"What's going on?" 'Arnold' was startled.
Caroline sat down and said seriously: "Do you remember that I mentioned to you that when Livia died, a bank card was stolen from me?"
'Arnold' nodded and sat down.
Caroline said: "Actually, that card was temporarily given to me by someone else for safekeeping... The other party has some trouble with the money in it and cannot touch it casually. I don't know the specific reason, but that guy, once the money is If you move, the police will most likely find you."
'Arnold' frowned and said abruptly: "Are you... is that black money?"
Caroline shook her head: "Yeah, I don't know. I'm just keeping it for someone. After the thing is done, that person will give me a very generous reward."
Caroline glanced at 'Arnold' and then said: "There was a password written on that card. I couldn't help it and took a look quietly... The numbers inside were a bit scary!"
'Arnold' suddenly said: "How many."
However, Caroline showed a look of caution, "The key is not how much money is there, but I think Haley will definitely withdraw the money. Because he doesn't know that the money inside cannot be touched."
"This..." 'Arnold' thought seriously for a while, "How are you sure that this money really cannot be touched? Furthermore, why did that person let you keep such a large amount of money and write the password on the card? ?”
Caroline smiled bitterly and said: "Otherwise, how do you think an ordinary person like me could get such a large amount of money? If I had this ability, how could I be like here now, hiding here and there, afraid of a Boston Boss? Moreover, I don’t know the reason why he wrote the password on the card, just like I don’t know why he chose me to keep it for him... However, I always feel that that person is not an ordinary person. Originally, holding such a large sum of money People who have money dare to ask someone like me who has nothing to do to keep it, they must have some confidence, right?"
'Arnold' was silent. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Is this mysterious man really so dangerous?"
Caroline nodded seriously and thought: "On the same night that the incident happened, the boss Neymar in our slum was assassinated, and at the same time, the confidants of a powerful boss next door also died together. For Then, the two gangs started fighting like crazy. Livia decided to run out and hide for a while because the house was in too much trouble..."
She glanced at 'Arnold' inadvertently, and then said with a wry smile: "It's just that she may never think that there is more danger outside."
"My condolences." 'Arnold' comforted him, and then said cautiously: "So, do you think this money is related to the fight between the two big gangs?"
Caroline shook her head and said: "How do I know so much? I'm just a very ordinary person... But I think there may be a relationship between them? Otherwise, it wouldn't happen on the same night. But actually, this is fine. , I was obsessed with money and took this job, but now I think about it, it was still too impulsive. That kind of money is not something that a person like me can get... Now that Hailey has stolen him, everything can be changed. onto him.”
"That guy actually killed Livia... It can be regarded as a kind of retribution." Caroline sighed, then looked at 'Arnold', and suddenly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. After all, Hai The profit is also yours..."
'Arnold' looked a little unnatural, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, we have no feelings for a long time, life or death has nothing to do with me..."
The topic suddenly fell into silence, and 'Arnold' didn't know what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Caroline suddenly said: "Then... how about I help you do it?"
'Arnold' was stunned and looked towards Caroline in confusion.
I saw Caroline clasping her palms at this moment, then moving them up and down a few times, biting her lip and saying: "I'm sorry...I, I only know this way of comforting men...I feel like you should be feeling quite uncomfortable. of."
"No... no need." 'Arnold' stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, "I... I want to go outside for a walk... just a walk. You... if you have nothing to do, it's best not to go out. .”
Caroline nodded in understanding.
Arnold quickly dressed and left the dormitory directly. After waiting for a while, Caroline quickly put on a loose coat and quietly followed out.
She lost everything, not just her bank card, but even her savings were confiscated by the Boston boss... All of this was because of the guy named Hailey.
She didn't know if the current 'Arnold' was Hailey, but maybe she would find a clue this time.
People die for money.
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After finishing his work, Mr. Offee went home earlier than usual tonight. When he returned home, he saw his servant Bara walking up to him quickly, looking worried.
"What happened?" Mr. Offee asked with a frown.
