"Where is Shuichi Akai?" Vermouth appeared and asked.
"He should be dead, right?" Karasuma Gaki put away his umbrella and thought for a while with his head tilted.
"should?"
"I fed him APTX-4869." If he doesn't die, he will probably get smaller.
"That poison?" When Vermouth heard the word, her face twisted, and her already ugly face became even uglier. "Humph, then he will definitely die. Let's go back."
The two followed the escape route they had planned previously, returned to the safe house, and removed their disguises.
The peripheral members led other FBI agents away and went to the scene described by Karasuma Gaki, but they did not find Shuichi Akai's body, only a pair of shoes were left at the scene.
"Those are the shoes he wore that day." After confirming the shoes brought back by the external members, Karasuma Gaki intuitively thought that he had turned into a child, and the shoes were too big and inconvenient to wear, so it would be better for him to run barefoot.
It turns out that the calm and composed Shuichi Akai would also panic when encountering a fantasy event (scientific event) and would just leave his shoes behind and run away.
"Humph, those FBI fws even missed a pair of shoes when collecting corpses." Vermouth really likes to pull people down.
"I'm going back." After Karasuma Gaki transformed back, he took a taxi back to the hotel. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when he arrived at the hotel, and Yukimura was still looking at the picture album.
"You're back so late." Yukimura looked up at Karasuma Gaki who was getting his pajamas. "Well, I stayed for dinner and talked for a while."
I am getting more and more skilled at lying to my master. It's all the system's fault!
After washing up, they turned off the lights and rested. They would go to watch the finals tomorrow.
Today is a really fulfilling day.
The next morning, the twelve teenagers got up early, had lunch in the hotel restaurant, and then took a taxi to the scene.
Find your seat, sit down and wait for the show to start.
Yukimura and Mori were sitting next to "Xiaogaki" Karasumagaki. Suddenly, a woman wearing a black tight jumpsuit with a graceful figure and a black sun hat came in front of him. A translucent gauze hung above the hat, half covering her delicate face.
"Chris Wynyard!" On the other side, Sadaharu Inui looked at this exquisite and beautiful woman and shouted.
"Shh." Chrissie Wynyard turned around and shushed Sadaharu Inui, smiling slightly, "Don't shout."
Please, it's no use shushing you like this!
Inui Sadaharu blushed and nodded repeatedly. Maori grabbed Karasuma Gaki's shoulders and shook him continuously, whispering in his ear, "How do you know Chris Wynyard? Why does she call you Xiaogaki?"
"......" If I say she is my aunt, do you believe me? "She is my aunt's daughter..."
"Your aunt is Sharon Wynyard?!" Inui Sadaharu leaned forward and asked Karasuma Gaki.
"yes"
"She's your aunt, right? It's so rude of you to call her auntie." Humph, I just like to call her auntie!
"Can I sit next to Xiaoyuan? My seat is also in the front row, next to your friends," Chris Wynyard asked with a smile.
Karasuma Gaki hugged Yukimura's arm and glared at Vermouth. Maori stood up and gave her a seat, "Thank you, little brother."
"You're welcome. I should thank you and your mother for inviting us to watch the US Open, and to have front-row seats." Maori politely thanked Vermouth for her ticket.
On the first day of arriving in New York, Liu mentioned that the star guest performer at the opening ceremony of the US Open was Chris Wynyard, so their tickets must have been provided by Chris Wynyard.
At the end of the final, when leaving the stage, Chrissy Wynyard was recognized by fans and asked to take a photo with them.
"Ms. Chris Wynyard, I'm your fan. My name is Echizen Nanjiro!" The man in front of her had a slightly messy short hair and wore a loose monk's robe. "I like the movies you acted in very much. You are really beautiful in person. Can I take a photo with you?"
"Echizen Nanjiro!" Yanagi's DNA moved. "He had a perfect record. Eight years ago, when he was about to become the number one player in the tennis world, he suddenly announced his retirement. The reason is still unknown! I didn't expect to meet him here."
"Is it someone you know?" Chris Wynyard turned around and looked at Karasuma Gaki. Karasuma Gaki curled his lips and said, "I don't know him."
"It's the tennis boy from Japan!" Echizen Nanjiro noticed the group of boys behind Chris Wynyard, "I have a son who is about your age, and he's also a tennis boy! His name is Echizen Ryoma."
Echizen Nanjiro pulled aside a petite, inconspicuous boy. The boy was wearing a hat and was pulled out by his father with a cocky expression on his face.
"The little prince of tennis~" Karasuma Gaki said in a low voice, looking down at the young boy, "My name is Karasuma Gaki."
The boy raised his head and glanced at the white-haired boy, his face a little red. What? He called him little prince when he first met him.
Chris Wynyard agreed to take a photo with Nanjiro Echizen, and she is quite careful to maintain her superficial identity.
The group said hello to Nanjiro Echizen, then went back to the hotel to eat, pack their luggage, and prepare to go to the airport to catch the evening flight back to Neon.
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