The night is deep, the street lights on the university campus are dim, and most of the trees have withered. Only a few withered leaves are left stubbornly hugging the branches. The twisted branches cast shadows like ghost claws in the light. Occasionally,
The cold wind blew up the fallen leaves, and the ghost's claws trembled slightly, as if they were rubbing their claws on the concrete floor.
Suddenly, the shadow of the tree trembled violently, as if being electrocuted, and a tall man carefully emerged from the shadow that could not be touched by the light. This man had blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and was wearing a custom-made suit with exquisite texture, but his appearance was...
She was quite embarrassed. Her hair was stranded here and there, like a mess.
The spaghetti was limp, and his slightly thin face was stained with obvious mud. There was a big hole in the back of his suit, and the buttons in front of him were missing. The hem of his shirt was tucked into his pants on one side, but not on the other side.
It was hanging slovenly outside, as if the whole body had just been thrown into the mud and rolled up and down and rubbed.
But even so, every move he made was still graceful. Every move he made, every move he made, always carried a sense of ritual precision and restraint. His blue eyes glanced around intelligently, and he looked aside.
The research room in the Literature and History Building, which was still brightly lit, breathed a sigh of relief.
In the research room, Dr. George Lawrence is researching at his desk. As an exchange scholar, although he has another secret mission, he is unwilling to let go of such a good research opportunity. Even if the world is open to academic exchanges, academic exchanges have become a major issue.
Despite the great trend of Haotangtang, there are still many precious research materials that are unknown to people in the boudoir, and there are not many opportunities to directly access them for research.
With a soft snapping sound, the window to the outside of the research room opened and closed suddenly, and an embarrassed Neil Stingall quietly appeared at the table of Dr. George Lawrence.
"Nell, only thieves use windows." George Lawrence knew who it was without looking. He tried to take his eyes away from the document in his hand, but he tried for a long time without success.
"George, I don't want to go through the window, but the door downstairs is closed. It's not a good thing to disturb the doorman's dream," Neil Stingal said.
George Lawrence finally put down the research materials in his hands, looked up at the young man at the table, and asked in surprise: "Nell, what happened? What happened to you? Did something happen at the charity reception?"
"Please sit down. Sit down and talk. Would you like a cup of coffee?" George Lawrence stood up and went to get a cup.
"Thank you." Neil Stingal sat down with a cup of hot coffee. The bitter black drink injected heat and energy into his tired body, and he finally relaxed.
"Tell me, what happened? What makes our Nair so embarrassed?" George Lawrence smiled and took a sip of coffee.
"It's very complicated. Let me think about where to start." Neil Stingal took another sip of coffee, then organized his thoughts and recounted what he saw and heard at the charity reception.
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George Lawrence raised his eyebrows, "So, we are not the only ones paying attention to this heresy, and they are very powerful."
"I originally planned to continue observing, even though I knew that the silver-haired girl had noticed me. But when the lights went out, another person suddenly appeared and I noticed some tiny traces. I finally understood the strange feeling that had appeared from time to time before.
It turns out it was not an illusion, I have been being followed."
"So you decided to take advantage of the chaos and leave the reception immediately?"
"Obviously, no matter which party is stronger than me, it is dangerous to continue to stay there."
"Really?" George Lawrence smiled playfully.
Neil Stingal smiled and shrugged, "I swear I'm not lying to you, this is indeed a reason. But I must admit, there is a more important reason for me to leave the reception, and I can't wait to do the same."
Follow the guy who followed me."
"So, this is the result?" George Lawrence glanced up and down at Nell Stingall's miserable state.
Neil Stingall twitched his lips in embarrassment, buried his face in the hot coffee and took another sip, and then said: "You can't blame me, that guy is very powerful, and strangely, he seems to
He knew us very well. I soon became the stalker again, and God bless me, I finally managed to get rid of him and come back to drink your cup of coffee."
"So, who's following you?" asked George Lawrence.
"Does a hunted sheep have the ability to count how many teeth a wolf has? I don't know, I really don't know. Things are getting more and more complicated."
"It's not surprising. It's not surprising anything happens when it comes to canon." George Lawrence said seriously: "You should adapt to this situation. What you did can't be wrong, but you didn't get any results. If it were me, I would
I will be ashamed to explain to Professor Freudenberg. Even if I have to make some appropriate sacrifices, I will definitely pull out a wolf tooth."
Neil Stingall grimaced helplessly: "Spare me, George."
"A clue that I finally found has become unexpectedly complicated." George Lawrence shook his head and sighed: "That man's widow, Dr. Li Pu, where are you?"
In the underground fortress of Kidar Mountain Retreat, Mr. Kazuye stood patiently at the table waiting for Li Pu to finish writing the line he had just finished writing. He did not rush him, nor was he impatient.
Although Li Pu is a layman, Mr. Yiye respects her very much. This is not only because Mr. Yiye asks for her, but also because Mr. Yiye is really impressed by her character and temperament.
After Mr. Kazuyo learned about what happened in Turkey from David Duvalier, he immediately began to pay attention to the person he once regarded as a nerdy paranoiac. And the first thing he did was to find that person.
His widow is Dr. Li Pu.
Mr. Yiye devoted a lot of manpower and material resources to try to attract Li Pu into the party. Once the brainwashing was completed, all the secrets became easily accessible. However, he did not expect that Li Pu, a mere layman, not only was not brainwashed, but was bold enough to follow the clues.
The land came to the door.
Li Pu had already guessed that something unexpected might have happened to her husband. In fact, she had already thought of this outcome when she supported her husband in doing that. However, she did not stop her, because as a sympathetic fellow traveler, she could
Understand the urge and desire to know.
She proposed a deal to Mr. Kazuyo, and she wanted to continue her husband's research.