Thirty minutes later, a sedan took advantage of the dark night to arrive at the old Orlando residence, an old mansion full of classical atmosphere. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is an old house in Orlando, and he hasn't lived here for nearly twenty years, and he may not come here once for three or five months, or a year or two. But no one knows that a large number of truly valuable materials and records are actually preserved in this old mansion.

Walking to the kitchen, I pulled up a floor from the floor that looked flat and unproblematic, revealing a swarthy hole. Climbing a few meters down the ladder, I turned on the old-fashioned incandescent lamp, and found that the underground of the old mansion had been built into a rather large cellar in Orlando.

To be precise, the underground study. As far as the eye can see, there are full of books and materials neatly stacked, and the smell of high-grade ink and paper lingers on the nose. I picked up a copy and flipped through it, and all the essays recorded in it were left when Orlando was in his prime. Those crazy ideas are naturally imaginary and whimsical, but there are also many records that are extremely valuable. Looking at these "ancient books" from the present, sometimes we are even shocked by some of the forward-looking records that transcend the times.

These manuscripts and books are not all written by Orlando himself, and there are also transcribed things. But Orlando's hard work definitely accounts for the vast majority of it.

Orlando stroked the old bookshelves, his mind seemed to have slipped into the words, back to the crazy days of decades ago.

"Don't mess around. Bang, a snap of his fingers sounded in front of Orlando's eyes, interrupting his fluctuating heart, and also interrupting his gaze from Su Muhua, who was sneaking out of the bookshelf to look at Su Muhua not far away.

"Uh...... Sorry, sorry. The old gentleman felt very embarrassed, peeping at the lady was against the gentleman's demeanor, and the old British professor who was particular about style would naturally not do such a thing.

But--like, it's too similar! I can't bear it, but I can't bear it!

In fact, in the eyes of the white race, the vast majority of East Asians look about the same, just as it is difficult for us to figure out who these foreigners are. But now, the old professor took a deep breath, he would absolutely, never recognize the wrong person! The peerless genius who used to get along day and night, the super demon who once made him doubt his whole person's IQ level and the value of life, the ultimate student who was once carefully taught by him and could only look at her in amazement after a short time, how could he be mistaken!

No, it's not just the looks, it's more about that kind of charm. Look, look at her standing next to the bookshelf and intently looking through the back of the manuscript without distraction, and see the subtle movements of the habitual cocking of the little finger, which is really the same as the person she once was.

The point is - look, look at that face, look at that face that people love and hate!

I know what I said is a bit misleading, but please take a closer look at the noncommittal, non-smiling expression, the kind of judgment that seems to say, "The idea is a little interesting, but there are many loopholes that can be seen through at a glance, today the widow is in a good mood, and he can barely give a pass", this kind of hateful expression that can make any extremely confident scientist go crazy, crazy, and pull his hair, old man, I swear with the hair I once pulled out of the ground, this expression is definitely not imitated by anyone else!

This is the unique expression of the whole world, this is the unique self-confidence of the whole world, this is the absolute posture that can trample on the world's top scientists under their feet and wantonly trample, crush, whip, ravage, and play with - there is no doubt that it is her, the female devil of science, she is back!

Thirty years, thirty years! Let time pass by......

Smack, another snap of his fingers sounded in front of his eyelids, and Yang broke the old professor's thoughts and old face together: "You don't look like you're going to be endless?"

Well, there is another female devil in front of him, who also looks quite terrifying, and is looking at him with similar, mournful, and down-looking eyes of the mentally handicapped: "Look at it, you will know to peek, do you know what the most important thing to do now?"

"What?"

"Of course it's—dig a hole!" Jang's fingers snapped, and Jonathan snapped a large, old wooden table out of four places where people could sit.

"Sit!"

Crunch, Queen Yang sat down with a grin.

Crunch, the old professor trembled next to half of his ass.

Crunch, Jonathan Tiger Tiger, rigorous and straight.

Crunch—Well, this time there was no crunch, and I sat down on the fourth stool with great interest. Looking left and right, under the reflection of the old-fashioned incandescent lamp, the three people in front of them were like an evil organization plotting a plan with a big bad conscience, their faces were heavily shadowed, and only three pairs of eyes flashed with different lights in the shadows.

