The next day was a rare sunny day.

San Mateo City was raining for several days and nights, and finally cleared.

The mountaintop villa of Anber's house is bathed in the morning light and the scent of birds and flowers.

Carl gets up, washes, and comes downstairs.

The light was too bright. I squinted my eyes and saw that there were more than a dozen water spray ports in front of the garden, neatly concave into a semicircle, and watered the lawn.

Between the trees in the distance, the clotheslines were pulled, and the nannies and aunts took out the owner's quilt and clothes to dry.

Gardeners and chefs got up early in the morning to feed Feng Shui fish, prune the rose garden and bushes, confirm that all the people in the boss got up and pushed the weeder to mow the lawn...

A tranquility makes people feel peaceful.

Carl actually had the luxury of getting up in this atmosphere every day and going for a walk in the garden.

Yesterday I slept in a strange bed in a strange room, but it was the night closest to Miss Xinyi in his life. He kept savoring the wonderful moments of holding hands and embracing the goddess--

The goddess's little claws are particularly smooth, delicate, fragrant and soft, as if boneless.

The goddess is full of commercial artworks, and her attraction to ordinary people is really hard to resist.

Carl still feels guilty about social resources.

Not worthy of the goddess is his lingering emotional theme.

The goddess got up in the early morning and had already gone out to move bricks. According to the old handsome guy's instructions, Tim left Carl a goddess schedule, as well as a script for the brain-dead TV series "Fenemy" and the script for the theme movie "Children of the Federation".

Carl still ran to Coffin City today, still afraid of sudden changes in his body and did not dare to drive a police car. Every time he took a taxi, he collected the receipts and handed them all to Dalton for reimbursement of transportation expenses.

He first went to the Federal Prison to meet Sati, explaining his idea of ​​using her as bait to fish and ambush the people behind the scenes.

Although Shati was worried, she had no choice but to choose her fate.

"Shati, we will bet on our lives to protect you, but if the person behind the scenes successfully catch you, will you still be willing to seek peace for innocent people and try to help us as much as possible while protecting yourself?" Carl begged.

Maybe he was too humble and Shady was a little moved, but she still frowned and was not happy.

She doesn't want to fall into a displaced superhuman dispute anymore. Her stable personality makes her more inclined to live a peaceful life now - read books and study topics she likes.

Strive to perform well in prison, reduce sentences as soon as possible, probation, parole...

If the person behind the scenes could really overthrow this long-standing Federation and let her fame and fortune be fame and fortune.

But if Gwenter and the others fail again, will she become an abandoned son again, and will the federal people and the strangers let her go?

She used to be afraid of death, but she didn't want to change her current life.

"Can't you... hide me in a place where no one is?"

"Sorry, we have thought about it, but it is not a long-term plan. You don't want to live in the dark forever, be trembling," Carl said guiltily. "We want to fight the people behind the scenes to see the truth and reality of each other. If you can keep you this time, I will apply to take you to a completely safe place where no one knows you, so that you can do more historical research, okay? You must be interested in this place, but I can't guarantee that you can apply for it successfully."

"Well... well, I'm a double-faced spy because I believe in Inspector Brian. Don't worry, I've regretted it and will not go any further. At least I won't be sorry for the Federation's cultivation of me. If I'm caught by them, I will try my best to delay and find a way to inform you."

Shady accepted her fate.

She was much more energetic today than yesterday. I don’t know if the weather was a little better or because Carl brought her a ceramic negative ion perm.

I finished perming my hair yesterday and put on a curling stick for a night. The small wavy curls returned to life and became the high-end female scholar with unique personal fashion.

Infernal Affairs get!

Carl didn't say much to Shady.

A smart person can be clear at a glance. As long as Shatikan becomes a spy, she will do better than Carl teaches.

The two communicated several secret codes and messages, and then told Shati about the addresses of the two safe houses, and hurriedly left the Federal Prison.

He has to meet someone else.

