[Brother War] On the heroine's self-cultivation

The street shooting schedule was temporarily cancelled, so Ema found a random coffee shop and sat down, watching coldly as the opposite side took off the funny hood, and was pulling the light out of her hair with her hands.

Due to being stuffed in the headgear for too long, her fair face was flushed, her eyes were a little watery, and her messy long hair revealed a vaguely gorgeous style when she fiddled with it.After noticing that Ema's eyes were not friendly, he raised his head and slightly pursed his lips, evoking a beautiful smile, and suddenly felt a breeze coming, and the water lotus half-opened.

Ema spat half a mouthful of blood in her heart.Do you want to take advantage of being good looking?Facing such a face, all anger and anger will be reduced by half.

Unwilling to let him go like this, Ema still stared at him with a stinky face, "Is it addictive to tease me? It's not enough in Japan, but you have to chase it to the United States?"

Just hugging the big SpongeBob SquarePants headgear, propping his elbows on it and smiling, there is a kind of childish innocence.

"Who is Ema, your expression is so cute every time, I can't help but want to tease you."

Ema slapped the table angrily, "So it's still my fault?"

Guang nodded seriously, "Of course. I don't really like doing these things, it's quite childish."

Fuck!I can no longer communicate with this person in human language, so let's just kill him.

Just when Ema was sharpening her sword in her heart and thinking of a thousand and one ways to destroy the corpse, Hikaru suddenly sat upright, her body leaned forward slightly, her brows were raised, showing a somewhat serious expression.

It was obviously an extremely beautiful and charming face, but under such an expression, it showed a different sharpness and coldness than usual.

Ema was slightly taken aback.She seemed to have seen his expression only in that near car accident.

"This time, there is actually one thing that needs your help."

"Me?" She blinked her eyes and lowered her eyes, tapped the tip of her index finger on the table twice, then looked up at him, "If I can help you, acting? Or... translation?"

Guang laughed, looking at her eyes full of admiration, "very smart, almost guessed right."

Ema smiled disapprovingly.After chasing after the United States, I came here to ask her for help, which means that she is indispensable for this matter, and the special features that can be used in her body, one is acting skills, and the other is proficiency in Chinese, other than that, you can do it without her Others can help.

"This matter is a bit complicated, and it may take up a little of your time. Do you have anything else to do next?" Guang lowered his voice slightly, not knowing whether it was a posturing or a real need.

Ema stared at him silently for a while, confirmed that the other party was not teasing her this time, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Kazuya Uehara.

"Okay, now you can talk."

Chinatown in Los Angeles is the second largest Chinese gathering area in the United States after San Francisco. It first appeared in the 90s.The 24th block of Chinatown, located in the northeast of downtown Los Angeles, used to be the most lively place. It was its heyday in the 40s, and various shops and restaurants full of Chinese elements attracted countless visitors.

But in the past few years, it has gradually become deserted and depressed. Tourists looking for a thrilling life are no longer interested in this place. Most of them choose Hollywood's Sunset Boulevard.

In a narrow entrance of this street, there is a small shop selling Shaoxing wine. Outside the door is a red banner cloth that is dark in color due to dust.It's just that not many people paid attention to it. Even if tourists passed by, they were attracted by the glamorous cultural relics and antique shops next to it.

When Ema pushed the door and entered, she heard the sound of babbling operas inside. Under the dim yellow light, an old man who looked to be about [-] was sitting behind the counter full of wine cans, listening to the radio. The voice shook his head.

Ema looked at the light behind her eyes, and walked in with a smile on her face.

The seemingly bleak business made the old man not pay much attention to the situation in the store, until Ema knocked on the countertop, he woke up suddenly and stood up suddenly.

"Welcome, let's see what we need." The old man reflexively spoke fluent but not standard English, and when he saw these two obviously Asian-looking customers in front of him, he showed some hesitation on his face.

Ema said with a smile in Chinese: "We Chinese should stop speaking foreign languages."

The old man also became happy, "Oh, my fellow, let me see what you want, besides wine, I also have some Shaoxing snacks, such as salt-boiled peanuts, fennel beans, bad chicken, dried drunken fish...but They are all appetizers, girl, do you want to drink?"

"Drink, why don't you drink it? My hometown is Zhejiang, and I have always wanted to drink Shaoxing wine." Ema said excitedly, "How about drinking it? According to Kong Yiji's method, warm two bowls of wine and one plate Fennel beans, huh?"

The old man was even more pleasantly surprised, "Are you from Zhejiang too?" He was about to switch back to Zhejiang dialect.

