American Empire, Los Angeles, night.
After getting off the plane, the somewhat tired Karasumaying took a taxi.
It seems that it is due to the rain. Although the city that never sleeps is still brightly lit tonight, there are many fewer pedestrians on the street. In some dark alleys with roofs, people can be vaguely seen hiding in them. Rain bum.
"Beautiful lady, we have arrived at our destination."
The taxi stopped in front of a private villa, and the driver said with a smile.
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. I wish you a happy life."
After paying the money, Karasumaying held an umbrella and got out of the car with her suitcase. She took out a key from her body and opened the iron door of the villa and walked in.
In the darkness, the surname "Wynyard" could be vaguely seen written on the house plate next to the iron gate.
This is the former home of the late internationally renowned movie star Sharon Wynyard, where her only daughter Chrissy Wynyard currently lives.
However, according to rumors of uncertain authenticity (a Japanese detective with a Maori surname), Chris Wynyard seems to have been on vacation in Japan some time ago and has not yet returned to Los Angeles.
Therefore, the villa has been temporarily idle. Except for the housekeeping staff who come to clean it every day, no one lives in it.
【Um? 】
As soon as she opened the iron door, Karasumaying keenly noticed that something seemed to be moving in a dark corner of the villa courtyard.
Squinting her eyes, she looked away, without closing the door, dragging her suitcase and walking along the stone pavement in the courtyard towards the main entrance of the villa as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, the thing in the corner seemed to think it had an opportunity, so it used the sound of rain to cover it up and quietly approached behind Karasumaying.
The rattling sound of the suitcase's wheels sliding on the cobblestone road continued to sound. This sound, combined with the sound of rain, became the greatest cover for that thing.
He stood behind Karasuma Ying and tried to push her to the ground with a forceful lunge.
But at this moment, Karasumaying suddenly hooked her leg and kicked him accurately in the crotch.
"Oh ah--"
The wailing sound echoed through the rainy night, and the thing screamed and instantly turned into a little husband's face, covering its crotch with both hands, and its legs became pigeon-toed.
Karasumaying didn't hesitate after hearing his screams, she turned around with her umbrella and slapped him in the face.
"Ah! Ah! Falk! Stop! Stop!"
After being knocked to the ground, this thing covered his crotch with one hand, waved the other hand repeatedly, and shouted loudly.
Karasumaying lowered her head and saw that he was a black man. He probably climbed over the wall to steal something because it was raining tonight and there was no one on the street outside.
"Really, with such a big empty house here, I don't know how to call more people to look at it..."
With the rain falling on her body, Karasumaying sighed softly and muttered in a low voice, not knowing who she was blaming.
"Fake! Go to hell, little girl!" Suddenly, the black man who was lying on the ground and saw her motionless took the opportunity to pull out the small pistol hidden on his body, raised his hand and was about to pull the trigger on her.
Without dodging, Karasumaying quickly flipped her wrist and stabbed the back of the black man's gun-holding hand hard with the tip of the umbrella.
"ah--"
The blood flowed out but was quickly washed away by the rain. The screams rang out again. Karasuma Ying pulled up the tip of the umbrella. The painful black man subconsciously retracted his palm that was almost pierced.
Karasumaying took the opportunity to use an umbrella to lift the small pistol on the ground, and washed away the blood on the tip of the umbrella in the water on the grass next to it.
"Get lost." She was too lazy to say anything more to this black man with outstanding racial talents, so she shouted coldly.
The black man also knew that he had encountered a tough situation tonight, so he quickly got up and ran out of the courtyard quickly.
"Close the door!" Behind him, Karasuma Ying shouted again.
She had deliberately left the door open just for this mouse.
"Crunch!"
As the iron door closed, Karasumaying stepped forward to pick up the small pistol on the ground, then turned around and opened the main door of the villa with the key, and walked in.
The lights came on, and the villa was deserted. It was obvious that no one had been living there for some time.
Putting the suitcase on the wall, Karasuma Ying walked up to a room on the second floor that only had a large wardrobe and a floor-to-ceiling mirror. She opened the wardrobes one by one and finally selected a set of clothes with a relatively less mature style.
"Do all married women like to wear such mature-style clothes?"
Not quite understanding this question, Karasumaying put on her clothes, left the room, and came to a bedroom on the second floor.
As soon as the lights are turned on, it suddenly becomes splendid.
Although she wanted to complain about the extravagant and wasteful decoration style in someone's bedroom, Karasumaying still held back. After all, she had to save some face for her mother.
However, Karasuma Ying probably also knows why her grandfather always told her when she was a child that when she grows up, she will take over all the properties of the Karasuma Consortium...
Because my grandfather was very disgusted with these meaningless wasteful behaviors, and although Karasuma Ying could not be said to be disgusted, she did not like it either.
Well, now is not the time to think about this...
Shaking her head, Karasumaying stepped forward and took down the family photo hanging on the big bed in the middle of the room.
On the wall behind this family photo is an electronic device that can enter a password.
Karasumaying skillfully entered her birthday, and with a beep, the small wall in front of her slowly opened automatically, revealing a metal safe inside.
This small mechanism was accidentally discovered and opened by Karasumaying when she was young. As for the safe, all the belongings of her mother Sharon were stored.
According to her late father's birthday, Karasumaying once again skillfully opened the safe.
There was no gold or silver jewelry in it. On the contrary, it was all items that were worthless from a monetary point of view but were of great significance to Sharon.
After carefully taking out the items inside one by one, Karasumaying suddenly saw the old drawing paper again.
This is a very old painting. The paper has turned yellow due to the erosion of time, and the lines outlined by graphite have also faded a lot. It seems that in order to prolong its preservation time as much as possible, at this time it was covered In a layer of vacuum plastic film.
The painting shows a bench. Sitting on the right is the indifferent Shirakawa Qing, and on the left is the somewhat shy Sharon Wynyard.
The person who painted this painting was very good at painting, and the strokes were perfectly drawn. However, Sharon never told Karasuma Ying who painted this painting for them.
In the past, Sharon would remain silent every time she asked this question.
Putting the painting away carefully, Karasumaying finally found what she wanted from the safe.
That's a photo.
The photo shows everyone who came to her father's funeral ten years ago.
【It really looks very similar...】
Karasuma Ying looked at a certain blond foreign woman among them and frowned slightly.
[Is that person who appears in Andrew's Kingdom you? 】
With this thought in mind, she picked up her phone and dialed Sharon's number.
(End of chapter)
