Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

New York luxury apartment interior.

Blood-stained gauze was all over the floor, and bits of blood stains extended along the door of the room into the bathroom. The permeating smell of blood lingered, leaving a gloomy atmosphere.

Sarye walked in from outside the room, shaking the detergent from her hand, making sure that every drop of blood would be contaminated with fine white powder, then closed the door and asked softly:

"You were just playing the role of a road devil, why did you capsize in the gutter?"

Her words caused a sound of rubbing quilts in the room.

"I didn't see you when I came out last night. Where were you?"

Sharon's tired and weak voice came from over there.

Sariya took off the sunglasses and mask on her face, walked to the bathroom, took out a basin of water, poured all the remaining detergent in her hand into it, and waited for the powder to completely melt before taking the detergent in the apartment. The towel was soaked in water and he responded:

"There are always things that need to distract attention from you." She put on gloves and a towel and said: "I have already processed all the blood you left. Once I wipe off your fingerprints, I will leave here."

Sharon was lying on the bed, enduring the pain of the wounds on her body, and said slowly: "I heard that something happened to the FBI last night."

Sarye paused for a moment and continued wiping the door handle.

"The FBI's New York branch encountered the most public infiltration operation in the past half century. A large amount of red confidential information was destroyed, more than a dozen police officers on duty were injured, and the police chief faced accountability..."

Sharon took the newspaper, read a few words casually, and sneered again.

"Your actions are a little too conspicuous."

"Who said I did this?" Sarye interrupted calmly, "I won't take the blame for this."

Isn't it?

Sharon sat up with difficulty and stared at Sarye who was cleaning the room, her gaze unable to hide at all.

However, if so, this person is really secretive.

"What about you?" Sarye turned back, "I almost risked my life. Did you find what you wanted?"

What does she want?

Sharon stopped.

After the room was cleaned, Sarye piled the blood-stained gauze near the window, took out a lighter, and lit them.

The smoke caused by the burning gauze floated out along the window. Sariye fanned it gently with her hand, took off her black coat and hat, and handed them to Sharon.

"Don't worry so much. When the fire alarm goes off, pretend to be me and follow those people out. Head east and someone will pick you up."

"What about you?" Sharon asked casually as she took the clothes.

"I'm going to take an unmonitored road." Sarye helped her up from the bed and helped her get dressed. "The follow-up matters are ready. You will die here as a road devil."

Being clearly arranged by a girl who was so much younger than herself, Sharon felt a little helpless at first, but soon, she said without warning: "The person above has always wanted to incorporate you into the organization. If you never agree, , they will start from inside your club."

Zariye smiled unhurriedly, and the flame on the lighter greedily devoured all the surrounding materials. The flame gradually climbed up the curtain. After a while, the harsh fire alarm sounded in their ears. There was a sound, and the sounds of running around gradually came from outside the door.

"It's almost time," Sarye opened the door. "Let's go."

Sharon endured the wound on her abdomen and walked to the door of the room, put on her hat and coat.

"There is one thing, it's funny to say, but..."

She suddenly spoke and closed her eyes. "I found my angel."

"Xila, take good care of them."