"Moz, your call couldn't have come at a better time. I also have something very important that I need your help with. Listen, first calm down. Regardless of why Neil broke out of prison, we can't help him until he contacts us himself!
Listen, don't rush. If Neil needs help, he'll definitely contact us. Since he hasn't, it means either he doesn't need our help or he's already been found by the FBI. Either way, we can't do anything for him right now."
As Richard Castle reminisced about who Neil really was, he already knew that the guy who escaped prison for love was probably already surrounded by the capture team led by Pete Bockel. Of course, Neil had no plans to run; his romantic escape was for his girlfriend Kate.
Damn, why is his girlfriend also named Kate? She deserves to be blown to ashes by explosives. Should I help him? Let him know his girlfriend will be turned to ashes on the plane they were planning to escape on?
Of course, Castle couldn't tell the babbling Moz about this. He was still planning to have Moz come to Adam's house to help him find a certain dagger, so for now, the most important thing was to calm Moz down and then talk about the rest after he arrived.
Sure enough, as soon as Moz heard that Castle also needed his help, he immediately shifted his attention: "Rick, what are you saying? You need my help?"
"Yes, Moz, are you free right now? Could you come to the apartment at XX Manhattan XX Road? I have a very urgent matter that needs your expertise."
"Oh, buddy, no problem, I can be there right away. Besides, we can talk more about Neil's matter after we meet."
Moz quickly agreed to Castle's request, saying he would set off right away. Hanging up the phone, Castle breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.
But immediately, Castle felt a chill in his heart, realizing something was wrong. He had just encountered a problem and hoped for the help of a master thief, and immediately Moz called. Could it be...
"System, is that you?"
Castle immediately asked in his mind.
"Yes, I just helped integrate the resources you already have and optimized them a bit. Isn't the problem troubling you perfectly solved now?"
The system, ever obedient, dutifully answered Castle's question.
"Wow, you have this feature too?"
Castle laughed, realizing the system was right. It had indeed integrated and optimized for him; otherwise, he really wouldn't have remembered that his predecessor knew Moz and Neil Kavry and were good friends. His predecessor really did have a wide circle of friends!
With his mind at ease, Castle finally began to explore Adam's house with the mindset of visiting a museum.
"Damn, Adam, this old guy, how many good things has he collected!"
Castle exclaimed as he looked at an Egyptian pharaoh's staff shining in a constant temperature glass cabinet.
Living long is awesome; the things he collected are all complicated. Probably Moz will faint when he enters this room, which could be called a treasure trove?
While Castle leisurely admired Adam's collection, he mischievously thought about how surprised Moz would be when he walked in.
Moz was quick; less than half an hour after hanging up the phone, he was downstairs, called Castle to confirm the room number, and gently knocked on the door.
Castle opened the door, and Moz, a bald, short man with glasses, stood at the doorway, asking with some confusion, "Did you move?"
"Come in and talk."
Castle stepped aside to let Moz in.
"My God... Are these real? Oh my, is that a genuine Monet on the wall? This... this is Tutankhamun's scepter? Rick, are you kidding me? How could there be Tutankhamun's scepter here? This is a replica, right?"
Indeed, as soon as Moz entered and saw the items in the room, he exclaimed.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing and wondered if Castle was playing a prank on him. How else could these items be explained in this room?
For Castle, who was relatively unsophisticated, he just thought Adam's collection was amazing. But for Moz, who had a very high level of artistic appreciation, this place was simply heaven, if these were all authentic!
"Moz, Moz, you'll have plenty of time to look later. If it really doesn't work out, I can give you the key. After you help me find the item, you can take your time here and look for a week without any problem!"
Castle, somewhat spoiling the moment, interrupted Moz, who was about to dive into those countless treasures to slowly enjoy them, stating his request.
Moz, with strong self-control, calmed down upon hearing Castle's request: "Oh, sorry, Rick, I got a bit excited. What
did you say? Help you find what? Where is it?"
Seeing that Moz had regained his usual intelligence and calm, Castle then stated his request: "Moz, in this house, I am sure there is a Roman short sword from over two thousand years ago, but I don't know where it's hidden. I need your expertise to help me find it."
Moz squinted at Castle: "Rick, you're not becoming a writer and turning into an art thief like Neil, are you? Who is the owner of this house? Are you sure you want me to start searching?"
"Moz, don't worry about the owner of this house. I assure you no one will interfere or hold you accountable. Please help me find that short sword!"
Moz laughed: "If I help you find that short sword, will you give me the key so I can properly appreciate these artworks?"
"Deal!!"
Castle extended his hand and shook hands with Moz, agreeing to Moz's condition.
Because Castle knew that since Moz said he would appreciate it, he would definitely not have any designs on these items. Yes, Moz was once a supercriminal, known as the 'Detroit Dentist' since he was twelve years old—can you believe it? But now, he is extremely considerate and trustworthy toward his friends. He wouldn't lie to his real friends, and Castle was indeed one of the few real friends Moz had.
A professional is truly professional. Moz just took a round through the entire house and found a hidden safe in the second-floor cloakroom.
Looking at the safe that Moz opened in less than twenty minutes, Castle could only admire him greatly!
The ancient short sword that once stabbed Adam was indeed hidden alone in this safe. After more than two thousand years, it still maintained its sharpness. Castle took it out of the safe and carefully examined it, imagining the might of the Roman era and the vicissitudes of the centuries. For a moment, he was almost lost in reverie.
Having found and easily opened the safe, Moz, very tactfully, didn't inquire why Castle needed the short sword. After confirming the target was found and opening the safe, he went downstairs on his own to admire the mesmerizing paintings and antique treasures, leaving Castle alone upstairs, holding the short sword and daydreaming.
After a long daze, Castle came back to his senses, carefully stored the significant short sword in his personal space, and walked downstairs. By this time, Moz had already poured himself a glass of red wine, was using Adam's phonograph to play music, and was engrossed in the house's rare treasures.
Seeing Moz like this, Castle couldn't help but laugh and casually tossed the house keys to him: "Moz, I have very important matters to handle right now, so I'll leave this place in your care. You can stay as long as you like, but remember, don't leave any traces that could be tracked.
I'll finish my business, as quickly as tonight or at the latest by tomorrow. I'll contact you then, and we can have a good talk about Neil's matter!"
Moz, without turning his head, responded: "You go ahead, I've got this!!!"
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