By the time everyone reached the foot of the mountain, the dark clouds in the sky had been blown away by the wind, and golden sunlight was emerging from behind the clouds.
Luo Xiaoqian stopped in front of the car door and turned to look at the top of the mountain.
I saw a ray of golden sunlight shining through from behind the clouds, reflecting the rain-soaked mountaintop exceptionally brightly. All the trees, grass, and tombstones seemed to be shining, "Zimo, the sky is clear."
.”
Leng Zimo followed her gaze and nodded gently, "I hope she will live happily in heaven."
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USA.
Manhattan.
A black car slowly drove into the Interpol office building in Manhattan. The car stopped in the parking lot. The two staff members in the car got out of the car one after another and sat in the back seat after more than ten hours of long-distance flight.
Leng Zirui also followed the two of them out of the car.
"Please come with us!"
The staff politely introduced him into the elevator until he reached the 26th floor. A black police superintendent was already waiting outside the door. When he saw the three people appearing, he immediately ushered them into a small conference room.
After letting Leng Zirui sit in his seat, the man gently turned off the lights and pressed the remote control.
On the big screen, an image of a man immediately began to appear.
A face similar to Leng Zirui's, with the corners of his lips raised upward, and a hint of evil smile.
Black Superintendent Joe carefully introduced his information on the side, "This is the video of Roy we found in the bar. In this world, he only likes three things, money, spirits, and women... He especially likes vodka, and he drinks it every day.
Drink a lot, women like Asians, but not ****... He was born in Mexico, but does not know Spanish, his native language is English, and his Italian level is medium..."
Leng Zirui sat on a chair, holding his chin with one hand, listening to his introduction carefully, his eyes just staring at Roy in the video, observing his gait, his way of speaking, his habitual little movements...
Details determine success or failure, even if he looks similar to the other person, these alone are not enough.
To succeed, he must not ignore any small details.
Looking past the shining eye rings on the other person's ears, Leng Zirui said softly, "Does he have a tattoo?!"
"On his back, there are tattoos of seraphs and the names of the women he loved..." The black superintendent's tone was filled with ambiguity, "Nine in total!"
Leng Zirui spread his palms.
"Of course, we won't actually tattoo you. There is a kind of paint that is waterproof and the effect is similar to a tattoo. Our staff will help you with it in a while." The other party shrugged, "However, the ear piercing
It must be fought.”
Leng Zirui nodded, "Let's get started!"
"Please come with me!" The black superintendent took him to a room next door, where a professional stylist was already waiting for them.
Leng Zirui sat on the chair, and the other party immediately started to move.
Pierce ears, dye hair, draw tattoos...
Three hours later, the painter dried the special oil paint on his body.
"Finish."
Leng Zirui stood up from the cot, took ROY's shirt that the staff handed him, and put it on his body.
Looking at his face in the mirror, he lazily buttoned up two buttons, raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a enchanting and somewhat evil smile.
Looking at Leng Zirui in front of them, several staff members looked shocked.
