Chapter 819: 饕餮

Chapter 819
"What?" ‘Ano’.
Carolyn sat down and said, "I still remember that I mentioned it to you. On the day of Livia’s death, did I still steal a bank card?"
‘Ano’ nodded and sat down.
Caroline said: "In fact, the card is temporarily handed over to me for safekeeping... The other party said that the money inside is a little troublesome and cannot be moved casually. I don’t know the reason, but the guy said that this Once the money has moved, it is very likely that the police will find it."
‘Ano’ frowned and said coldly:
You mean... is it black money?

Caroline shook her head: "I said, I don't know. I just help people keep it. After the incident, the person said, it will give me a very good reward."
Caroline glanced at ‘Ano’ and said,
The card has a password on it. I didn’t hold it back. I went to see it quietly... the numbers are a little scary!

‘Ano’ suddenly said:
How many.

Caroline showed a hint of vigilance. "The key is not how much money there is, but I think that Haley will definitely take the money. Because he doesn't know that the money inside can't move."
"This..." 'Ano' seriously thought for a while. "How do you know that this money really can't move? Besides, why did that person let you keep such a large sum of money, and also write the password on the card? ?"
Carolyn smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, do you think that I am such a normal person, where is such a large sum of money? If I have this ability, where will it be like here now, hiding in Tibet, afraid of a Boston Boss? Moreover, I don’t even know why he wrote the password on the card, just as I don’t know why he chose me to keep it... But I always feel that the person is not an ordinary person. Originally, holding such a large pen The money man, dare to look for someone like me to keep it, must be sure?"
‘Ano’ was silent, and after a long time, he suddenly asked:
Is this mysterious person really so dangerous?

Carolyn nodded seriously and thought: "On the same night, the Neymar boss in our slum was assassinated. At the same time, there was a powerful boss next door, and it was dead. To this end, the two gangs frantically rushed together. Speaking of it, Livia was at the time because the head of the house was too chaotic, and he planned to run out to hide for a few days..."
She looked at ‘Ano’ inadvertently and then smiled bitterly:
It’s just that she will never think of it, and it’s even more dangerous outside.


Festival.
‘Ano’ comforted, and immediately cautiously said:
So, do you think that this money is related to the fight between the two big gangs?

Caroline shook her head. "Where I know so much, I am just a very ordinary person... but I think this may be related to it? Otherwise it will not happen on the same night. But in fact Ok, I was lucky enough to pick up this job. Now I think it’s too impulsive. The money is not something that I can hold... Now that Haili has stolen him, anything can be done. Go to him."
"That guy actually killed Livia... It’s a kind of retribution." Caroline sighed, then looked at 'Arno' and suddenly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. After all, how to say it, Haley is also yours..."
‘Ano’’s face was somewhat unnatural, and then he shook his head.
It’s okay, we have no feelings for a long time. He’s dead and he has nothing to do with me...

The topic suddenly fell into silence, and ‘Ano’ didn’t know what he was thinking.
When Caroline saw it, he suddenly said, "That... Would you like me to help you?"
‘Ano’ stunned and looked puzzled toward Caroline.
I saw Caroline hold the palm of his hand at this moment, then swayed up and down a few times, biting his lip and said: "I'm sorry... I, I will only have this way of comforting men... I feel that you should be very uncomfortable. of."
"No... no." 'Ano' suddenly stood up from the sofa. "I... I want to walk outside... It’s good to go. You...you have nothing to do, it’s best not to go out. ""
Caroline nodded and said.
Arnold quickly dressed and then left the bedroom directly. After waiting for a while, Caroline quickly put on a loose coat and followed quietly.
She didn't have everything, not just the bank card, even her own savings were collected by Boston's boss... all because of the guy named Hayley.
She doesn't know if the current 'Ano' is Haley, but perhaps this one will find a clue.
Man is dead for money.
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After finishing the day's work, Mr. Orphee went home tonight earlier than usual. When he got home, he saw the servant Bara, who quickly came to him and looked worried.