Shati's senior brother, Gorgo M. Silenmanno, honorary professor of history at the Department of Coffin University.

Back to Coffin University, at this time, Alison had classes today and couldn't see his sister. Carl went straight to the building of the School of Literature and asked Professor Silenmano's office.

The entire Literature Academy knew the weird Professor Xirenmano, and Carl quickly found his office, but the assistant teacher told him that the weird Gorigao went to class.

Shati, who was in jail, could not give Carl contact information, nor could she contact her senior brother in person. On the official website, there was no phone number for this person, only Professor Gorigao's email address.

Send an email and wait for a reply without any efficiency, so Carl had to come. What if the professor forced him to finish the conversation immediately if he had time?

After waiting for a while with fantasy in his arms, Professor Gorigao was over.

The weird Gorigao is a thin uncle with high cheekbones and sparse hair.

Carl couldn't help but sigh that he had been wandering in the ocean of knowledge for a long time and had a hair loss effect.

How did Sati keep her hair thick as she has a small wavy curly hair?

I must learn from her another day.

"Teacher! This is the instigator introduced by Senior Sister Shati. I want to talk to you." The assistant teacher whispered.

Carl quickly stood up, bowed, and said respectfully: "Professor Silenmano! It's a great honor to meet you. I want to find you some historical things. I don't know when you can talk to me for half an hour. If you are busy, you can talk to me on the phone."

Carl quickly handed over his business card and asked Gorigao to look at the police department certificate.

"I'll have two classes later, and I can finish it in about an hour and a half. If you can wait, I'll have time at noon."

Professor Gorigao, who looks like a high cheekbones, stares at Carl's business card and reads each word carefully. Although he looks bad, he is still polite and cooperates with Carl.

"Thank you so much!"

Carl decided to wait and go to Alison's place to have a meal. The so-called "near the ink is black, and the pig is fat." He felt that he was too influenced by Avis and the goddess, and he had already regarded free meals as a top priority.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This kind of thing is usually done by Ivis!

Takar was completely influenced by Aisha Sculpture - after thinking about this, it turned out much better!

I sent a text message to Alison but didn't reply.

I called, but didn't answer.

Carl held the phone depressedly and finally realized that Alison was always worried that he was chopped into strips by criminals, and the phone was always out of touch, and the message was so hot that he didn't even reply with a punctuation mark.

His biological sister cannot be found on the Internet signal, and there is also bus No. 11 - legs and feet.

At this time, Alison had been out of class for more than 20 minutes and probably hadn't started part-time work yet. He should have gone back to the dormitory to change clothes and put down his books, and would go to the coffee house to move bricks.

Carl came to Hall 5 of the girls' dormitory. He was about to show his unique superior conditions. When he was looking for his own sister, he saw a very familiar person sitting on a long chair in front of the dormitory door.

He has the same fatal double eyelids as Lu Yisi, and his legs are 200 meters long. The stylish men's hairstyles cut in a sky-high beauty salon have grown a lot. If he doesn't spend money to take care of them, he will overwhelm his expensive hairstyle.

The handsome Pieves, who was careless and had no ABCD in his heart, sat squintedly, and stared at the door of the dormitory with a springy smile.

Alison, who had a pink face, came out of the dormitory door, felt straightforward and said: [Everyone said it was not used anymore. I want to work part-time and prepare for the midterm exam.]

"That won't work. If I can't see you, I will lose all my strength. I'm afraid that you will be deceived by Jemony and will die of missing you!"

Look at these shameful, awkward and familiar lines. Isn’t this the eldest son of Anbo’s family, President Ai, who is in line with each other’s love brother, who is from Lu Yisi?

Should I hide? Or should I hide... Carl pretended to be a passerby, sat on another stone bench several meters apart, and watched Avis soak Alison.

[Is there any such exaggeration? I've seen it now, okay, come back to the game quickly. Aren't you training today?]
Chapter completed!