Ema quickly showed a regretful expression, "My parents didn't speak Zhejiang dialect after they immigrated, and occasionally they can understand a little when they go home, so they don't know how to speak it anymore."

The old man was also a little disappointed, "We had no choice but to come here. Now people are running here. What's the good thing? If you don't speak your hometown dialect, you won't know where you are from in the future."

"That's right, I like China very much, and Shaoxing, the former residence of Lu Xun, and the place where the Lanting Preface is written, isn't it? I've always wanted to visit it, but I just haven't had the chance." Ema echoed his words .

"Oh, let me tell you..." The old man turned off the tape recorder, and began to talk to her about ancient times while scooping wine from the jar.

The light behind Ema seemed to tug at her arm impatiently, Ema turned her head and glared at him, and said in English, "Don't bother me, you don't want to hear yourself go somewhere else."

The old man was a little puzzled, "Isn't this from China?"

"My boyfriend, Chinese ABC, can't understand Chinese anymore, and he doesn't like to discuss these things with me. It's really annoying." Ema said and gave him a dissatisfied look.

The old man was also very angry, muttering a few words about forgetting his ancestors, and deliberately spitting and flying, everywhere, thinking of what to say, Ema nodded and listened, and exclaimed from time to time, "You know the truth. There are many more, and there are more", which made the old man feel more relaxed.

They chattered on and on for a while, and the two of them even exchanged glasses for a few drinks. During the period, they discussed the types and characteristics of Shaoxing wine. Ema had already done her homework, so naturally she knew a little bit about everything, but she didn't know much about it anywhere. With a very clear look, he coaxed him to talk more and more.

In the middle of talking, Ema suddenly sighed, "I like drinking these wines very much, but seeing that your store is small and there are few customers, it seems that business is not booming. Are they all taken by the shop next to you?" Snatched away? When I walked over, I also thought that antique shop was very grand."

Having said what the old man was thinking, he was also very frustrated, and he snorted unwillingly, "That store used to be worse than me, it used to be a seller of broken ceramic crocks, things that were not even discarded in the trash. More than ten years ago, I don’t know why a sudden payment was made, and the store was turned upside down.”

"Suddenly sent a sum of money? Could it be that he won the lottery." Ema half-jokingly poured him another glass of wine.

The old man was not polite, he raised his head and drank a glass and continued to complain, "If he really wins the lottery, the whole street will know about his virtues without making a fuss? He made a lot of money and still kept silent, maybe he did something immoral to get the money."

Ema seemed to be in disbelief, "How could such a person get such a large amount of money even if he did something immoral? There must be a way to steal it."

Seeing her disbelief, the old man got excited, squinted his eyes and recalled: "Chinatown used to be very chaotic. As long as you are ruthless, there will naturally be a place for you to get money. I remember that one day before he got rich, a man suddenly appeared in the store. The young woman holding the child is quite beautiful. The key point is that she is a little Japanese. She muttered and didn’t know what to say, and she was crying miserably. I went up to take a look, and wanted to ask what was going on, so he opened the door It's locked, and it hasn't opened for several days."

Speaking of this old man, he smacked his lips, "Look at him, he has a wicked face, and he can still talk to Little Japan. Maybe he is selling money for the country."

Ema also became interested, and kept urging, "What happened later? Just posted it? What does that have to do with that Japanese woman?"

"Later... a few times I saw him come and go in a hurry, holding a lot of milk powder diapers and so on. At that time, I was angry. I had money to buy this, but I didn't pay back the wine owed on credit first. After grabbing him and scolding him a few times, he said that the money would be available in a few days, and he would promise to return it double. After a few days, a car came to his door and picked up the Japanese woman and child. He also had money, redecorated the store, bought some similar goods, hired someone to watch, and he didn’t know where he went.”

After finishing speaking, she took another sip of wine bitterly, and Ema hurriedly stopped her, "Don't drink so hastily, be careful of hurting your body. That Japanese woman never showed up after that? It couldn't be anyone's fault that she was picked up by the car. Let the mistress hide here."

The old man didn't know why, "Who knows, that car is quite inconspicuous, and the people in the car are also wearing sunglasses, so they don't look like good people anyway."

"It's really scary to hear that..."

Ema smiled, looked up at Hikari, although Hikari couldn't understand what they were talking about, but kept paying attention, met Ema's eyes, and exchanged glances with each other.After saying a few more words, Ema left with the excuse that it was late, and the old man was still a little bit reluctant, so he gave her two bags of fennel beans and earnestly asked her to come more often in the future.

