Subtitle of this chapter: The SCP Foundation's Sentences

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"Crazy la la la la la la la..."

“Huhhhhhhhhhh…”

Mexican warm current not only makes New York's annual average temperature above 10 degrees Celsius, but also brings 1,000 mm of annual rainfall, with precipitation days as high as 123 days, accounting for one-third of the year.

So it is not surprising that it rains in New York. What is surprising is that at the end of April, when it is not too rainy, an inexplicable rain suddenly fell.

In addition to the rain, there are also waves of ignorance blowing from somewhere. The direction is uncertain and the evil wind mixed with cold rain makes people feel cold and their hearts feel cold.

This made the guests from the East feel an inexplicable feeling of "resonance between heaven and man"... Maybe God is also crying for a peerless genius who is about to die young.

"Col. Nakasa, you have also seen so many people in front of us, and we can't get through our car."

Yoshisaburo Nomura and Iroku Yamamoto knew that the driver was right, and they also saw that the crowd of Uyang Wuyang gathered under the luxury apartment where Yuan Yanshu lived, of course most of them were journalists.

The two looked at each other and had to get out of the car, open the umbrella, and squeeze into the crowd.

"Look, two Chinese are here!"

Of course, these white-skinned reporters didn't know that the neon gold was coming instead of the Cyris. When they saw two yellow faces, they immediately surrounded them and asked in a lingering manner:

"Are you Mr. Yuan's friends?"

"Do you know if his condition is serious?"

"Is he really dead?"

If these two "Sea Kingdom men" had not been living on ships for a long time, the lower plate was relatively stable, and the person was short and the center of gravity was low, otherwise they would have been squeezed out by the reporters who flocked to them.

"Nothing to be told!"

"Nothing to be told!"

"Nothing to be told!"

The two of them spoke the most common phrases of diplomats and finally came to the door of the apartment with great strength. But now it is like a big enemy. Not only are the concierge and managers of the apartment dispatched, but there are also several NYPD patrolmen, and even Yuan Yanshu's driver stayed at the door.

These people worked together to set up a roadblock.

Yamamoto Iroku, who had met Xiaokang several times, took a step and shouted through the roadblock: "Mr. Driver, do you still remember me? I am..."

"Mr. Yamamoto of Japan, I remember." Condor nodded with a sad face and ordered to both sides, "These two are Mr. Yuan's Japanese friends, please let them in."

In this way, the two Japanese were put in, and the reporters who followed them were still isolated.

As soon as the eight cents came in, he asked anxiously: "Mr. Driver, how is Mr. Yuan's situation?"

Xiaokang shook his head with a painful expression and said, "Sir, are not very good..."

Nomura Yoshisaburo couldn't help but ask curiously: "Why is this happening? I remember that Mr. Yuan was fine a few days ago and even delivered a speech in Princeton. Why did it suddenly..."

"Two gentlemen, he is for..." Condor wanted to speak, and swallowed the second half of the words back, "You should go upstairs first. If the gentleman wakes up, he will meet you. I won't send it."

"Thank you, please."

The two neon golds looked at each other, and both showed strange expressions.

One is naturally suspicious. Why does a person suddenly collapse if he is a good person? Although tuberculosis is a "terminal illness", it is a chronic disease after all, and it will not kill the patient in one go.

Second, it is indeed a pity. No matter what, Yuan Jun is the glory of Greater East Asia, which has given the yellow race people a good face, and is really talented. Even if they are Japanese, they think that this Chinese is just dead like this. It's a pity.

Sanzhe was a little happy. After all, they were Japanese and were knowledgeable and smart enough. They always felt that having a Chinese as outstanding as Yuan Jun would be unpredictable for their great Japanese Empire. Just going to Kudasaka like this may not be a good thing, at least there are fewer variables.

With such a complicated mood, the two of them got on the elevator and came to the floor of Yuan's apartment.

"Du, dumb, dumb."

"You are..." It was naturally Sister Lian who opened the door. She distinguished it, "I remember you two gentlemen from the East. Please come in..."

