Hua Lisi opened her eyes. The memory of last night's fiasco was still vague. It reminded her of the power of those instructors when she was trained by the organization.

"Sister, are you awake?" Heidi's voice came to her ears. Wallis hurriedly wiped away her tears, not wanting to show weakness.

"Morning, what do you want to eat Heidi?" The pain in her chest came in waves, and she could tell that the other party had been merciful last night, otherwise she should have been lying next to Heidi.

"Marshmallow, there was a stingy uncle here just now. He didn't even bring anything. He just promised to bring it when he comes next time." Heidi pouted her mouth to express her dissatisfaction.

"Uncle?" Is it German? No, he should be busy taking away his property and fleeing overseas.

"Oh, this is what that strange uncle asked me to give to you. He said it was money he owed you."

Looking at the envelope in Heidi's hand, Wallis was even more surprised. She took it and looked at it, feeling like a thick wad of banknotes. Wallis poured it out and counted it, it was a total of 450 pounds.

"Heidi, what does that uncle look like?" Wallis asked hurriedly.

"Short brown hair, green eyes, looks thin. Oh, he calls himself Mr. Detective."

Detective brown hair? White wolf! Wallis searched her mind and came up with the only person who met two conditions.

"Sister, are you okay?" Heidi looked at her dazed sister and asked.

"It's okay. We'll do the surgery tomorrow. Your legs won't hold up anymore." Hua Lisi hurriedly collected the money.

"Okay sister."

At noon, a certain unknown policeman returned to a familiar place in front of the university. Right in front of the Golden Crown Restaurant.

"I really want to try it again." Annick looked at the restaurant separated by a layer of glass.

Forget it, I only spent 450 pounds, but I still saved some money. There is also a restaurant opened for students next door, Annick comforted himself.

The so-called restaurants are mobile vendors, and fried cod, French fries and bread are the only foods sold.

Because it was cheap and had enough calories, Annick only spent a few pennies on this lunch, not even the Golden Crown's tip for the waiter.

Let me think about it, where is the teaching office? Annick's remaining memory is very unfamiliar with the teaching office. He has always been a good baby type. Except for Brandon who mentioned that he might be arrested and taken to the teaching office for a duel, he also forgot the details of the duel.

"Where is this classmate's teaching office?" Annick had no choice but to grab a passerby and ask.

"Teaching Office? Sir, do you want to sign up at your age?"

"No, I'm signing up on behalf of my two younger sisters."

"Oh, over there, that three-story white building."

Annick followed the guidance and came to the teaching office. There was a board at the door that said "Registration Office." There were already people in twos and threes taking pictures of the team.

When it was my turn, the clerk at the window handed me a form.

"Two, I have two people to sign up."

The young clerk frowned and handed over another Zhang. Only then did Annick look at his face, with blond bangs parted in the middle and a huge nose. Except that this was a face with no features.

"Annick, why did you sign up?" It looked like the other person knew him.

"Aren't you signing up for my sister? Two sisters." I had to pretend to be an old acquaintance and replied.

"Hey, you always say that your sisters are iconic beauties. Please take a look at them sometime."

"Next time, definitely next time." Annick responded while filling out the form.

"Okay, where are you now? If you stay in school, you will be treated better than me. Unlike me, I am a clerk in the teaching office." The passerby said with frustration and looked very tired.

"I am a police officer, a civilian kind of person. By the way, are there such a shortage of manpower this year?"

"Yes, several faculty members committed suicide in the school, and rumors are flying everywhere."

Suicide? Annick's nerves that had been relaxed for too long seemed to have been shocked. He was not about to commit suicide when he traveled back in time.

"What's the inside story?"

"It's not very reliable, but because of this, it has recruited a lot of students to stay as staff this year."

Annick resisted the urge to punch him and said nothing at all.

"Mr. Sir, have you filled it out yet?"

"Sorry, right away." Annick handed over the form.

"The registration fee is two pounds. Even if we know this person, we cannot discount it." A passerby took the form, read it over and stamped it.

"Here, two pounds."

Annick, who successfully obtained the admission ticket, was satisfied and ready to go home. He had to wait a little longer to pursue the clue of suicide and wait for the opportunity to find Emma. Otherwise, he, a policeman in Gonia District, would not have the right to intervene in the case in Ryde District.

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There was no direct bus service from Eggsburg University to Wallen Street, so Annick had to choose to transfer.

The transfer station is a small square-like building made of concrete, with a row of stables for changing horses. It is full of public carriages waiting to depart.

"I'm here to find out where the sign is for the direction to the port." Annick looked for the sign for home outside the transfer station. Finally he found it on the east side.

The stop sign at the transfer station is not only a standing sign, but also a specially built covered bench. Many people are already sitting there waiting for the public carriage.

Annick also came over and saw four or five people gathered around, still discussing something.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Annick had no choice but to squeeze away from the pedestrians on the side.

"What is this? How about we open it and take a look?" Four or five people gathered around a black cardboard box. The box was not too big and looked like a blackened shoe box.

"You guys stay away from the box." Annick shouted, and everyone turned their heads to look at him.

"This is what you left behind, sir, but even if you are the owner, you should have a better attitude. It has been here for nearly half an hour." One of the men said.

"I am a police officer from the port branch. I suspect that the box contains dangerous items." After saying this, Annick remembered that he had forgotten his ID and only had a pistol on his waist.

"Document, are you trying to deceive us?" The group of people obviously did not believe Annick's statement.

"Get out of the way." Annick pulled out his pistol. The revolver customized for extraordinary people was obviously more effective than the documents. The crowd of onlookers immediately hid far away, and some were ready to run away.

Annick successfully reached the box and picked it up. It was not light, weighing about five or six pounds. When he put it close to his ear, there was a ticking pointer sound.

It couldn't really be a bomb, Annick carefully opened the lid of the cardboard box.

There is really an alarm clock tied together with several metal pipes. There is a thin wire connected to the bell of the alarm clock and a spring. The lower part of the spring carries a small hammer, which is less than a finger away from the hammer.

There is a bullet with the warhead removed in space.

Annick looked at the dial of the alarm clock. The time was now 3:59, and the timer hand of the alarm clock was pointing to the number 4 on the dial.
Chapter completed!