In the evening, the sky is gloomy and the cold wind is howling outside the window. In this villa located on the outskirts of Manhattan, the contrast between the inside and outside brought by the well-functioning heating system makes people feel extremely comfortable. The decoration in the villa is simple and elegant, and all kinds of furniture are expensive.
It is the handiwork of a master, but the hall seems a bit messy at this time. Six or seven people are scattered in the hall. Some people are bending their legs on the sofa and looking at their laptops leisurely. Some people are tasting expensive red wine in the wine cabinet. Some people are sitting in the hall.
Watching news about a certain bombing in front of the TV, some people were flipping through the newly delivered documents with a gossipy attitude.
The man in the lead is Cui Guohua, and the man looking at the computer is naturally Fang Guolin, a computer genius who has only been in this group for more than a year. She has a baby face and a steamed bun wearing a sports hat, standing behind her with an ambiguous attitude and enjoying the screen with her.
The picture above, unfortunately it is winter, even if the other party gives him a chance, he will not be able to see anything from the open collar...
"I originally thought that Miss Jian got angry last night... no, I should say she just got angry early this morning. She would at least calm down and give both parties more time to think and buffer. Who knew that such a big thing would happen now..."
Putting down the document, Cui Guohua shook his head and smiled, seeming to be surprised by this incident, but thinking about it carefully, the woman nicknamed Tulip has always had such a strong attitude.
"This is such a character." Steamed Bun clapped his hands and exclaimed, "But what's the benefit of this? She is pushing both parties into a dead end. This is New York."
"Tch, she has great magical powers." Fang Guolin gently pressed the case on the computer and said without raising her head. "If she really did it, there must be her reason. Maybe she has the ability to bring North Americans to New York.
Pei Luojia also turned the world upside down! Of course...it's not yet confirmed that she did it..."
"Then she is still a human?" Mantou raised his eyebrows, thinking of the murderous scene on the street he saw in the early hours of this morning, and immediately shook his head, "I think it shouldn't be her. Even if Zhuang Amir showed up, she wouldn't be there."
It doesn’t mean that place must be Pei Luojia’s territory.”
"But why does Gu Jiaming appear here? It's such a coincidence." He turned the screen to the steamed buns and what was playing on it was the surveillance video from the entertainment center. From some scattered pictures, you can see Jiaming and Mary.
Others might not be able to notice the moving figures of Lian and her daughter first, but Yan Huangxing was secretly observing the mother and daughter. Knowing that they went to the amusement park today, he immediately felt that there was something fishy about the coincidental explosion.
Putting the computer on the coffee table. Fang Guolin sat upright and said her judgment to the people around her: "In my opinion, this matter must be a joint work of Gu Jiaming and Jian Suyan, because the internal surveillance footage revealed it
The thing is so precise, using the most ingenious method to create blind spots in surveillance. Enter, kill, and come out. Almost no one notices her. The choice of route is almost precise to the extreme. If Jian Suyan is the only one, how could she be in such a situation?
At least I can't imagine how rigorous thinking is required. A bystander is definitely needed here, as we all know. Gu Jiaming actually has very good computer skills. Jian Suyan should have taught him it, and he has always
, his personality is relatively calm, and he controls the overall situation from the outside and is simple in words and actions. This combination is perfect."
This inference is very reasonable. Everyone looked at each other. Cui Guohua smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded. Gu Jiaming, who was playing games on the screen, said: "This guy is very powerful, not simple."
Qiao Guorui brought two glasses of red wine and handed one to Cui Guohua. Cui Guohua waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want it, and then handed the wine glass to Guo Lin's hand. She also wanted the buns and extended her hand.
"Fall yourself."
"I value sex over friends!" Steamed Bun showed his middle finger.
"Actually, there were clues from the very beginning." Qiao Guorui sat down, "His basketball game in school, his computer skills, and... Oh, that time Dongfang Wan hated the competition so much when he talked about it, I
It is estimated that he has been restraining himself. For a boy of fifteen or sixteen, he did a really good job. He must be an apprentice taught by Jian Suyan himself. If he is really involved in this operation - I think the possibility is
More than 80% - given time, he may become the second Jian Suyan."
"Wow……"
Several people nearby praised and expressed their agreement. Steamed Bun looked at him a few more times: "It's a pity that he is not handsome. Jian Suyan is so beautiful... Ye Lian really likes her?"
"That's why he has an advantage. He is not ostentatious, and usually not many people will pay attention to him. If two people have the same skills, he is scarier than Jian Suyan..." After a while of silence, Qiao Guorui said, and then shook his head.
