The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 She Was Tied to a Bomb 

Ziana manipulated the computer, and quickly hacked the circuit of the entire floor, and the camera in the room was also turned 

off. 

She took the copied painting and left the room with Edison in the dark. 

The hallway was also dark. 

The two of them had already been familiar with the route, and took the elevator with ease to arrive at Spring Hall. 

Unlike the bustle and hustle in the daytime, the exhibition hall at night, the door of the hall was closed at this moment, there was a strange feeling in the quiet. 

On the ground next to the hall door, there was a black plastic bag. 

The plastic bag was bulging, and it seemed that there was something in it. 

Edison couldn’t help frowning, “What is this? Who threw the garbage here?” 

“It’s not rubbish, it’s a prop I asked someone to deliver.” Ziana replied, “Take out what’s inside.” 

Inside the plastic bag were two pairs of glasses, which looked like ordinary sunglasses, and after wearing them, they were actual sunglasses. 

and 

“These are infrared glasses.” Before he could ask, Ziana explained, “There are infrared traps and some traps in the Spring Hall. After you go in later, listen to me and don’t move around.” 

Edison knew that Ziana was not an ordinary person, but now he was still surprised, “How do you know there are traps?” 

“I observed it during the day.” Ziana didn’t intend to say more, “Go change the painting first.” 

Deciphering the smart lock of Spring Hall was a piece of cake. 

Ziana took out the computer, and within two minutes, the hall door opened. 

She put away the thing neatly, and entered the exhibition hall lightly, followed by Edison, who was shocked by the sight in 

front of her. 

Dozens of infrared rays in the exhibition hall intersect with each other, showing mystery and danger in the dark 

Ziana made a gesture, hinting at him, “I’ll change the painting, you can handle Baymax.” 

Baymax was an intelligent robot in the exhibition hall, responsible for patrolling the entire exhibition hall, and would send out an alarm if it encountered an intruder. 

There were paintings worth ten million in the exhibition hall, and some even billions. 

Previously on Saint No. 2, there was a case of missing paintings. 

Since then, the cruise had introduced robots. 

When viewing the exhibition during the day, she paid special attention to the fact that the entire Spring Hall was less than 

4305 ft2, but there were ten Baymax. 

This meant that for every forty flats, there would be a Baymax. 

Ten Baymax shared one system, and once one of them found an intruder, all Baymax would send out an alarm. 

Ziana’s plan was to make one of them go into a dormant state, and then affected the other ones. 

Every time Baymax worked for an hour, he would “sleep” for five minutes, and if he slept for more than ten minutes, he would 

alert the security team. 

Before Ziana came, she wrote a small program and saved it in the U Plug. Once she put it into Baymax’s body, its program would run automatically. 

Edison’s mission was to placed it on Baymax’s body, and the sleep time would be extended from five minutes to nine minutes. 

It was a bit difficult for Ziana to change the painting and evacuate in five minutes. 

Nine minutes was more than enough. 

Edison acted quickly. He touched a Baymax behind him and inserted it smoothly, then Baymax went to sleep. 

With the painting on her back, Ziana hopped and skipped between the staggered infrared rays, her posture was like walking on the ground. 

She had a photographic memory, and the impression of the road she walked was even deeper. After walking for two minutes, she stopped. 

According to her memory, in the dark, she raised her hand, unloaded the painting, and changed the painting in one go. 

The whole process was very fluently, and it took less than a minute. 

When she went back, it was the same as when she went there, it only took two minutes. 

“Edison!” She said in a low voice, “Okay, get ready to withdraw!” 

Edison received the order and pulled out the disk, quickly joined her, the two of them left the Spring Hall without talking 

much. 

It was exactly nine minutes when they took the elevator back to the room. 

Ziana raised her hand and looked at her watch, smiling triumphantly, “Exactly nine minutes.” 

Edison gave her a thumbs up and praised, “Ziana is amazing, don’t you want to check the painting?” 

“I can’t steal it wrong,” she said, turning on the flashlight. “Here, Katyusha’s Prayer.” 

The paintings seen during the day, under the strong light at night, it bore a completely different feeling. 

“This is…” Edison pointed to the lower left corner of the painting, “Is there a watermark?‘ 

Ziana looked intently, and surprised, no watermark was found during the day, but it did exist now. 

In the lower left corner, the handwriting was scrawled, and the book read the king. 

This word should be written with special materials. 

But the king, who was it? 

He and the painter Back, what was the relationship between them? 

The discovery of the watermark was a windfall. 

In any case, Only if the painting was stolen successfully, the two of them had just completed the task. 

It was very late, Ziana fell asleep after seeing Edison off. 

Maybe it’s because she copied the painting of Katyusha’s Prayer, or maybe it’s because she surrounded herself with this painting all day long. 

She dreamed of Katyusha. 

The girl’s face was blurry, but judging from her attire, she was undoubtedly Katyusha. 

She saw the love scenes in the paintings, and even dreamed of things that didn’t exist in the paintings. 

For example, when a man accompanied Katyusha to pick up shells at the beach, she suddenly became playful and wanted to have a water fight, and took the initiative to attack the man. The man was soaked by her, and the wet clothes stuck to his body, which outlined his strong and beautiful body. 

Just when Katyusha was blushing, the man pulled her into the water and kissed her lips hard. 

Immediately after the scene changed, Katyusha was actually painting. 

The man was behind her, holding her slender waist with one hand, and pinching her little hand with the other. 

He lowered his head to say something to her from time to time, and the breath he exhaled was very hot and itchy, and Katyusha hid in his arms.