After leaving Chinatown, the two found an open-air coffee shop and sat down. Ema ordered a cup of hot cocoa impatiently and drank it down. Even so, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Although she likes to drink, the rice wine like Shaoxing wine really doesn't suit her taste. She drank it while holding back her nausea and still made an expression of "I like it very much", which really tested her acting skills.

Seeing her like this, Guang ordered two more sweet and sour desserts for her to cover the aftertaste in her mouth, while carefully observing her face, "Is it okay? Actually, I didn't need to drink so much wine just now, just pretend to coax him. gone."

"Since you want to inquire about the news, you have to work hard. If you don't let him talk about what happened so long ago, he won't get any results." Ema frowned and ate the cake bit by bit.

Congregational areas like Chinatown are relatively xenophobic. Just now, the shop owner seemed very dissatisfied with the shop owner next to him. If he really wanted to ask directly, he would not necessarily disclose those things. He could only lure him. , let him take the initiative to speak.

The relief was almost the same, and Ema told the original situation of what he had just inquired about and Hikari, and Hikari listened quietly, and was silent for a long time thoughtfully, before coming to a conclusion.

"It seems that he was indeed betrayed."

"Since he did this before, it's no wonder he paid such a price." Ema's tone was a little indifferent.

"That woman is probably in danger. The key is that I don't know where the child is now."

"Useless children, throw them to the orphanage with good intentions, otherwise they will be killed or sold elsewhere to make some money."

Guang looked up at her and smiled, "You don't seem to care."

"I have harmed my wife and daughter, and I deserve to feel sorry for him if I didn't complain about him." Ema snorted softly, thinking of what Guang told her, and said again, "I don't even think about how many people have died because of him." people."

Guang Wenyan just hooked the corners of his lips, noncommittal.

The reason why they went around detours to inquire just now is also very tortuous.

Hikari had written a novel before, which was the one that Ema read at Zao's house. Although it was written on the cover that it was purely fictional, it was actually adapted from real events.It involves organ transplantation and living experiments, etc., which are all real things that have been investigated by light.

After the novel was written, Guang did not stop his investigation. He followed the secrets of the hospital and was involved in the worldwide trafficking of human organs. The shady scenes were quite appalling.

Relying on his family relationship and his contacts for so many years, Guang traced all the way to the prison, found the prisoner who surrendered to the police for selling human organs more than ten years ago, and asked him the specific details and operations.

He made a condition that he should first help him find his wife and daughter who were sent to the United States before he surrendered.

It turned out that the reason why he turned himself in at the beginning was because a powerful man found that his organs actually matched his wife's.This can be regarded as a causal cycle. Originally, he himself did such an outrageous act, but in the end he was going to take revenge on his wife.

Worried that his wife would be killed, he arranged for his wife to take their newborn daughter to the United States in advance, and entrusted him to take care of a good friend. Then, because he was afraid that he would be persecuted, he had to surrender to the police and sacrifice his freedom in exchange for his life.

For so many years, there has been no news of his wife and daughter who were sent to the United States. He has no way to find out by himself. After encountering the light, he can only entrust all his hopes on him.

And Guang, on the one hand, wanted to know the inside story, on the other hand, he was also a little curious about the current situation of the mother and daughter, so he agreed.To this, Ema just wants to say——

"You dare to intervene in this kind of thing when you are full?" After figuring out the cause and the result, Ema almost poured a cup of coffee on his face, waking up his head that was stumped by something, "If you know If you shouldn't know, if you provoke someone you shouldn't, how many lives will you take?"

Although she had long seen that Guang seemed to have a strong desire to explore everything around her, she never thought that he would be involved in such a dangerous thing.

Even if he was writing a novel, the one who wrote about tomb robbers didn't really go to the tomb, and the one who wrote about crimes didn't go undercover, but he was not afraid of death and burrowed into it, and he looked eager to try and look forward to it.

Sure enough, I owe a beating!Her heart began to sharpen again.

After being sprayed all over his head and face, he still smiled so beautifully and refinedly, with a faint light in his eyes.

"It's a bit dangerous." He looked innocent every time he admitted it frankly, "but it's more interesting because of the danger."

"Ema, don't you think so?" He tilted his head and smiled slightly.Like a child holding a lollipop, reaching out and asking, "Hey, do you want to eat it?"

Ema sneered at this coaxing, drank the coffee in front of her, stood up, "Where are you going? Hurry up!"

