After Becoming a Little |

I was thinking about things while controlling the little robot, but a communication box suddenly popped up on the phone: "Sister, don't worry about that guy, come to Norway and let's live together~"

Arya's mother replied blankly: "Call me Auntie. 』

"Good sister!I--"

No more, Arya's mother hung up the communication directly and sighed helplessly.

I shouldn't have told the child's contact information in the first place. Although he did help a lot in many cases, the noise level of this child is also very powerful.

He is obviously a persecutory delusional person who runs safe houses all over the world, why should he be so close to himself?

I, Lu Wuxia, are also famous for being ruthless!Bunny is so cute, I will take it directly to dry the pot!

She sighed, and when she was going to see her next time, she must perform eating eggs in front of her to show her ferocity.

The installation of the last eavesdropping device was successfully completed, and the next step is...

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The fist-sized vent on the ceiling of the collection room moved suddenly.

A small flame protruded from the gap, and the fine sparks splashed, turning the unlit collection room into a trembling black and white, showing extremely bizarreness.

When the orange cut frame was completely closed, the small iron piece of the built-in vent was pulled up by something, and a palm-sized metal spider looked left and right with its head, and then beckoned its companion to come down.

A fist-sized wheeled trolley moved forward without stopping, and fell from the ventilation duct on the ceiling with a 'clatter', bounced on the ground a few times, and then limped to the next one. Bottom of the cabinet.

After waiting for several minutes to confirm that no one was disturbed, he slipped out again and began to observe the surrounding situation.

Unlike the strange objects collected by Arya's mother, Arya's father's collection is more orthodox, with jewelry, calligraphy and painting, and porcelain accounting for a large part.

Then she saw Van Gogh's "Poppies" in many collections.

"No way..."

The car moved a few steps forward, and the camera began to zoom, carefully looking at this famous painting that was stolen from the Mahmoud Khalil Museum in Cairo, Egypt, eight years ago.

Alia's mother rolled her eyes, a rich man offered a reward of 800 million pounds in the dark world, and wanted to buy this masterpiece from those who stole the painting, but who knew that her ex-husband actually wanted to buy it? Just hung it on the corner of the wall.

The little car shook its body helplessly to show a sigh, then turned around and started looking for its target.

A pair of graffiti with vacuum environmental protection in the most central dust cabinet.

But in the eyes of Arya's mother, it is a masterpiece that is far more valuable than "Poppy Flower".

"My Favorite Mom and Dad" - Illustrated by Arya.

The metal spider raised its two forelimbs and easily made a rounded gap in the tempered glass, then folded its body and got in. After a while, the movable showcase was taken over the system, opened from the inside, and the glass cover of the showcase was lifted up. .

The little spider carefully rolled up the restored painting, stuffed it into a soft bag carried by the trolley, and hopped with precision to the vent—the ceiling next to it.

Failed to jump, fell.

Fortunately, the little spider is durable, and it has to repeat it about seven or eight times, finding the right angle like playing Angry Birds, and then successfully jumping into the air vent.

At this time, Arya's mother remembered that this little guy seems to be able to walk against the wall...

The wire was dangling, the trolley was hooked on the wire, and it was pulled up, and the vent was welded back again.

Arya's mother stood up from the toilet cubicle, stretched her waist and stretched her muscles and bones, waiting for the two little guys to return the same way.

She squinted at the door panel of the toilet cubicle with [Certificate: 180XXXXXXX] written in marker, and began to think about what to do next.

The next step is to take Zhan Lan away and ask a few small questions...

Thinking of some possible answers, she couldn't help slamming her fist on the wall of the compartment.

"Boom-"

The young lady who was going to the toilet next door just lifted her trousers, and suddenly felt a strange air pressure hit, coupled with the sudden hit on the wall, which made Lingling shiver in shock.

Then the phone slipped from his fingers, and after a series of accidental bumps, he successfully fell into the toilet with a difficult diving posture, and successfully suppressed the spray.

"...you are sick next door!!!"

"..."

PS: arbitrarily arranging book friends as NPCs is a good habit for an author of difficult syndrome.

PS2: The unremarkable uncle driver still lacks friendly performers, so he doesn't have a name, so I feel very guilty.

PS3: We sincerely invite "Remilia" to play the genius hacker "Remi Sauce". (The consultation is just polite, it has been stuffed in, so it is useless to refute)

Section 80 080 - Conflict Escalation?misfortune?Accident?

Zhan Lan sent the little sister who was applying for the job, stood in front of the elevator entrance of the underground garage, and exhaled a long breath.

In such a moment, the underground garage seemed very quiet.

She turned her head to look at the glass mirror in front of the elevator entrance - a figure of an intellectual royal sister was reflected in the mirror.

That figure has a charming face, a pair of moist and agile almond eyes glowing, and a custom-made professional female skirt wraps a well-proportioned figure, and the dignified temperament reveals the unique style of women of this age.

Zhan Lan murmured to himself: "You are already 29 years old..."

