shed tears?

There was a few seconds of silence.

KID: Okay, I can tell you guys. My father was a great magician who was killed by an organization that was after this gem. They said he could resurrect the dead and live forever.

Chemist Lao Bai: @KID From a biological perspective, immortality is impossible.

Professor Moriarty: The value of life lies in its finiteness; this is putting the cart before the horse.

Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat when he saw KID's words.

Resurrection? Immortality? How come this organization's goals are so similar to those of the Lazarus cult?

Could they be from the same organization?

Just as he was pondering, a line of semi-transparent words appeared before his eyes:

The Phantom Trick 20h update has expired.

Agility +1, Magician's Technique +1, Lust +1.5

Lu Yiming:!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

What the heck?! What?! It increased by 1.5?!

It already had a value of 2.1, and with an additional 1.5, it has surpassed 3.6. That's the highest of all the values.

Before he could react, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen and spread throughout his body.

A long-suppressed impulse was awakened, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to the side...

Mia just happened to be bending down to pick up the cards that had fallen to the ground.

The neckline of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck and delicate collarbone, with her wet blonde hair hanging down.

Lu Yiming's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he felt his mouth dry and his heart racing for no apparent reason.

Oh no! This side effect!

……

On the other side of the city.

Marcus, the head of the homicide squad, walked out of the police station building humming a tune that was out of tune after a long day.

Since that kid Lu Yiming arrived, he's solved two major cases in a row, which has made things much easier for him.

Gu Qiu, my boss, is about to be promoted to mayor, and the position of bureau chief is practically mine.

Feeling relaxed, he opened the car door and was about to get in.

His steps suddenly stopped.

Two figures suddenly appeared not far in front of the car.

They were all wearing dark red hooded robes, with the hoods hanging low, obscuring their faces.

You can't tell what they look like, or whether they're male or female.

Marcus felt a chill run down his spine; his years of experience as a police officer made him instantly aware of the danger!

Without hesitation, his right hand reached for the holster on his waist.

Just as he touched the gun handle—

A hard object pressed against his lower back.

At the same time, a woman's voice sounded close to his ear.

"Mr. Hunter, for your safety, please do not move."

Marcus froze.

The two figures in red robes in front of the car also drew pistols with silencers from their sleeves, pointing the dark muzzles at him.

Squeezed between three loaves of bread, with no way out.

"OK...OK...Fine...I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate."

Marcus slowly raised his hands, trying to keep his voice calm:

"What do you want? Money? I can give you that..."

"We don't want money, we just want a message," the woman chuckled.

"What news?"

Marcus spoke while pondering to himself.

This is the police station parking lot. How did these guys sneak in?

Is there a mole within the police station?

The woman's fingertips traced the stubble on his face: "Tell me, who caught Timothy back then?"

Marcus paused, Timothy? The leader of Lazarus?

Wasn't it Lu Yiming who caught that guy?

Are these people here to seek revenge on this kid?

He thought for a moment, then struggled to stall for time: "What do you need this person for?"

This is a police station; if we delay long enough, someone will find out.

The hooded woman smiled and took out a syringe.

"It seems Mr. Hunter isn't planning on telling us."

"Then we'll have to find another place to have a proper talk..."