, "Of course, such an opportunity is too small. Even if he has the best teacher, with the character he currently displays, he will not have the opportunity to experience too many lives and deaths. He will not be able to get there no matter what.
Damn it, what I'm looking forward to now is what surprises the things hidden in that secret room will bring..."
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Looking out of the window, the entire Salier family manor was ablaze with splendor, all the lights had been turned on, a grand banquet was being held at the main house, and various luxury cars arrived from time to time, and guests came one after another.
Sitting in front of the TV, Heidi, dressed in a princess costume, was boredly watching the battle between Optimus Prime and Megatron on TV. Occasionally, she turned around and looked at Jiaming, who was busy sitting at the dining table.
She was holding a laptop computer with a lot of white paper beside it, which was full of messy things that she couldn't understand. This was the work Jiaming had been doing since the afternoon, and it hadn't stopped until now, and she didn't dare to
Go and disturb him.
Mother was busy in the kitchen. Since Jiaming didn't say anything about going out to attend the banquet, they decided to have dinner at home. She occasionally tilted her head to look at the lively scene outside, then put her hands behind her back and took small steps.
After walking around the room and passing behind Jiaming, he put his head to look at the things on the computer and paper. Jiaming turned around.
"Want to go out and play?"
"Uh... no..." Heidi shook her head reluctantly, then sat down next to him and picked up a piece of paper: "What are these?"
"It's the rule."
"What's the pattern?"
"People think about things and do things according to the rules."
"Who do you want to deal with?" Heidi asked curiously, "The bad guy?"
"There are no bad guys, only enemies." Jia Ming smiled, feeling that what he said was a bit profound, "Let's go out and play. It will take me a while to finish. I'll find you when I'm done."
"Well……"
"Haha, stop pretending to be serious." After tapping her on the forehead, Heidi covered her head and jumped away: "Humph, but Mommy is already making dinner."
"It doesn't matter, you can go out if you want." Marilyn poked her head out from the kitchen, "You can also eat outside. Please note, you are not allowed to eat shrimp, your skin is allergic, and you are not allowed to drink alcohol."
"I got it." Although her mind seems to be precocious compared to Chinese children, her age is there, and her active and lively nature will not change. After getting permission, Heidi decided to go out and take a photo in front of Jia Ming.
, "Remember to come out and look for me." Then he walked out the door happily.
The cartoons on the TV were still being broadcast, and the sound echoed, mixed with the clicking sounds of typing on the keyboard next to him. Jia Ming occasionally picked up a pen and wrote some words. About ten minutes later, Marilyn came out with the food. It was fried.
Just the right amount of black pepper steak, eggs, salad, mashed potatoes, and corn soup. It's simple to cook, but it looks quite delicious: "It's time to eat."
"Well, right away. You eat first."
In response, Jia Ming was still carrying out the deduction. After an unknown amount of time, he put down his pen and began to sort out the papers on the table. He looked at Marilyn, who had been sitting next to her and looking at her but had not started eating: "Basically
It’s sorted, sorry.”
"It's okay, I like it. Tang Jingyao used to... uh..." She probably remembered the past, and then stopped talking. Jiaming nodded: "Eat."
"Um."
Afterwards, the room heard the sound of knives and forks touching disks. The two of them occasionally exchanged a few words, probably asking whether the food was to their liking and whether it tasted good or not. I had planned to cook Chinese food today but instead cooked Western food and so on. It was about to be eaten.
When it was over, Marilyn raised her head and said, "Actually...actually...Jia Ming, have my affairs caused any trouble for you?"
"Well?"
"This morning, you were talking to Jane." She paused, "Actually, you have always been very restrained. If it weren't for me... and my family, you wouldn't do that on purpose, right?"
In fact, given Jiaming's restrained personality in the past, today's attitude towards Gambino and others can be called a deliberate provocation. Although there was no fight, the sensitive Marilyn still sensed something was wrong. At this time, she
Speaking of which, Jiaming smiled: "Probably not."
Marilyn obviously didn't believe what he said: "Then you..."
"I need an identity."
"What?"
"To be precise, Gu Jiaming needs an identity." Jiaming nodded, but did not use the first person when talking about himself, "A more specific, vivid, powerful, and slightly frank identity can alleviate some potential
of...doubt, or risk.”
The second half of the sentence seemed to be spoken to herself. Marilyn was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said: "I don't understand."
"Don't understand, this is for some thoughtful people. To put it simply, some people suspect that I will be a little better than I am now, so if I am a little better, they will think, ah, I guessed it right, I am very NB.
As long as you know that I am who I am and have always been the Gu Jiaming you know, that is enough."