Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

"Is the mission completed?"

The cold male electronic voice sounded suddenly when Curacao approached the room of the base, accompanied by the lights that suddenly turned on.

"Yes." The young woman with long silver hair and odd-colored eyes answered respectfully.

Even with the interference of electric current and voice change, the man's voice still rose obviously: "You're doing well, you can go down and rest...Why, do you want to ask me something?"

"I don't understand, Lord Rum." A rare man showed obvious praise, even as a confidant, this is extremely rare for Curacao.

And all she did was send a letter in disguise.

Compared with other tasks of assassination, infiltration, and stealing information, this is completely unremarkable. Even if it is carried out as usual, Curacao is still incomprehensible.

"Think I just sent a letter?" The electronic male voice laughed in a low voice, "That's an invitation to cooperate...you haven't forgotten the information about Ania, right?"

Although after a long time, Curacao still froze for a moment when he heard the name again.

How could she forget it? It was because she accidentally saw some documents with this name that she almost died... If Rum hadn't stopped Belmode in time, she would have died without even understanding those old documents Why is it so important.

Having got the answer from her reaction, Rum let her back off, satisfied.

The space was quiet again, and behind the monitoring screen, the man with a cold face turned off the microphone, leaned back against the back of the chair, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The four-year deadline is approaching, and this time, he will be more prepared.

The cooperation invitation given to Ania is the official opening of the theater. After that, the good show is just about to start.

And in the ordinary letter that was handed over, there were actually only two photos: Ania, who was only four years old, in the experimental base; and an internet photo that was blocked and cleared by a fixed program a few months ago.

The first photo was secretly left behind by Rum when the Silver Bullet Laboratory caught fire. When the organization was trying to search for the missing precious experimental product, he wanted to find it privately as a meritorious service... Unexpectedly, a few months later , Belmode took the man back, and the photo was left at will.

But at the moment when the silver bullet experiment has been kept secret in the organization, it can just come in handy.

As long as he saw this photo, he believed that Ania could understand the meaning he deliberately conveyed—Rum's understanding of the silver bullet experiment was no less than that of the boss himself.

In the second picture, the meaning is even more obvious.After the silver bullet experiment could not be replicated, the importance of Anya was self-evident. Part of the work of artificial intelligence is to clean up the Internet traces for her at all times within the prescribed procedures.

However, this photo that should have been cleared is now in the hands of Rum... The information it represents must be enough to make Anya reconsider the conversation four years ago.

In fact, Rum also understands the question that Curacao did not ask.

Judging from the information they have at the moment, Anya had a great time in the Metropolitan Police Department, and even had a heated fight with the police. faster.

But Rum ruled out this option in the first article, and even scoffed at the idea.

The only successful product of the silver bullet experiment that survived from the laboratory since childhood, and who can see through people's hearts since childhood--that monster.

No matter what the reason is, she ran to pretend to be pretending to those idiots on a whim, there would never be a single ounce of sincerity in it; in addition, if the persecution was too extreme, causing her resentment...

Rum withdrew his piercing gaze from the monitor, and stopped thinking about continuing to conceive.

Provoking enemies for no reason is not his style.

In a situation where Belmodura, who is also close to the center, has little chance of winning, Ania, who is wandering outside, is the weaker breakthrough.

In short, he has already offered to show his favor, and all he needs to do now is to wait for the opportunity.

The curling mist was steaming, covering everything under haze.

There was a slight sound of dripping water, and a drop of water fell from the tip of the hair on the forehead into the water surface. After stirring up small ripples, it quickly dissipated.

Pushing away the curly hair that was damp with water vapor, Matsuda looked down at the person in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed her face softer than usual, covered with a thin layer of water vapor, with the pulp of his fingers.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asked in a low voice.

But got no response.

There was still a faint blush on her face, but her eyes were closed and her brows were slightly frowning, as if she had been wrapped in drowsiness and immersed in it unconsciously.

Anyway, the water temperature in the bathtub is constant, and there is no risk of catching a cold after soaking for a while, so it is not bad for her to relax like this for a while.

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinhei slightly adjusted her posture to make her lean more comfortably, and then calmed down again.

Thinking about it, even though there was no clear disclosure, but after the feeling of avenging his friend with his own hands, he quickly realized that the bombing that spanned four years was so much earlier, and the prisoner was accurately identified as the behind-the-scenes promoter.

Fugu, Zhufu and the others must have helped, but the previous month, Liya was busy and must have something to do with this matter.