Two Neon Kings followed the cook into the living room and suddenly realized that they had walked into a wave of sorrowful clouds and mists, or a sorrowful clouds and mist with the strong and pungent smell of disinfectant.

There were really a lot of people in the room at this time. If the living room wasn't big enough, it wouldn't have been able to accommodate so many people.

Several of them know each other, such as the grandson of the president of New York Life Insurance Company, the daughter of the president of New York University Press, the grandson of "Wall Street Miracle", and the daughter of the editor-in-chief of Le Monde.

When they saw these people, they were a little impressed by Yuan Yanshu. This connection is really deep...

Well, this connection is still not deep enough. Although these rich second-generations also looked worried, they were the most peaceful four of the people present.

What they didn't know was that these great Arcana seemed so relaxed because the clever "His Majesty the Emperor" felt a little bit of it and quietly told the three of them that they were not as desperate as others.

Speaking of despair, it was like the wise man of Love who was standing alone in front of the fireplace and sighing.

Among the members of the SCP Foundation, "The Lord Magician" is really favored by "Lord Fool".

On that timeline, he was an unsuccessful loser until his death. If the Cthulhu mythology had not been a bit postmodernist and met the appetite of postmodern humans, it would have become popular. Who knows which onion he is?

On this timeline, because of Master Yuan's "appreciation", he jumped from a dependents living with his aunts to a successful high-income person, which naturally made him very grateful to the Chinese.

Moreover, as far as horror novels are concerned, they are still "confidants". Therefore, talented people who love craftsmanship look like they are losing their parents.

Not far from this winter-faced man, two tall men were discussing something.

One of them was naturally Mr. Sword 10, and the other old man was taller than him. He was the veritable "Gao Tower Lord".

However, the great inventor could not see how sad it was, but instead asked with an enthusiastic look: "Mr. Aiden, are you saying true?"

General ZOD, who was still bearded and had a tired face, frowned and said impatiently: "Mr. Tesla, of course it is true, I saw it with my own eyes. At that time..."

He suddenly found two strange short winter melons staring at him, and immediately stopped talking. He narrowed his eyes and nodded to Neon Golden with a fierce look.

Nomura and Yamamoto had no choice but to bow and return the gift, turning their attention to other places.

The three people on the other side are the strangest existence indoors.

The one who was suspected of her mother was really terrifyingly thin, as if she was a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin. If she hadn't been in good spirits, Nomura and Yamamoto would have thought that she would be the one who was going to die.

She closed her hands and closed her eyes, her lips kept twitching, and her expression was praying devoutly.

Sitting at her feet were two cute teenagers, probably their children. But these two children seemed to have felt the heavy atmosphere on the scene, so they went against the child's nature and sat there obediently, praying with their mothers obediently.

As for whether the Catholic Jehovah and Mary will bless Yuan Yanshu who worshipped Guan Erye and Mazu, only they themselves know.

If it weren't for the fact that these two children had no Asian characteristics, and they were a little older. The two Neon Kings thought they were Master Yuan's illegitimate sons.

There were four young Saris men sitting around the coffee table, and they were discussing something fiercely. Yoshisaburo Nomura, who was pretty good in Chinese, heard them say:

Luo Tuo Xiangzi said with a frown: "Young Master Huang, I really saw a big-headed ghost in broad daylight. Why did Old Yuan say that he was sick?!"

The Liufinger Qin Demon didn't know who was angry, and said angrily: "I'm pushing his lungs. Why did the person who was still alive the day before yesterday have tuberculosis?!"

"Damn it, What's Fxcking Up?" Perhaps because she has been working as a mahjong teacher for foreigners during this period, Xiao Yang Shengjian's English is becoming more fluent, especially being able to skillfully use swear words.

Huang Zongyi also said with a look of pain and confusion: "Three brothers, I really don't know. The night before yesterday, my uncle said he was going to Maine and asked me to go back to New York to find him, but he would come back..."

He glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door and sighed deeply.

"Hi!" Luo Puxiang suddenly slapped his forehead suddenly, his expression suddenly became clear and then he laughed ecstatically.
Chapter completed!