Chapter 11-1: The Restaurant of Memory

In the midst of this warm atmosphere, time was ticking quickly.

After a light bout of post-meal cleaning, the atmosphere quickly changed and became mysterious.

Even the air, it had frozen.

Under this terrible pressure, the crystal blue eyes and the lashes that slanted like a river, continued to shine with the innocence of a child who had previously abandoned his adolescence, to become mature; around the round table.

“Last night, when I got home, I had No. 9 look around and use our networks” Becca resumed talking as soon as she sat down on the sofa.

“After some investigation, I discovered that he wasn’t the only customer he had dealt with” she explained, pulling out two blue and pink-wrapped folders and placing them on top of the table.

Kristen and Caroline took the file one at a time and sipped the rest of the juice.

“When you look at the first photo of the two people and what Kristen sent yesterday, you will see a strange closeness”

In this regard, it could be seen that the woman's clothing was not simple, although it was very unclear as she sat in the corner opposite the master, which only exposed a back side of her graceful and straight back inside the restaurant.

On the first page, not much was mentioned, only the previous location of the meeting, and that she had some very secret dealings with him.

Only at this point did Becca interrupt again.

“Look”

She was holding her tablet in her hand. After connecting the chip together and the file appeared, she displayed it publicly.

“I may not remember most of the details, but the time and date coincided on the day we were taken”

“This means that it is not just the genome that is involved”

“I just wonder, what was the motive of this person who wanted to harm us at that time, and was it really that simple?”

Kristen couldn't help but frown or frown. From the video, it can be said that the woman was young, only 20 or 25 years old.

'The problem here is that she's never met her. What’s more, they were so young at the time, how could she have hated them so much?’

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//*In the clip:

The Italian restaurant San Carlo in Manchester was usually a place for a romantic dinner or a business lunch, parties, and even corporate meetings, etc.

In a special corner, it was possible to see that the elegant woman sitting opposite the man, did not have any good in her.

After some formal courtesies, she took the initiative to place a special check, the number of zeros of which was difficult to see, on top of the table.

On the one hand, some of the shots were not clear or understandable, but the content remained.

Amidst this joyful momentum from the crowd, she resumed the rudder.

“As we agreed previously, once you get rid of the adulteress, this instrument and the remaining half will be yours. If you can't, deal with the kids”

Her whisper was harsh and menacing, imbued with killing intent and deep hatred.

“Miss Russell, please rest assured. With such talents, you don’t need to make such an effort to take such actions yourself”

From Guren Suntory’s tone, he seemed determined and unwilling, but he did not comment or oppose and adopted a policy of ebb and flow.

In other words, more precisely: “With such talents, I do not understand your desire to kill. If it is not clarified and explained, I regret to say that this subordinate will be unable to provide assistance in return”

From his look, it was clear what kind of gaze and domineering arrogance reflected the background of his supporter.

On the other hand, Miss Russell clearly did not care about the subtle innuendo emanating from his modesty and continued to put the transfer file on the table after the check.

“Whatever, if this small amount is not attractive, I will add some of my shares to your list, is that okay?” she said very stubbornly, then raised an eyebrow with a penetrating and thoughtful look.

“If all this doesn't work, I'll have to change the rudder. Excuse me” she gritted her teeth impatiently, as a result of his silence, then stood up.

Once he realized the situation and regained his composure of thought, after weighing the pros and cons, he finally spoke expressively.

“Miss Russell. What's the urgency? Let's talk” With a cheerful face and a balanced, untroubled tone, he stopped her, calming her down.

This was the last clip that could be seen before the recording stopped.

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First of all, it can be concluded that one or both of them at least, had deliberately blurred and deleted clips without being able to retrieve them, immediately after they realized it.

This was the initial part, which Number 9 was able to extract and reach in less than 30 minutes, starting last night.

Caroline, who had remained calm and unspoken the entire time, cleared her throat with a temporary hoarseness.

“Also, tell Number 9 to focus on his network of contacts while searching. On that day, that year, he had already talked about someone in the evening"

“Do you remember?” Becca looked at her in astonishment before regaining her gracious aura.

“I think…” Caroline shook her head.

“When I arrived, he had hung up” She muttered. “The expression he put on at that time never expressed family warmth”

When the sisters heard this, they couldn't help but feel even more confused.

“Anyway, let’s first catch the victim and interrogate him, then we’ll know the truth. Pay worry for later” As soon as Kristen said those soothing and indifferent words, her phone suddenly rang.

“Oh my God!” When she looked at the caller, she swallowed slowly.

'Time has flown by so quickly'

Becca couldn't stop herself from laughing and sarcastically. "Tsk"

'She was the first person to give sermons and the first to fall into them and gain nothing from them'

“D*mn it, I have to go!” she muttered in disbelief, imaginary tears clinging to her eyes, then quickly withdrew her imagination and resigned herself as she bid them farewell.

“Me too” Caroline got up obediently and followed quietly behind her as well.

“See you later” Becca muttered in return, waving as Caroline left the room with measured steps.

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