The street shooting schedule was temporarily cancelled, so Ema found a random coffee shop and sat down, watching coldly as the opposite side took off the funny hood, and was pulling the light out of her hair with her hands.

Due to being stuffed in the headgear for too long, her fair face was flushed, her eyes were a little watery, and her messy long hair revealed a vaguely gorgeous style when she fiddled with it.After noticing that Ema's eyes were not friendly, he raised his head and slightly pursed his lips, evoking a beautiful smile, and suddenly felt a breeze coming, and the water lotus half-opened.

Ema spat half a mouthful of blood in her heart.Do you want to take advantage of being good looking?Facing such a face, all anger and anger will be reduced by half.

Unwilling to let him go like this, Ema still stared at him with a stinky face, "Is it addictive to tease me? It's not enough in Japan, but you have to chase it to the United States?"

Just hugging the big SpongeBob SquarePants headgear, propping his elbows on it and smiling, there is a kind of childish innocence.

"Who is Ema, your expression is so cute every time, I can't help but want to tease you."

Ema slapped the table angrily, "So it's still my fault?"

Guang nodded seriously, "Of course. I don't really like doing these things, it's quite childish."

Fuck!I can no longer communicate with this person in human language, so let's just kill him.

Just when Ema was sharpening her sword in her heart and thinking of a thousand and one ways to destroy the corpse, Hikaru suddenly sat upright, her body leaned forward slightly, her brows were raised, showing a somewhat serious expression.

It was obviously an extremely beautiful and charming face, but under such an expression, it showed a different sharpness and coldness than usual.

Ema was slightly taken aback.She seemed to have seen his expression only in that near car accident.

"This time, there is actually one thing that needs your help."

"Me?" She blinked her eyes and lowered her eyes, tapped the tip of her index finger on the table twice, then looked up at him, "If I can help you, acting? Or... translation?"

Guang laughed, looking at her eyes full of admiration, "very smart, almost guessed right."

Ema smiled disapprovingly.After chasing after the United States, I came here to ask her for help, which means that she is indispensable for this matter, and the special features that can be used in her body, one is acting skills, and the other is proficiency in Chinese, other than that, you can do it without her Others can help.

"This matter is a bit complicated, and it may take up a little of your time. Do you have anything else to do next?" Guang lowered his voice slightly, not knowing whether it was a posturing or a real need.

Ema stared at him silently for a while, confirmed that the other party was not teasing her this time, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Kazuya Uehara.

"Okay, now you can talk."

Chinatown in Los Angeles is the second largest Chinese gathering area in the United States after San Francisco. It first appeared in the 90s.The 24th block of Chinatown, located in the northeast of downtown Los Angeles, used to be the most lively place. It was its heyday in the 40s, and various shops and restaurants full of Chinese elements attracted countless visitors.

But in the past few years, it has gradually become deserted and depressed. Tourists looking for a thrilling life are no longer interested in this place. Most of them choose Hollywood's Sunset Boulevard.

In a narrow entrance of this street, there is a small shop selling Shaoxing wine. Outside the door is a red banner cloth that is dark in color due to dust.It's just that not many people paid attention to it. Even if tourists passed by, they were attracted by the glamorous cultural relics and antique shops next to it.

When Ema pushed the door and entered, she heard the sound of babbling operas inside. Under the dim yellow light, an old man who looked to be about [-] was sitting behind the counter full of wine cans, listening to the radio. The voice shook his head.

Ema looked at the light behind her eyes, and walked in with a smile on her face.

The seemingly bleak business made the old man not pay much attention to the situation in the store, until Ema knocked on the countertop, he woke up suddenly and stood up suddenly.

"Welcome, let's see what we need." The old man reflexively spoke fluent but not standard English, and when he saw these two obviously Asian-looking customers in front of him, he showed some hesitation on his face.

Ema said with a smile in Chinese: "We Chinese should stop speaking foreign languages."

The old man also became happy, "Oh, my fellow, let me see what you want, besides wine, I also have some Shaoxing snacks, such as salt-boiled peanuts, fennel beans, bad chicken, dried drunken fish...but They are all appetizers, girl, do you want to drink?"

"Drink, why don't you drink it? My hometown is Zhejiang, and I have always wanted to drink Shaoxing wine." Ema said excitedly, "How about drinking it? According to Kong Yiji's method, warm two bowls of wine and one plate Fennel beans, huh?"

The old man was even more pleasantly surprised, "Are you from Zhejiang too?" He was about to switch back to Zhejiang dialect.

