Chapter 34 (1/2)

”Hello, this beautiful lady, are you alone?”

Standing in front of Milan Ramen is a traditional English gentleman with a spring smile. He is about twenty-four or five years old and his black hair is neatly combed.

Milanella was upset, but a smile still appeared on her face. ”Yes, milanella beresson, how about you?”

During the pleasant conversation, we didn't know that the commissioners of the execution department had been in place. Although the probability of the first ”male guest” being slaugher was very low, and the possibility of committing a crime in the daytime was almost zero, the execution department never relaxed its vigilance.

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Lucia's side was more an accident than a chat up.

In the afternoon, she came to Birmingham library, which is the largest public library in Europe. She has been here several times before. The reading environment is very good. It is suitable for making a cup of tea in the afternoon and sitting here to spend time slowly.

In fact, the executive did not recommend her to come to such a place, because the eight victims were all of the type who loved shopping. Although one of them was a librarian, it was just an accident.

But Lucia insisted that it was suspicious to go shopping every day, and that the library was not completely impossible, so she came.

In fact, she just wanted to come and read some old books she had read.

With her straight and slim body, she glanced at the height, but didn't find the book in her memory. She was a little disappointed.

However, when she turned around, she met a young man. The book in each other's arms was scattered on the ground, and the man also fell to the ground.

Even in high heels, as a mixed race, Lucia's strength and balance are obviously not comparable to ordinary people.

”Sorry, are you okay?”

Lucia reached out to pull the boy up and looked at each other.

The teenager is about 17 or 18 years old, wearing some washed white jeans, a white shirt with the letter ”like” printed on his upper body, a little long bangs and a little freckles on his white face.

The boy looked at Lucia's hand, blushed for a moment, lowered his head and dared not look at each other. He quickly got up and hurriedly cleaned up the books on the ground.

What a shy child, Lucia withdrew her hand and squatted on the ground to help each other pick up books.

It should have been an accident, but she received instructions through the radio deep in her ear and examined every man who touched her.

”Thank you, thank you.”

The boy's flustered thanks seemed to be such a beautiful and gentle sister he had never seen before.

”I should apologize.”

Lucia smiled softly and then turned to leave.

”That, that... Sister, sister, did you just, just want to find the merchant of Venice?”

However, the boy stammered to stop Lucia.

Lucia's body was slightly stiff, a trace of doubt appeared on her back to the young man's face, then disappeared, and turned around with spring breeze.

”Lucia Campbell, and you?”

Lucia reported herself.

”My name is Abel Evans.”

The boy didn't dare to look into Lucia's eyes. For an ordinary boy like him, Lucia was too dazzling in front of him.

”Abel, that's a good name. How did you know I was looking for that book?”

Asked Lucia suspiciously.

”Because, because this column is all Shakespeare's books, but miss luticia, you just read it, but you didn't take it. The only one missing here is that one.”

Abel kept rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hand as he spoke.

”Abel is so clever. Do you know where the book is now?”

Lucia praised it.

”I... I know. Last time I saw someone finish reading it and put it in area B. let me take you.”