Conan's World: Ke Xue Wei Tan

When Sarye woke up again, the sun was already very dazzling.

She slept on the ground all night last night, and now she was sore all over. She forced herself to limp back to her cemetery gatekeeper, but she stopped after taking a few steps and looked back sleepily.

Are there a few of these tombstones missing?

Zariye paused for a long time, didn't pay much attention, and continued walking back.

Is it because she didn't wake up? How could someone come and steal the tombstone in the middle of the night?

Now she just wants to go back to her soft bed and have a good sleep.

Sarye rubbed her messy long hair, yawned and slowly returned to the doorman's office, when she suddenly heard a voice:

"You, where are you from?"

Sarye watched in confusion, only to see an old man standing in front of her, holding a broom and dustpan in his hands, looking at her in shock.

Few outsiders came to the cemetery, so Sarye asked: "I originally lived here, where did you come from?"

The old man showed a fierce and scary expression and scolded: "I am the guard here. Why didn't I see you go in last night?"

Sarye walked towards the guard room not far away disapprovingly, and said as she walked: "I'm not the only one who sees the cemetery..."

In the middle of her words, her footsteps stopped at the same time as the words were spoken, and her eyes were fixed on the decoration in the guard room.

In order to maintain the happiness index of her early retirement life, Sarye decorated the doorman into the specifications of a high-end villa, but...

this……

Looking at the small bungalow that was so simple that it didn't even have a door panel, Sarye extremely suspected that she was hungover again.

After all, she almost dug out Zhu Fu when she was still hungover last time.

She stepped forward suspiciously, poked the wall of the bungalow hard, turned her eyes, and saw her cheek reflected in the glass next door.

this……

Zariye touched her cheek, feeling like jade, cold and smooth.

No, her face was clearly scratched during a fight with someone during a mission three years ago. There was a permanent scar from the corner of her eye to behind her ear. At that time, her proud appearance was ruined and she was huddled in the basement. It was dull for at least half a year. Finally, that person came from abroad and dragged her to Bellmode very impatiently. The two of them worked together to help her disguise the scar. But after they died, her scar disappeared again. No one helped cover it up.

How is this going?

Zariye was stunned for a moment, looking through the glass at the calendar in the room.

The time shown on the brand new calendar was eight years ago.

That was five years before the organization was annihilated.

Is this...still a hangover?

The old man sweeping the floor was still chattering behind Sarye. Sarye quickly turned around and walked in the direction of the home in her memory.

The vehicles passing by along the way will also bring a gust of wind mixed with car exhaust, which is really incomparable.

Who is teasing her?

If they dare to joke about this, she will definitely skin them.

Sarye quickly returned to what she had said before. The key was still placed under the mat at the door, and she opened the door with some unfamiliarity.

The layout of the room is very simple, but extremely familiar. She seems to have liked this minimalist style before.

She hasn't had a good life for a few days, so you won't be able to knock her back to her original shape at once, right?

Sarye quickly walked into the room, turned on the computer and searched for anything that could remind her of the event.

Although she knew that this was five years before the organization was annihilated, she remembered many things that happened during this year, such as her first meeting with the Kudo family, being forced to join the organization, and a series of tasks, etc. The current situation is Whether it was a dream or a prank, she had to figure out the current situation...

etc.

Sarye suddenly squinted her eyes and looked at the pitiful digital display on the computer, her fingers trembling slightly.

…

Where is her savings?