Ema quickly showed a regretful expression, "My parents didn't speak Zhejiang dialect after they immigrated, and occasionally they can understand a little when they go home, so they don't know how to speak it anymore."

The old man was also a little disappointed, "We had no choice but to come here. Now people are running here. What's the good thing? If you don't speak your hometown dialect, you won't know where you are from in the future."

"That's right, I like China very much, and Shaoxing, the former residence of Lu Xun, and the place where the Lanting Preface is written, isn't it? I've always wanted to visit it, but I just haven't had the chance." Ema echoed his words .

"Oh, let me tell you..." The old man turned off the tape recorder, and began to talk to her about ancient times while scooping wine from the jar.

The light behind Ema seemed to tug at her arm impatiently, Ema turned her head and glared at him, and said in English, "Don't bother me, you don't want to hear yourself go somewhere else."

The old man was a little puzzled, "Isn't this from China?"

"My boyfriend, Chinese ABC, can't understand Chinese anymore, and he doesn't like to discuss these things with me. It's really annoying." Ema said and gave him a dissatisfied look.

The old man was also very angry, muttering a few words about forgetting his ancestors, and deliberately spitting and flying, everywhere, thinking of what to say, Ema nodded and listened, and exclaimed from time to time, "You know the truth. There are many more, and there are more", which made the old man feel more relaxed.

They chattered on and on for a while, and the two of them even exchanged glasses for a few drinks. During the period, they discussed the types and characteristics of Shaoxing wine. Ema had already done her homework, so naturally she knew a little bit about everything, but she didn't know much about it anywhere. With a very clear look, he coaxed him to talk more and more.

In the middle of talking, Ema suddenly sighed, "I like drinking these wines very much, but seeing that your store is small and there are few customers, it seems that business is not booming. Are they all taken by the shop next to you?" Snatched away? When I walked over, I also thought that antique shop was very grand."

Having said what the old man was thinking, he was also very frustrated, and he snorted unwillingly, "That store used to be worse than me, it used to be a seller of broken ceramic crocks, things that were not even discarded in the trash. More than ten years ago, I don’t know why a sudden payment was made, and the store was turned upside down.”

"Suddenly sent a sum of money? Could it be that he won the lottery." Ema half-jokingly poured him another glass of wine.

The old man was not polite, he raised his head and drank a glass and continued to complain, "If he really wins the lottery, the whole street will know about his virtues without making a fuss? He made a lot of money and still kept silent, maybe he did something immoral to get the money."

Ema seemed to be in disbelief, "How could such a person get such a large amount of money even if he did something immoral? There must be a way to steal it."

Seeing her disbelief, the old man got excited, squinted his eyes and recalled: "Chinatown used to be very chaotic. As long as you are ruthless, there will naturally be a place for you to get money. I remember that one day before he got rich, a man suddenly appeared in the store. The young woman holding the child is quite beautiful. The key point is that she is a little Japanese. She muttered and didn’t know what to say, and she was crying miserably. I went up to take a look, and wanted to ask what was going on, so he opened the door It's locked, and it hasn't opened for several days."

Speaking of this old man, he smacked his lips, "Look at him, he has a wicked face, and he can still talk to Little Japan. Maybe he is selling money for the country."

Ema also became interested, and kept urging, "What happened later? Just posted it? What does that have to do with that Japanese woman?"

"Later... a few times I saw him come and go in a hurry, holding a lot of milk powder diapers and so on. At that time, I was angry. I had money to buy this, but I didn't pay back the wine owed on credit first. After grabbing him and scolding him a few times, he said that the money would be available in a few days, and he would promise to return it double. After a few days, a car came to his door and picked up the Japanese woman and child. He also had money, redecorated the store, bought some similar goods, hired someone to watch, and he didn’t know where he went.”

After finishing speaking, she took another sip of wine bitterly, and Ema hurriedly stopped her, "Don't drink so hastily, be careful of hurting your body. That Japanese woman never showed up after that? It couldn't be anyone's fault that she was picked up by the car. Let the mistress hide here."

The old man didn't know why, "Who knows, that car is quite inconspicuous, and the people in the car are also wearing sunglasses, so they don't look like good people anyway."

"It's really scary to hear that..."

Ema smiled, looked up at Hikari, although Hikari couldn't understand what they were talking about, but kept paying attention, met Ema's eyes, and exchanged glances with each other.After saying a few more words, Ema left with the excuse that it was late, and the old man was still a little bit reluctant, so he gave her two bags of fennel beans and earnestly asked her to come more often in the future.