"Let's open the skylight and say something, we have come to you because there is something we need your help with. Yang Qi's face was calm in the showdown: "For some reason, we must enter the Heart of Tiberias." ”

"Guessed. Orlando glanced at Su Muhua, who was quietly reading a book in the distance and didn't get involved, and took a breath and said, "I've heard something about her...... Not so good news. But now it seems that the news is not true. You must have been through a lot of very complicated things, and now you have come to me, do you want revenge?"

Yang Qi was noncommittal: "Our main purpose is not revenge, but salvation. ”

"Save, maybe, but revenge is certainly part of the purpose. Orlando looked into Jonathan's eyes, and there seemed to be a light in his dim old eyes, and the word "old man" was not said in vain: "I can see that the fire of hatred in his eyes is almost as hot as burning all of London." ”

"I don't deny it, but that's not something we need to talk about right now. Jonathan looked straight at Orlando like a steel knife in the past: "The problem we need to solve right now is the problem of trust." To be precise, you don't trust us. ”

"This ......"

"There's no need to deny it, there's no need to be embarrassed, it's normal not to trust. Yang Qi is quite open-minded: "A knife slashes the neck, a clatter is thrown into the dark room, a searchlight is slapped in the face, and even scare and intimidation, I will not trust me immediately." From beginning to end, we are unilaterally saying that it is normal for you to distrust. ”

"Uh...... Well, thanks for understanding. Orlando had never seen such a "kidnapper" speak for him, and after thinking for a moment, he generously admitted: "I really can't believe what you say." ”

"So, we need to confirm what we're saying, and you need to watch how things develop. Instead of letting the seeds of doubt germinate in the dark soil, it is better to dig it out now and fry it into melon seeds to eat. Yang Qi talked eloquently, and Zhizhu was in his hand: "As for how to fry melon seeds, it's like what I just said - digging pits." ”

"Dig a hole?" Orlando asked, "How to dig?"

"Being beaten passively has never been our style. So my plan is very simple," Yang Qi cocked Erlang's legs: "Lure out the people who want to kill you and kill them." If someone really comes to kill you, it will naturally prove that what we say is true. If no one is going to kill you...... Then let's think about it again, and those who are clear will clear themselves. But I'm guessing there's no way they're going to let you go, and I'm afraid they'll be doing it soon. If they don't even have this brain, it's really not worth it for me to deal with it solemnly. ”

"Uh...... I understand in general, but how do you get the so-called 'enemy' to take the bait?"

"Of course I'm using you as bait. Yang Qi hooked his lips and smiled: "Dig a pit, cover some soil, put the bait and count it to five, boom, the prey fell into the pit." Believe me, this trick has been tried and tested, and the difference is only whether we can be perfect in the execution process. Of course, our Mr. Bait needs to take a bit of a risk. ”

"Huh?" Orlando's eyes widened, "Let me be bait?

Jonathan's voice was grim: "Mr. Orlando, taking some risks is a must. Failure to do so will give up all the initiative. Or, after a long period of vigilance, you are physically and mentally exhausted, and then you are suddenly attacked and killed completely unsuspected, and it is up to fate whether you die or live. Or, we will take the initiative to set up an ambush, wipe them out, dig out the mastermind behind them, and then slaughter them together with the mastermind. Which do you think?"

Orlando was mentally prepared, but he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: "I can understand, I can understand...... So how do you dig this pit?"

Yang Qi raised his eyebrows, like a battlefield general strategizing, and the wind of a general burst out:

"Tomorrow, we're going to put out fake news in our own way and make up our own fake whereabouts. ”

"Whoever is behind it, once he sees our gesture, he will naturally think that we will rush to London to contact you the day after tomorrow. ”

"The day after tomorrow, you will go to Buckingham Palace to receive the King's Medal, and that is a godsend. ”

"In our time planning, this point in time is delicately just right. We were in a hurry, and they were in a hurry, but they thought we were in a hurry, but in fact we had an extra day to prepare than they did. ”

"Can they hold back and give us the lead? ”

"We will deduce the opponent's operational capability and war potential from the perspective of whether they see through our strategy, the timing of the attack, the time when the strike comes, the method of the strike, the impact of the action, and the speed at which the impact is quelled. ”

"Buckingham Palace, all eyes on you, the pinnacle of life, a good time to dig a pit. ”

Yang Qi took out her sunglasses, swirled them in her hand, and then put them firmly on the bridge of her nose and got up: "Let's go, I can't wait to see this big scene." (To be continued.) )