Bara shook her head: "Sir, I don't know what to do... Otherwise, you should take a look for yourself. Mr. French seems to be a little abnormal today."
Mr. Aoife was startled and frowned again: "Where are the others?"
Bara quickly said: "He is in the workshop in the backyard."
Mr. Ao Fei left his briefcase on the sofa, and walked with Bara to the workshop in the backyard - it was a workshop, but it was actually just a wooden house, usually used to store sundries and be used by some families. Hardware and stuff like that.
When Mr. Aoife and Bara arrived, they saw Dr. French lying on the ground. He was holding chalk in his hand and writing something quickly on the floor.
A series of complex formulas composed of various symbols and equations - not only on the floor, but also on the walls and tables, wherever blank spaces can be seen, they are now filled with various kinds of formulas. formula.
Dr. French seemed to have fallen into a crazy state, and the ground was densely covered with discarded chalk heads.
"How long has he been like this?" Mr. Offee's frown deepened.
"It's been a long time." Bara said: "As soon as Mr. French came back from the evening, he walked directly here. I didn't pay attention at the time. I didn't realize this until I made dinner and was about to call him. . And no matter how I call him, he ignores me."
Mr. Offee walked directly behind Dr. French at this time. Just when he was about to speak, Dr. French suddenly stood up and said, "Harry, the amount of rocket propellant and engine parameters are suitable for the ideal speed. I How many times has it passed that we couldn’t just use Tsiolkovsky’s formula alone to calculate it? That set of formulas is outdated!”
Mr. Offee was startled by Dr. French's roar.
His face changed slightly, and he saw that Dr. French was talking to an old brown bear puppet placed on the table... Mr. Aoife didn't know what happened to Dr. French at this time. , but in his opinion, Dr. French was just talking to himself!
"This is Harry." Bara walked over at this time, pointed to the brown bear puppet, and then pointed to a dilapidated transistor TV not far away and said: "This is Bowefu."
Under Mr. Aoife's incredulous gaze, Bara helplessly pointed to the other items in the workshop one by one, such as hammers, electric drills, fishing rods, etc., and named them one by one.
Finally, Bara picked up a deflated football on the ground and said with a wry smile: "This is you, Mr. Aoife... Doctor, you are hindering his work, so I just threw you... Oh, I am, he took this ball Kicked away."
Whenever Mr. Aoife heard Bara's name, Mr. Aoife's face would become ugly.
Bara was hesitant to speak at this time, but finally called Mr. Aoife, and then hesitantly pointed at her head with her fingers, "Sir, is there something... wrong with Dr. French?"
"These guys are from back then..." Mr. Aoife suddenly trembled.
He pulled Dr. French's shoulders heavily, and then stared into Dr. French's eyes seriously, only to see that Dr. French seemed to have no feeling and muttered something to himself, "High-energy propellant, It is necessary to use propellants with high specific thrust that are more effective... The structure of the first- and second-stage rockets is lighter, and it should be even lighter... It's just a little bit close..."
"Old guy!" Mr. Offee shook Dr. French's shoulders vigorously at this time, "Can't you hear me!! Wake up!!"
"It still doesn't work... It still doesn't work... Maggie, help me do another simulation. I seem to have thought of a new breakthrough point..."
"Maggie is dead!!" Mr. Offee roared suddenly.
Dr. French was suddenly startled, then looked at Mr. Offee in confusion, frowned and said: "Who are you? Why do you appear in my laboratory? Don't disturb my work! The next experiment will start in half a year! Get out of here and stay out of my way!"
Dr. French shook off Mr. Offee's hands, then took the chalk in his hand, turned around and wiped a bunch of formulas on the table, and then continued writing.
Mr. Aoife was so angry that he reached out to grab Dr. French's arm, snatched the chalk from his hand, and said angrily: "What are you doing to me! I, Maggie, am already dead! You were the one who caused her death." of!!"
But Dr. French screamed and even pushed Mr. Offee away, "Guard! Guard! Knock the person out!! Guard!!"
