Karan took a second to review her delivery plan.

——"The smuggled goods are packed in a freezer with an anti-collision wooden frame outside. It is 1 meter high and 1.2 meters wide. It is covered with frozen seafood and weighs about 160 kilograms in total."

This is the information given by Leo.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Karan's voice was calm and his hands were shaking slightly.

Constance let her go angrily: "Of course you know! What else don't you know now?"

He stepped back, looked at Karan with disappointed eyes, and then strode away.

Karan turned around and washed his hands at the sink.

The sound of water gurgling.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Wearing a white coat, beautiful golden brown curly hair, dark circles under her eyes that took a long time to hide, and unsettling black pupils. She looked similar to when she first entered school, young and tired.

She was worried about something at first.

She felt that in the information provided by Leo, it was very strange for the truck to drive from the city center to Diamond Pier. Because there were too many passes along the way, they were likely to be discovered.

Logically speaking, they should change cars frequently.

Or escort it from other routes.

But Leo said that there were nobles in the car and would not be investigated, so he insisted on leaving like this.

Now Karan knows why.

This car will not go to Diamond Pier at all.

It will detonate in the city hall.

The "smuggled goods" in the car were either wigs or explosives.

The private car was stopped, and the unstable explosive killed a couple driving by on the spot - the father was Karan's adoptive parents.

Karan looked in the mirror and saw an ancient Greek tragic fate.

She looked at the familiar face and couldn't think of anything, she just thought it was ridiculous.

At this time, her cell phone rang suddenly.

She quickly turned off the water and answered the phone.

"Karan, it's me, Rebecca. I heard that you almost fell ill two days ago? Can you come to my house at noon today? I'll help you take a look. If there's anything wrong, we'll go to the institute again."

"Sorry, Rebecca...I..." Karan wanted to find a reason to refuse.

The first thing that came to her mind was "I have club activities".

She quickly shook the thought away and replied: "Okay, I will be there on time at noon."

She quickly flipped through her address book to contact Leo.

But no matter whether he calls, texts or emails, he doesn't reply.

He has always been elusive, and the internship place is a confidential department. It is not easy to find him, and you usually have to wait for him to take the initiative to contact you.

Karan couldn't hold back his anger and dug his nails into his palms.

She picked up her bag and skipped the next class. She searched around the entire computer school and club activity room, asking other students about Leo. But most people didn't know him. He was just a guy who appeared in various places.

It's just a legend in Honor.

Soon it was noon, and Karan had to go to Rebecca's house first.

Rebecca was very happy to see her.

She cooked a large table of dishes, squeezed fresh juice, and packed a box of homemade meat floss to take back.

But Karan kept thinking about the bombing.

I didn't notice the little surprise she prepared.

Rebecca was a little disappointed.

"What's wrong? What's on your mind?" she asked Karan.

Karan shook his head.

She picked up the fork and put it down, pinning it and releasing it.

"Let that poor little tomato go." Rebecca held her hand.

She felt her cold shudder.

Karan threw down his fork and sighed: "Sorry, I'm a little upset. I wasted your thoughts."

"Don't say that!" Rebecca quickly pulled in a chair, "You can talk to me about any troubles you have, I'm willing to help you share them."

Karan found it difficult to speak.

She almost used all her strength to remain objective and calm: "...I just had a quarrel with my classmates."

Rebecca is used to seeing this kind of situation: "It's normal. At your age, you always have different opinions, which occasionally conflict with each other, and no one can convince anyone. Let me tell you, this is actually a good thing."

She showed a rigorous attitude in teaching.

"What exactly is the conflict?"

"He felt that he could achieve great goals through radical violence..."

Rebecca nodded: "Oh, you are talking about the bombing!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Karan choked.

Rebecca took out today's morning paper.

It said that the driver who launched the suicide attack was of black hair.

The car body is painted with "Fourth Amendment" written upside down.

Rebecca took a sip of juice: "Three people died, more than a hundred people were seriously injured, and the death toll is still rising. The whole school is talking about this matter. It's normal for you to have a dispute."

"What do you think?" Karan asked.

"The nobles keep tossing, and this will happen sooner or later." Rebecca frowned, "However, before fighting for human rights, they must first have humanity. If there is an indiscriminate attack in the city center, who will?

Do you want to believe they have humanity?”

Karan felt that the ice cubes in the juice gave her a stomachache.

"I think I should go." She picked up her bag and stood up. Her eyes were a little sour, so she kept her head down, pretending to arrange her hair, and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves.

When she went downstairs, she was top-heavy, and every step she stepped on was where she couldn't put her effort.

Just when she was about to fall, an old gentleman who came upstairs helped her.

"Are you okay?" The old gentleman looked to be in his fifties, dressed simply and very well-educated.

"I'm fine." Karan forced a smile.

"That's good." The old gentleman asked politely, "By the way, does Dr. Rebecca live upstairs?"

"What do you want from her?" Karan asked alertly.

"This... is hard to describe." The man was a little embarrassed.

Karan chatted with him for a few words and made sure he had no bad intentions before taking him back to Rebecca's house.

Rebecca welcomed the two of them in, and then made the old gentleman a cup of tea.

"This is a strange thing to say." The old gentleman was deep in thought and said slowly, "I have to start from the beginning."

The old gentleman's wife is a nurse.

She recently retired.

Shortly after retiring, she developed Alzheimer's disease.

She suffered from memory loss and often talked nonsense. She would also suddenly fall into panic, and the old man had to spend a lot of time with her.

"When she was awake, the most common thing she said was, 'It's my fault, this is all my fault.' I always thought she felt sorry for me. But in the past two days, I found out that was not the case."

When Rebecca heard this, she didn't even feel that it had anything to do with her. She was very curious about the old gentleman's purpose of looking for her.

"Do you know about the accident in the city center?" The old man took out the folded newspaper from his pocket. "My wife saw the report of the accident on TV. The news said that there were three people killed, including a couple who drove by.

...Then she was so frightened that she almost fell off the sofa."

The old gentleman told them.

After seeing the news, his wife kept twitching and said: "Retribution, this is retribution! This is retribution for us taking something precious away from that woman... This is retribution for that dirty deal! They died
Chapter completed!