It has to be said that she seriously wanted to hide one thing, and it was indeed difficult for anyone to detect even the slightest clues... To be able to make such an inference, apart from the details of the day of the case, what he relied on was actually only a faint intuition.

However, if I have to say it, it is probably from the time I saw the gun that I finally realized it later.

Relaxing his thoughts, the curly-haired young man turned his head slightly to stare at her face, his fingertips casually, slowly, sliding down the soft outline.

Although the appearance is slightly weak and the personality is not cheerful, it makes people who are not familiar with it even feel difficult to approach.But standing next to her, you can feel that extraordinary sense of concentration.

Focus on the goal in front of you, work hard for it without distraction, and sometimes even take risks almost impulsively.

Focus on what's important, and pour your heart into it with fervor, with occasional unintentional overt protection.

However, there is no disobedience, Matsuda Jinpei has also seen her depressed and confused, weak and crying, and flustered - not a completely perfect image, but real and vivid, and she exists.

The fingertips passed slowly on the side of the slender neck, then lightly slid along the line, passed through the small concave space and then fell.

As if startled by the strange touch, he quickly noticed the unconscious reaction of the other party's trembling when he swiped past.

But as if he didn't realize it, the curly-haired young man watched the landing point of his fingertips, and just slowly circled around, drawing some visible traces into it.

This position is already dangerous enough, even if the thoughts in his mind have not been sorted out, Riya can no longer close his eyes and rest his mind.

"I'm not asleep yet." Protesting in a low voice, she sank a little deeper into the water.

"Really," Matsuda Jinhei looked at the spreading ripples without any intention of stopping, with a smile flickering in his slightly curved eyes, "I thought Riya couldn't stand up anymore, so I wanted to rest for a while .”

"...Jun Ping, my physical strength is not so bad."

Nodding in disbelief, his response was perfunctory: "Yeah."

"It does seem to have physical strength," the next moment the voice changed, and the curly-haired youth slowed down his speech meaningfully. "Do you still have the strength to use honorifics?"

Is your observation power used in such insignificant places!

The habitual use of honorifics will reappear if you don't pay attention, and you are still getting used to it. This happens when you are unconscious.

With a guilty conscience, Li Ya took the lead to change the subject: "When I called my brother today, I mentioned the relationship with him...Will it be too fast?"

"Huh?" As expected, the curly-haired youth's attention was diverted, but it was completely opposite to what she had imagined——

"Did it take you so long to tell him?" With a surprised tone, "I thought you had already said it."

Liya couldn't help being silent: It turned out to be an attitude that had been prepared long ago.

It's only been more than two months, strictly counting from the confession in Qunma County, it's only more than a month... What's the matter with your confident attitude!

Slightly speechless, she asked back: "Zhen Ping, you obviously didn't tell your family?"

"I didn't mean that," but the next moment she realized what the problem was, her voice became low and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry..."

Matsuda Jinpei's family members were all dead, and she knew it.

"No need to apologize."

Reluctantly and amusingly, he stopped the tendency of the person in his arms to continue to immerse himself in the water, the curly-haired youth slightly raised his eyebrows, and made a seemingly natural request: "But since you mentioned this matter, next month you will Come with me?"

"What are you going to do?" The moment she subconsciously asked, Riya suddenly felt something.

"Let's go see my dad and Hagi."

"My mother's grave is over there in my hometown, and the next time I go will be next year." Explaining to her, Matsuda Jinpei said slowly and calmly.

However, even though he didn't show it, he was actually a little nervous.

But he didn't make him wait long, and the other party also responded gently and naturally: "Okay, let's go together when the time comes."

"Could it be that you didn't intend to go with me?" Feeling the strength on her shoulders unconsciously relaxed, Riya couldn't help exhaling, deliberately complaining, "It's too much oh,"

"Of course not... It's just that it happened at this time."

Not wanting her to misunderstand, the curly-haired youth suddenly became serious.

But before he continued to explain, the sudden leak of laughter interrupted his original train of thought, making him instantly realize that the other party didn't misunderstand what he meant.

"It's just a joke." When he looked back at him, his green eyes raised happy arcs, and he smiled brightly. "Don't worry, Zhen Ping, I will definitely take responsibility."

Looking at the curly-haired young man who was also smiling and had helpless black eyes, she shook her head silently in her heart.

So, it is obvious that this sentence is serious.

Whether it's Rum or that mysterious gentleman, although she doesn't know how many arrangements her past self has left behind, and what kind of mood she has in handing over the plan...but she will definitely protect her precious things.

There is no doubt about this determination.