American imperialism, Los Angeles, night.

After getting off the plane, some dusty Karasuma Ying took a taxi.

It seems that due to the rain, although the city that never sleeps tonight is still brightly lit, there are far fewer pedestrians on the streets, and in some dark alleys covered by canopies, you can faintly see homeless people gathered to shelter from the rain.

"Pretty young lady, the destination has arrived."

The taxi stopped in front of a private villa, and the driver's uncle said with a smile.

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome, I wish you a happy life."

After paying, Karasuma Ying got out of the car with an umbrella and a suitcase, took out a key from her body, opened the iron door of the villa and walked in.

In the darkness, you can faintly see the surname "Wen Yade" written on the door number next to the iron gate.

This is the former home of the late internationally famous movie star Sharon Wynyard, and is currently home to his only daughter, Chrissy Wynyard.

However, according to the unsure gossip (a Japanese detective with a Maori surname), Chrissy Wynard seems to have gone on vacation to Japan some time ago and has not yet returned to Los Angeles.

As a result, the villa was temporarily unoccupied and uninhabited except for the daily cleaning staff.

[Huh? 】

As soon as the iron door was opened, Karasuma Ying keenly noticed that something seemed to be moving in some dark corner of the villa's courtyard.

Squinting, she withdrew her gaze, did not close the door, dragged her suitcase casually along the courtyard stone path, towards the main entrance of the villa.

Seeing this, the thing in the corner seemed to think that it had an opportunity, so it quietly approached behind Karasuma Ying under the cover of the sound of rain.

The rattle of the wheels of the trunk sliding on the stone pavement was constantly resounding, and this sound, combined with the sound of the rain, became the biggest cover for the thing.

He stood behind Karasuma Ying and slammed forward in an attempt to crush her to the ground.

But at this moment, Karasuma Ying suddenly hooked his leg back and kicked him in the crotch with precision.

"Oh-"

The wailing resounded through the rainy night, and the scream of this thing instantly turned into a husband's face, his hands covering his crotch, and his legs showing an inner figure.

And Karasuma Ying didn't hesitate after hearing his screams, and directly put away the umbrella and turned around and pumped it in his face.

"Ahh Yes! Fack! Stop it! Stop it! ”

Knocked to the ground, this thing covered its crotch with one hand, waved it with the other, and shouted loudly.

Karasuma Ying looked down and saw that it was a black man, probably because it was raining tonight and there was no one on the street outside, so he climbed over the wall and wanted to steal something.

"Really, such a big empty house is here, and I don't know how many people will call for ...... to watch."

The rain was dripping on her body, and Karasuma Ying sighed softly and whispered, not knowing who she was complaining about.

"Fack! you, little girl! Suddenly, the black man, who was lying on the ground and saw that she was motionless, took the opportunity to pull out the small pistol hidden on his body, and raised his hand to pull the trigger on her.

Without dodging, Karasuma quickly flipped her wrist and poked the tip of the umbrella hard at the back of the black man's gun-wielding hand.

"Ahh

The blood flowed out but was quickly washed away by the rain, and the screams rang out again, and Karasuma Ying pulled up the tip of the umbrella, and the black man who was in pain subconsciously retracted his palm that was almost pierced.

Karasuma Ying took the opportunity to use her umbrella to pluck the small pistol on the ground away, and by the way, she washed away the blood on the tip of the umbrella in the stagnant water on the grass next to her.

"Get out." Not bothering to say anything more to this racially gifted black man, she snorted coldly.

And the black man also knew that he had hit a hard stubble tonight, so he quickly got up and ran out of the courtyard as fast as he could.

"Close the door for me!" Behind him, Karasuma Ying shouted again.

She deliberately didn't close the door before, just for this mouse.

"Crunch!"

As the iron door closed, Karasuma Ying stepped forward to pick up the small pistol on the ground, then turned around and opened the main entrance of the villa with the key and walked in.

The lights came on, and it was cold in the villa, apparently unoccupied for a while.

Placing her suitcase next to the wall, Karasuma walked up to a room on the second floor with only a large wardrobe and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, opened them one by one, and finally selected a set of clothes from which the style was relatively not so mature.

"Do married women like to wear this kind of mature style of clothing?"

Not very understanding of this problem, Karasuma Ying changed her clothes and left the room again, coming to a bedroom on the same second floor.

As soon as the lights were turned on, they were suddenly splendid.

Although I wanted to complain about the extravagant, luxurious and wasteful decoration style in someone's bedroom, Karasuma Ying still held back, after all, she always had to save a little face for her mother.

However, Karasuma Ying probably knows why her grandfather always told her when she was a child that when she grew up, he would hand over all the assets of the Karasuma Foundation to her......

Because my grandfather was very disgusted with these meaningless wasteful acts, and Karasuma Ying didn't like it, although she didn't like it.

Well, now isn't the time to think about that......

Shaking her head, Karasuma stepped forward and took down the family photo hanging on the large bed in the middle of the room.

On the wall behind this family photo, there is an electronic device that can enter a password.

Karasuma expertly typed in her birthday, and with a "drip" sound, the small piece of wall in front of her slowly opened automatically, revealing a metal safe inside.

This small mechanism was accidentally discovered and opened by Karasuma Ying when she was young, and in this safe, all of them were her mother Sharon's things.

On the birthday of her late father, Karasuma once again expertly opened the safe.

There were no gold or silver jewels in it, but rather objects that were worthless from a monetary point of view, but which meant a lot to Sharon.

Carefully taking out the contents one by one, Karasuma Ying suddenly saw the old drawing paper again.

It is a very old painting, the paper has long since been yellowed by time, and the lines outlined by graphite have faded a lot, as if to preserve it as long as possible, and it is now encased in a vacuum-plastic film.

In the painting is a bench, on the right is the indifferent Bai Heqing, and on the left is the somewhat shy Sharon Winyard.

The person who painted this painting did a very good job, and the strokes were just right, but Sharon never told Karasuma Ying who had painted the painting for the two of them.

Before, every time she asked the question, Sharon would be silent.

Carefully placing the painting, Karasuma finally found what she was looking for from the safe.

That's a photo.

In the photo are all the people who came to her father's funeral ten years ago.

[It's really very similar......]

Karasuma Ying looked at one of the blonde foreign women in it, her brows furrowed slightly.

[The person who appeared in Andrew's kingdom, could it be you?] 】

With that in mind, she picked up her phone and dialed Sharon's number.

(End of chapter)