I saw Dr. French frantically grabbing various tools on the table and throwing them towards Mr. Offee.
Scissors, hammer, glue...
Seeing this, Bara quickly pulled Mr. Offee out of the workroom, "Sir, I think we shouldn't stimulate Dr. French... He is in a very bad state now."
"He's absolutely crazy!" Mr. Offee cursed angrily, "He doesn't even recognize me!"
But Dr. French regained his composure after Mr. Aoife and Bara left the workshop, and began to draw on the floor again.
When Mr. Aoife saw this, he closed the door of the workshop bitterly, and then said angrily: "Lock it! If you don't feed him, let's see how long he can pretend to be crazy!"
Mr. Offee turned and walked away.
Bara glanced helplessly at the window, but Dr. French seemed to be fine.
Bara sighed, she knew something about this family... Is this Dr. French's counterattack against Mr. Offee's forceful resignation from his job in the scientific research institute?
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Song You hadn't slept so late for a long time.
It was almost ten o'clock in the morning when he got out of bed. While he was full of energy, he also felt a sense of fulfillment. There is nothing more satisfying than completing a long-cherished wish for many years.
"Master, you're awake."
Uncle Wu had already arrived in front of Song You with his servants and towels and other washing supplies.
Song You was not in a hurry to wash up, but asked: "Where is Luo Qiu? Is he awake? Did nothing happen last night? It's my fault, he went to bed too early."
"Nothing special." Uncle Wu smiled and said, "Master Qiu was also tired and fell asleep early. But he has woken up now and is going to buy you something to eat with the eldest young master."
Song You smiled and said: "Whatever you want to eat, just let the fourth child make it. Why do you have to go out and buy it yourself?"
Uncle Wu said: "Young Master, I wanted to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks, so I went to China Street to buy some... I should be back soon."
Song You was relieved for a while and said: "These two children are determined... Old Five, help me up."
Uncle Wu quickly helped Song You up, "Master, be careful."
Suddenly, a man walked quickly to the door of the room and said respectfully: "Sir, your satellite phone is calling from China."
"Hua Guo?" Song You frowned and said quickly: "Take it over."
Uncle Wu waved his hand at this time, and all the servants exited the room in an orderly manner. After Uncle Wu took the phone and handed it to Song You, he also exited the room and closed the door.
Only then did Song You say seriously: "I am Song You."
"The ghost of the Song family is me."
Song You quickly sat down and his attitude became humble, "Sister Li, why are you calling me so late?"
This phone call was from Huaguo late at night...from the old Mrs. Zhang Li Lanfang of the Zhang family.
"Song Gui, I found something about the person you asked me to check. I guess you will be very interested."
"You." Song You frowned.
"You, the Song family, were probably killed secretly." At the desk, Zhang Li Lanfang looked at some materials in front of her, "Here are some materials, I'll give them to you..."
This is what Shi Shijie sent and has already sorted out. Zhang Li Lanfang didn't hide anything, and calmly stated everything he had learned.
"...That's probably it. My manpower is still checking all the people who were on duty that year. I hope to give you more information as soon as possible. Ghost of the Song family, are you listening to me?"
Song You was silent for a while, and then he said slowly: "Sister Li, can I trouble you with one more thing?"
"Okay, what's the matter?"
"I want to go back."
Zhang Lilanfang frowned, "How many people are there?"
Song You said in a deep voice: "Three hundred!"
"Too much."
"No amount is too much!" Song You said solemnly: "I know this is a bit overwhelming. If Sister Li finds it too troublesome, You will find other ways."
"You are going to bring about a bloody storm... Ghost of the Song family." Zhang Lilanfang sighed: "I'll think of a way, but it can only be done in batches. I hope you don't go too far."
"Kindness without saying thanks."
"But I have a condition."
"you."
"I recently took on a job that almost required a professional manpower. Song Gui, you three hundred people need to lend me a hand when the time comes. How about that?"
"Just as I was told." Song You agreed without even frowning.
