Teresi took the kettle to the tea room, threw it dry on the sink, and stuffed it next to the refrigerator.
"Lu Yisi asked something about you one night. I was too sleepy at that time. I said it briefly. It didn't involve very private ones, so it doesn't matter."
"Well, it's not a problem. As long as the case is not involved, I don't care."
Carl's hand was looking at the email, hesitating for a long time, staring at the screen, but he didn't turn to the next email for a long time, almost biting the pinyin and asking:
"Why...she asked me?"
"I guess it's... curious. She often asks me what I'm from, and asks me different accents, and asks me what delicious food is in my hometown. Actually, I think Lu Yisi is not what it says online... Well... green tea is very good, very easy-going, not bad-hearted, and beautiful, with a great figure, just a little..."
"What's a little bit?"
"It seems... I want to eat everything."
Just greedy... Carl was speechless. Isn't this the same as Ives?
"Even if it is irrelevant..." Carl began to recite scriptures.
"I know! Even if it doesn't matter, I can't mention it to anyone outside the case handling team, especially public figures like Lu Yisi! I remember."
"Well, after you have processed the report and email, go to the service hall to answer the alarm."
If you are not familiar with the business, Carl will ask to contact the state police more and get out of the police whenever you have time.
Learn more about business.
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Night is covered with the dome of Arante.
The Creator sprinkled a few bright stars on the sky to comfort those who have worked all day.
The Federation of Arante Republic, the capital city of Cofen.
Coffin, the city of never sleeping; Arante administrative center, political highland, military command center, historical origin; a top academic and technological city; a municipality with modern fashion vitality and excellent traditional culture coexisting; a sales vault with the highest consumption level in the entire Western continent; a dense population flow second only to San Mateo; an international capital, bringing foreigners from more than 300 countries around the world.
...
There are many titles in Coffin City.
But one word can be summarized - tolerant.
A city with a huge and inclusive surname.
No matter you have a dream, the technicians.
Still nine generations of natives.
Coffin opened the biggest angle and absorbed it into it.
In Coffin, you may not have seen the commander.
But as long as you look up, you can see the statue of the goddess Arant standing among the clouds.
The huge statue was completed in the Katlov era.
It is more of a confidence than a belief of the Arantes.
Goddess Arant was deified into a god and was the guest of honor in more ancient legends.
The people of Arant are all descendants of God.
Everyone who has taken history classes has learned the "Alante Sutra" and has read the ancient Chinese characters of Alante like chicken intestines and bean sprouts.
In Coffin, you may not have visited the Grand Commander's Mansion, but you must have been to the Royal Public Museum of Arante.
The magnificent Royal Museum, red bricks and golden tiles, and is rich in Arante Renaissance architectural flavor.
The exhibition area of ​​nearly 20,000 square meters is divided into more than 170 exhibition halls, and tens of thousands of collections are exhibited in chronological order.
From prehistoric to modern times, everything is available.
The inner part is a conical top and a pillar, and the outer part is a neatly high and low tower.
It can be said that every wall and every pillar are cultural relics...
The main exit of the Royal Museum.
I sent off the last group of students who came to school, the tan-haired female staff in the museum, and entered the control room next to the exit, intending to press the electric door gate and close the hall.
Suddenly, the female staff member saw a black figure flashing out of the gate gate.
It seemed like I bumped into something and was suddenly blocked.
It seems to be a young man wearing a black mask.
Black and neatly divided middle-parted short hair, antique gold-edged tassel glasses.
Black clothes and black pants, dark gold floating patterns on the clothes are faintly visible, and there are also fabric birds that have been outdated for hundreds of years on their shoulders.
"Sir, the museum is closed."
The female staff member was more than 20 meters away from him and reminded loudly, thinking about it, intending to add a sentence "Only accept group visitors to book".
Before he could say it, the other party suddenly disappeared - as mysterious and strange as he came.
The night is hazy at this time.
The female staff blinked hard and confirmed that she was right.
A figure in black flashed by just now.
The young man suddenly disappeared.
The female staff member picked up the wireless intercom and asked the security guard to watch the surveillance.
The Royal Museum of Arante has been in charge of heavy troops since a hundred years ago.
After the beginning of the Katlov era, society became stable and the security forces at the door were reduced to less than 1,000 guards.
Thirty years ago, the Grand Commander's New Mansion was completed, on the back street of the Royal Museum.
The public security nearby has been further improved.
In the past few decades, I could see guards holding miniature charges at the door.
The social economy has developed rapidly to this day.
The national quality and education level have reached an unprecedented high.
Coffin City robbed in the streets, and bus and subway pickpockets were almost extinct.
Therefore, in the Royal Museum, there are only more than 300 security guards working in three shifts, and the military department will arrange on duty.
Arante's historical and cultural treasure for more than 2,000 years seems to continue to be safe and sound in this safe and developed era...
"There is no abnormality, no abnormality over the back door, and emergency exit."
The exhausted voice of the security guard came from the walkie-talkie.
The female staff member wondered, and came out of the control room, came to the gate gate line that the black shadow had just flashed, stood and looked at the ground, looking at the ground again, and was puzzled for a long time.
Opposite the main exit of the museum is a corner of the quiet national park.
The circular fountain at the door is neatly concave its usual curves.
The female staff suddenly felt something behind her and subconsciously turned back—
Empty museum exit.
It was a little gloomy under the dark orange-yellow lights.
She shivered, remembering the supernatural incident that occurred in the museum in the past, and hurried back to the control room to close the gate.
Go home from get off work!
There is a hallucination when moving bricks...
During this period, students from all over the country and even overseas have been crowded with museums.
If you get mentally ill, it will not be considered an industrial injury.
The female staff member thought so and hurriedly closed the gate.
Inside the museum.
The cleaning staff have finished cleaning and patrol security inspection in the museum.
Then the main light was turned off.
Only wall lights and corner lights are left.
In the security room, there is no abnormality in infrared surveillance and general surveillance images.
Honghao, a black-clad man, stood at the deepest part of the Royal Museum under the throne of the goddess Arant.
Stand for an hour.
Even though the founding empress of Arant died for 2000 years.
Even if the throne has no master's breath.
He still had the idea of ​​kneeling down on one knee.
The deep-rooted surname of slave...
Honghao ridiculed himself.
The throne is a solid, cold iron and brass collection, with both the cold and hard black silver color of metal and the majestic and dignified and dignified color of dull gold background.
The entire throne is carved with reliefs of plants and marine animals.
Chapter completed!