She reached out and touched the man in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror also stretched out her hand and stared at the world outside the mirror, her hands overlapping on the mirror surface.

The coldness that the palm touched was like Zhan Lan's own heart now.

Her mind seemed to be echoing what the child said before. She said it very seriously and very

"There are some things that I want to try and don't want to give up."

There was the sound of cars not far from the underground garage, the 'bang' of the door closing, the 'di-di' sound of locking the car, and the 'tap and tap' footsteps of high heels hitting the ground.

Quiet moments are often fleeting, and the hustle and bustle of the world reappears.

Zhan Lan rubbed his slightly red eyes, sorted out his appearance in the mirror, sniffed, and showed a decent professional smile to himself in the mirror.

Immediately, he stepped into the elevator, holding the document like the assistant to the chairman of the Leah Fund as always.

When she pressed the elevator up button, she suddenly heard a slight mechanical stretching sound from the camera in the elevator, but she raised her head subconsciously but didn't see anything wrong - the semi-circular camera The red light was still on quietly, calmly watching the inside of the elevator car.

Zhanlan didn't know what to think in the elevator, and the elevator went up to the 52nd floor smoothly.

When she got out of the elevator, she was already holding her mobile phone, and an instant messaging software interface was opened on the mobile phone interface.

One of the management of the investment department came forward, flipping through the documents, and handed her two pieces of printing paper: "Secretary Zhan, here is a document that you need to go through—"

"Is it something that needs to be dealt with right away?"

Zhan Lan slid the phone screen and walked forward without raising his head, his voice was cold.

"Uh... no, I mean..."

The management hurriedly grabbed the document and walked forward with azure steps. Even when he accidentally bumped into a busy colleague in the aisle, he could only wave his hand in apology. He pointed to the dense numbers on the document: "But in the afternoon, we We have to negotiate, this information is very important, without your permission, we-"

"Give it to me in an hour."

Zhan Lan stood at the door of his office, looked at the management, and raised a finger.

"In this hour, don't disturb me, and you don't need my permission for anything. You have to be worthy of the high salary that the group pays you for some things."

Zhan Lan curved the corners of his mouth, showing an emotionless smile, and then closed the office door with a 'bang-'.

The management manager, who was already a Mediterranean hairstyle, looked at the red word on the door that switched to "Do Not Disturb", and then looked down at the document in his hand, with a kind of 'what's wrong with this world' at a loss.

A clerk walked over quickly, holding a clipboard in his hand: "Manager, this capital statement requires you-"

The manager of the Mediterranean Sea suddenly turned his head, and said with some hatred: "I need me for everything! Are you worthy of the salary the group gives you?"

"Forehead……"

The clerk's brother blinked, and moved the writing board forward a little dumbly: "Well, this statement of capital needs your signature. It was arranged by Secretary Zhan before, and she will read it in the afternoon."

"..."

The manager of Mediterranean Sea opened his mouth and took the writing board: "Where to sign?"

Zhan Lan looked at his spacious office and closed his eyes.

There is also a door in her office, which is connected to the corridor of the chairman's office, and entering is the living room.

That person is in there now.

But sometimes, what matters is not the distance that seems to be close, but is actually the furthest, but the insurmountable mountain in the middle.

Zhan Lan leaned back against the door of his office, looking at a contact on the top of the instant messaging software, his eyes were inexplicable.

After so many years...there are some things, maybe it's time to tell her.

Contact: [Alia]

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The unremarkable driver uncle returned to the China World Trade Center with a box of egg tarts.

He didn't go for a medical examination, he just went to have a meal, and checked the monitoring of the entire building by the way.

Although everything is normal, he always feels that something is not right...

There were a lot of people in the elevator, and another woman came in on the 49th floor and squeezed in to the innermost part.

She was wearing a professional OL dress, wiped her hands with a tissue, held a file bag under her arm, kept whispering the words 'Rang Rang, Rang Rang', and squeezed into the innermost corner with some difficulty.

The driver's uncle's egg tart was almost hit by her, and he quickly retreated to the corner.

Although the 50th floor is the working area of ​​the Leah Fund, the Leah Fund cooperates with many companies downstairs, so personnel exchanges are a very normal thing.

The driver's uncle looked bored into the elevator car, his eyes stopped on the camera, and after squinting for a while, he lowered his head and reached into his underwear pocket.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he strode out, took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his suit and contacted the security department: "Reset all cameras, I suspect that someone has hacked our surveillance system - also check the list of people entering and leaving today. , while closing the direct elevator on the 52nd floor and opening the electronic access control over the chairman's office."

His reaction obviously frightened everyone who came out of the elevator. The white-collar workers looked at each other in dismay, and hurriedly walked away from the elevator car. The hustle and bustle passed by both sides of him and poured into the departments on both sides of the corridor.

The driver's face turned cold, these people living in a peaceful country naturally didn't understand what danger was.

The filth of capital is the existence of breaking the bottom line.