The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

"Are you feeling better, Mei?" Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko surrounded the pale-faced Mei Hoshimi. The short-haired girl helped wipe the cold sweat from the boy's forehead, but Mei Hoshimi was still sweating profusely until the tissue in her hand was soaked.

They suddenly realized that something was wrong with Xing Hai Ya. It was as if they turned their heads and came to their senses to find that he was pale and sweating.

The two girls were so scared that their heartbeats slowed down.

"It's okay, don't worry." The silver-gray-haired boy lowered his head and said comforting words with a look that obviously meant he couldn't be okay, and then told them to go play and not to take care of him here.

Who can leave peacefully after this?

The two girls looked at each other and thought of what happened on the plane. Of course they noticed that Xing Hai Ya was motion sickness, and very severe, but Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head at them, so they pretended not to notice.

But it is obviously impossible to pretend to be blind now.

What a unique eyesight one must have to have not to notice this.

"Let's go back. There's nothing interesting here." Suzuki Sonoko straightened up. She glanced at the crowd of people toasting not far away, and there was no negotiating tone in her tone. "I came here because I was curious about this luxurious villa. Now that I've seen it, it's time to leave. I have other plans tomorrow."

"That's fine." Mao Lilan nodded. She helped the boy who looked like he couldn't even stand up and whispered, "Mei? Shall we go back?"

Xing Hai Mei did not refuse, and he was helped up by Mao Lilan. A deep look flashed across his eyes hidden in the shadows.

The system panel floating in front of him was displaying the cooling-down interface for a certain item.

……

Seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang following him, Xing Haiyin was not surprised. He just raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Are you too lazy to even act now?"

This was pure irony, but Zhu Fu Jingguang was used to hearing it and had long since mastered the skill of turning a deaf ear to it, so he smiled and got straight to the point, "What do you want to do here?"

Xing Haiyin seemed to think that this question was very interesting. He looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with a rare expression, but did not directly tell the other party what he wanted to know.

He asked, "What do you want to do here?"

This was not a question that required an answer, so Xing Haiyin did not give Zhu Fujingguang time to answer, nor did he even give the other party time to be surprised by the word "you".

"Since you appear to be a hardworking and lovely subordinate, I'd like to give you a piece of advice." The man who looked very similar to Xing Haimei said lazily and insincerely, "Don't stay here, leave."

Combining this sentence, Zhu Fu Jingguang could easily think of the bomb from the organization on the bathroom ceiling, and then began to suspect whether the bomb was the work of the person in front of him.

But Ricard didn't have time to plant the bomb, and that one bomb alone could not cause enough damage to warrant advice.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang also knew that Ricardo was most likely not joking.

According to their speculation, the bomb was most likely installed by someone inside the villa, so even though they could see that the bomb came from an organization, they did not expect that the organization was behind it.

Did someone from the organization sneak in? The only person that could sneak in without leaving any trace and plant the bomb without anyone noticing was Vermouth.

But that woman should still be in Japan. They met some time ago.

"Could it be..." Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Jameson Bryan in the crowd with almost shock. The gentleman behaved as elegantly as a medieval gentleman. Everyone standing around him had a smile on their face, and the atmosphere was harmonious and friendly.

But before Zhu Fu Jingguang could deny his guess, Xing Haiyin beside him stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, smiling and curling his lips: "Bingo, you react quickly."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes widened. "But, why? Didn't he want to introduce his son today? Did he want to..."

"Do you really think--" Xing Haiyin interrupted Zhu Fu Jingguang. He raised his eyes, and his light gray-blue eyes looked directly at the latter, "Does Jameson Bryan have that so-called son?"

The cat-eyed man suddenly paused, and the next second, he opened his eyes wide.

……

Far across the ocean, in Beika-cho, Tokyo, in a small detached house that recently welcomed a new resident, a young man with sapphire blue hair leaned on a soft chair, his right hand resting on the keyboard of his computer, the screen in front of him emitting a faint glow.

His slender fingers stroked the patterns on the keys and he tapped blindly from time to time. On the computer screen in front of him was a hand-typed document.

This document does not contain much content, only a few lines, and it is obvious that the boy has just started.

But if Zhu Fu Jingguang was here, his doubts would be suddenly resolved.

Because the first line of this document clearly reads: ATX-4869 test subject (Jameson Bryan) experimental report.