After leaving Chinatown, the two found an open-air coffee shop and sat down. Ema ordered a cup of hot cocoa impatiently and drank it down. Even so, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

Although she likes to drink, the rice wine like Shaoxing wine really doesn't suit her taste. She drank it while holding back her nausea and still made an expression of "I like it very much", which really tested her acting skills.

Seeing her like this, Guang ordered two more sweet and sour desserts for her to cover the aftertaste in her mouth, while carefully observing her face, "Is it okay? Actually, I didn't need to drink so much wine just now, just pretend to coax him. gone."

"Since you want to inquire about the news, you have to work hard. If you don't let him talk about what happened so long ago, he won't get any results." Ema frowned and ate the cake bit by bit.

Congregational areas like Chinatown are relatively xenophobic. Just now, the shop owner seemed very dissatisfied with the shop owner next to him. If he really wanted to ask directly, he would not necessarily disclose those things. He could only lure him. , let him take the initiative to speak.

The relief was almost the same, and Ema told the original situation of what he had just inquired about and Hikari, and Hikari listened quietly, and was silent for a long time thoughtfully, before coming to a conclusion.

"It seems that he was indeed betrayed."

"Since he did this before, it's no wonder he paid such a price." Ema's tone was a little indifferent.

"That woman is probably in danger. The key is that I don't know where the child is now."

"Useless children, throw them to the orphanage with good intentions, otherwise they will be killed or sold elsewhere to make some money."

Guang looked up at her and smiled, "You don't seem to care."

"I have harmed my wife and daughter, and I deserve to feel sorry for him if I didn't complain about him." Ema snorted softly, thinking of what Guang told her, and said again, "I don't even think about how many people have died because of him." people."

Guang Wenyan just hooked the corners of his lips, noncommittal.

The reason why they went around detours to inquire just now is also very tortuous.

Hikari had written a novel before, which was the one that Ema read at Zao's house. Although it was written on the cover that it was purely fictional, it was actually adapted from real events.It involves organ transplantation and living experiments, etc., which are all real things that have been investigated by light.

After the novel was written, Guang did not stop his investigation. He followed the secrets of the hospital and was involved in the worldwide trafficking of human organs. The shady scenes were quite appalling.

Relying on his family relationship and his contacts for so many years, Guang traced all the way to the prison, found the prisoner who surrendered to the police for selling human organs more than ten years ago, and asked him the specific details and operations.

He made a condition that he should first help him find his wife and daughter who were sent to the United States before he surrendered.

It turned out that the reason why he turned himself in at the beginning was because a powerful man found that his organs actually matched his wife's.This can be regarded as a causal cycle. Originally, he himself did such an outrageous act, but in the end he was going to take revenge on his wife.

Worried that his wife would be killed, he arranged for his wife to take their newborn daughter to the United States in advance, and entrusted him to take care of a good friend. Then, because he was afraid that he would be persecuted, he had to surrender to the police and sacrifice his freedom in exchange for his life.

For so many years, there has been no news of his wife and daughter who were sent to the United States. He has no way to find out by himself. After encountering the light, he can only entrust all his hopes on him.

And Guang, on the one hand, wanted to know the inside story, on the other hand, he was also a little curious about the current situation of the mother and daughter, so he agreed.To this, Ema just wants to say——

"You dare to intervene in this kind of thing when you are full?" After figuring out the cause and the result, Ema almost poured a cup of coffee on his face, waking up his head that was stumped by something, "If you know If you shouldn't know, if you provoke someone you shouldn't, how many lives will you take?"

Although she had long seen that Guang seemed to have a strong desire to explore everything around her, she never thought that he would be involved in such a dangerous thing.

Even if he was writing a novel, the one who wrote about tomb robbers didn't really go to the tomb, and the one who wrote about crimes didn't go undercover, but he was not afraid of death and burrowed into it, and he looked eager to try and look forward to it.

Sure enough, I owe a beating!Her heart began to sharpen again.

After being sprayed all over his head and face, he still smiled so beautifully and refinedly, with a faint light in his eyes.

"It's a bit dangerous." He looked innocent every time he admitted it frankly, "but it's more interesting because of the danger."

"Ema, don't you think so?" He tilted his head and smiled slightly.Like a child holding a lollipop, reaching out and asking, "Hey, do you want to eat it?"

Ema sneered at this coaxing, drank the coffee in front of her, stood up, "Where are you going? Hurry up!"

The author has something to say: Is the painting style wrong in an instant?Follow the light, let's not take the usual path~