What happened?
Mr. Orphee asked with a frown.
Bara shook her head: "Sir, I don't know what to say... If you don't, take a look at it yourself. Mr. Ferranci seems to be abnormal today."
Mr. Orphee glanced again and frowned again: "What about others?"
Barra quickly said: "He is in the backyard work room."
Mr. Orphee kept the briefcase on the sofa and went to the backyard work room with Bara. It was a working room. It was actually a log cabin. It was used to place sundries and some families could use it. Something that comes with hardware equipment.
When Mr. Orphee and Barra arrived, they saw Dr. Ferranci lying on the ground. He held the chalk in his hand and was writing something on the floor.
A string of strings is a complex formula of symbols and equations—not just on the floor, even on the walls, on the table, but wherever you can see the blanks, it’s full of various things at the moment. formula.
Dr. Ferran seems to have fallen into a state of madness, and the ground is densely thrown away by the chalk head.
"How long has he been like this?" Mr. Orphee frowned deeper.
"It’s been a long time." Barra said: "When Mr. Ferranci came back in the evening, he went straight here. I didn't care. I found these when I was ready to call him for dinner. And no matter how I call him, he ignores me."
Mr. Orphee went directly behind Dr. Ferranci and was about to talk. Dr. Ferran suddenly stood up. "Harry, the number of rocket propellants and the engine parameters for the ideal speed, I How many times have you said that you can't just use the Tsiolkovsky formula to calculate it? The formula is out of date!"
Mr. Orphee was shocked by Dr. Ferranci’s roar.
His face changed slightly, and Dr. Ferranci spoke to an old brown bear puppet placed on the table... Mr. Orphee didn’t know what happened to Dr. Ferranci at this time. Things, but in his opinion, Dr. Ferran is completely talking to himself!
"This is Harry." Barra came over and pointed at the brown bear puppet, then pointed to a dilapidated crystal tube TV not far away: "This is Bove."
Under Mr. Orphee's incredible gaze, Bara reluctantly pointed to the rest of the work room, hammers, electric drills, and fishing rods, etc., to name one by one.
Finally, Bara picked up a football that was mad, and smiled bitterly: "This is you, Mr. Orphee... The doctor said that you are working with him, so I will take you directly... Hey, I mean, he Kick the ball away."
Whenever Mr. Orphee heard the name Barra said, Mr. Orphee’s face would become hard to look.
Bara stopped talking at this time, and finally shouted Mr. Orphee, and then hesitated to use his fingers to smack his fingers in his head. "Sir, Dr. Ferranch is here... Is there a problem?"
"These guys are all that year..." Mr. Orphee suddenly screamed.
He pulled Dr. Ferranci's shoulder heavily, and then stared carefully at Dr. Ferranci's eyes, but saw Dr. Ferranci feel like nothing, muttering something, "high-energy propellant, A propellant that is more effective with high specific thrust... The structure of the primary and secondary rockets is lighter and should be lighter... Almost, it will be a little worse..."
"Old guy!" At this moment, Mr. Orphee swayed Dr. Ferranci's shoulder vigorously. "I can't hear it!! Sober!!"
"I still can't... still can't... Maggie, let me do a simulation again, I seem to think of a new breakthrough point..."
"Maggie is dead!!" Mr. Orphee snarled.
Dr. Ferranchi suddenly glimpsed, and then looked at Mr. Orpheus doubtfully, frowning: "Who are you? Why is it in my lab? Don't bother my work! The next experiment will start half a year!" Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"
Dr. Ferranch opened Mr. Orpheus's hands, then held the chalk on his hand, turned and rubbed a pile of formulas on the table, and continued to write.
Mr. Orphee was angry and directly reached out to grab Dr. Ferranci’s arm and snatched the chalk from his hand. He said,
What nerves do you give me! I said that Maggie is dead! It’s your fault. dead!!"
Dr. Ferranci also screamed and even pushed Mr. Orphee hard. "Protect! Defend! Let people blow me out!! Defend!!"
I saw Dr. Ferranch madly grabbing the various tools on the table and fell to Mr. Orphee.
