The assistant was silent.

Fu Yi stirred the ice cream that was gradually dissolved in the cup, picked out the kernels inside, and finally reminded: "Also, he may have wanted to die."

You have to pay attention to him.

By the way, I found out whether he had left any suicide notes... This type of scholar will sacrifice his life for his own theories and ideas."

Outside the door, there were hurried footsteps.

"It's really troublesome."

Ai Qing sighed lightly, rubbed her nose, and threw Matt's report next to her.

People who can't think but chatter endlessly are certainly annoying, but what's even more hateful is this guy who uses his own intelligence and complacent attitude to incite others.

The former is ignorant and innocent, while the latter is wise and harmful—

It's simply disgusting.

"Okay, everyone else will go and have a rest first, and that's all here today."

She got up, glanced at her watch, and just as she was about to have supper, she heard the vibration of her phone and an email popped up on the screen.

Intelligence from an overhead agency and another terrorist attack against the Ivy League, two professors and sixteen students were killed on the spot, and the attacker committed suicide by igniting bombs...

It's like pressing a chain switch.

Continuous reminders emerged from the email address, like a craze.

It's all alarms from attacks everywhere and crime trailers from different organizations...

She was silent for a moment and turned off the screen.

"Is it going to work overtime?"

The assistant suddenly had a bad premonition and screamed: "No, my boyfriend and I have a third anniversary dinner..."

"It's okay, you can celebrate the fourth anniversary. I believe you have a stronger love than gold."

Ai Qing comforted her thoughtfully, turned around and walked towards the conference room.

Such a calm expression was as always, and it was not shaken by the increasingly serious status quo. On the contrary, in her opinion, this may be the manifestation of her finally gradually touching the lesion.

Even with Matt's treatment and arrangements, she did not think there was anything wrong with it.

If surrenderism is an infectious disease, people like Matt are undoubtedly the biggest source of infection, and letting them go is really a problem.

But... where was he infected?

During the long and busy investigation, the network in front of her has become increasingly huge, and it seems to have enveloped the entire present situation.

But it can be found at its source, but there is nowhere to be found.

It seemed to have disappeared.

But there are always some looming lines floating in the darkness.

From behind her...

"Astronomical meeting."

Ai Qing murmured silently and pushed open the door in front of her.
Chapter completed!