Scissors, hammers, glue...
When Barra saw it, she quickly pulled Mr. Orphee out of the workplace. "Sir, I don't think we should stimulate Dr. Ferranci... He is in a bad state."
"He is crazy!" Mr. Orphee yelled. "He doesn't even know me!"
However, Dr. Ferranchi returned to the workplace after Mr. Orphee and Bara left the workplace, and began to paint on the ground.
When Mr. Orphee saw this, he shut the door of the workplace with hatred and then angered: "Lock! Don't give him a meal, I see when he can be crazy and sell it!"
Mr. Orphee turned and left.
Bara looked helplessly at the window, but Dr. Ferranci seemed to be fine.
Bara sighed, how much she knew about the family... Is this a counterattack from Dr. Frankie’s hard-hitting resignation from his research institute?
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Song Tianyou hasn't slept so late for a long time.
It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, he just climbed up the bed, and when he was full of energy, he felt a feeling of fullness, and there was no more satisfying thing than the long-cherished wish.
"Master, you are awake."
Wu Shu had brought the servants, holding towels and other things, and came to Song Tianyou.
Song Tianyou did not rush to groom, but asked: "Luo Qiu? Did he wake up? Nothing happened last night? Blame me, sleep too early."
"Nothing special." Wu Shu smiled and said: "Qiu Shaoye is also tired for a day, and fell asleep early. But he is now awake, and is working with the big and small, said to buy some food for you."
Song Tianyou said: "What do you want to eat, let the fourth person do it, and go out and buy it yourself?"
Wu Shudao said: "It’s said that the young and the big, I want to eat soy milk fritters, I went to Chinatown to buy it... I should be coming back soon."
Song Tianyou was relieved for a while: "These two children have a heart... the fifth, help me get up."
Wu Shu quickly helped Song Tianyou get up, "Master, be careful."
Suddenly a man walked quickly to the door of the room and respectfully said: "Master, your satellite phone is called by China."
"Huaguo?" Song Tianyou frowned, and quickly said: "Come on."
Wu Shu waved his hand at this time, and all the servants quit the room in an orderly manner. After Wu Shu took the phone and handed it to Song Tianyou, he also withdrew from the room and closed the door.
Song Tianyou was just right at this time: "I am Song Tianyou."
"Song Jia Xiao Gui, it is me."
Song Tianyou quickly sat down and his attitude became humble. "Sister Li, it’s too late, call me again, what is it."
This phone call was made by the late Chinese night... from the phone of Zhang Jiazhang, the old lady of Li Lanfang.
"Song Jia Xiao Gui, the person you asked me to check, I found something here. I guess you will be very interested."
"You said." Song Tianyou frowned.
"You Song family, I am afraid it was killed by people." Before the desk, Zhang Li Lanfang looked at some of the materials in front of him. "There are several materials here, I will tell you..."
This is what Shi Shijie sent and has already sorted out. Zhang Li Lanfang did not conceal anything, and he calmly stated what he had heard on his side.
"...This is probably the case. My staff is still checking the attendance of the year. All the people at the scene hope to give you more news as soon as possible. Song family, are you listening to me?"
Song Tianyou was silent for a while, and he slowly said: "Sister Li, can you bother you more than one thing?"
"Say, what?"
"I want to go back."
Zhang Li Lanfang frowned. "How many people?"
Song Tianyou Shen Sheng: "Three hundred!"
"Too much."
"No more!" Song Tianyou said: "I know this is a bit harder. If Ms. Li feels too much trouble, God Bless will think of another way."
"You are going to bring a storm of blood... Song family." Zhang Li Lanfang sighed: "I think of a way, but only in batches, I hope you don't go too far."
"Kindness without saying thanks."
"But I have a condition."
"You say."
"I recently took a job, almost a professional man. Song family, you 300 people, I need to borrow a use, how?"
"I just told you." Song Tianyou did not wrinkle his brow and agreed directly.
(End of this chapter)