Acting Tips for Conan World

He Zhi held the umbrella tightly, subconsciously took a few quick steps forward, and finally saw clearly.

A woman with long blond hair sits by a wooden railing

, leaning against the small awning on top of the railing to block the wind and rain. The black coat on his body was blown away by the wind, revealing the blood on the white shirt around his waist.

Embarrassed.

But the gentle expression on her face when she looked down at the muddy ground was something that Hezhi had never seen even if she had watched a thousand episodes of Conan.

Vermouth sat in the mud, the gunshot wound in her waist and abdomen continued to hurt, and the icy rain seemed to penetrate into her bones.

But she felt at peace.

[A person killing another person may need a motive, but saving someone in an emergency - you wouldn't think that much, right?]

Yes, that's right.

But how many people would subconsciously reach out their hands?

The Rose who was saved killed someone else. Even though she was in so much pain, she still subconsciously reached out her hand when the "road demon" fell down the stairs.

In this world, there really are angels appearing beside a sinner like me who has committed countless evil deeds.

Even the soul that was cold to the bone was tinged with a hint of warmth.

The crackling sound of the rain, coupled with the cold, fatigue and pain from the gunshot wound, made her feel fragile and numb.

After hearing the footsteps and the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, the person was already within five meters of her.

Her muscles tensed instantly.

The members of the organization who came to pick her up couldn't possibly arrive so quickly. Who was it... the FBI? In her current state, there was no way she could escape...

"need any help?"

The person cautiously stopped three meters away from him and asked in a gentle voice.

It's a female.

Vermouth tried hard to see the visitor through the water curtain, and what came into view was a very conspicuous little white umbrella.

She relaxed a lot at once.

There is no way that the FBI guys would fly such a conspicuous white umbrella in the dark, and their organization is even more shady.

The Asian girl with black hair stood straight, perhaps she had some experience in training... Vermouth analyzed for a while, closed her eyes, and suddenly became weak.

All the bullets had been used up, and only a dagger was tied to his calf.

If this guy has bad intentions, now is the most dangerous distance.

If he let her get close to him, it would be easier to counterattack.

After a long time she didn't answer, the Asian girl squatted down and looked into her eyes at a high level, "You are injured and need to go to the clinic for treatment immediately. Please believe me, I have absolutely nothing to do with the person who hurt you. If you are worried, I can also keep my distance from you until the ambulance arrives... Please don't be afraid."

Not having to look up at her made Vermouth feel a little more comfortable.

However, keeping a distance is not because you are afraid of hurting her, but because you are worried about how to deal with emergencies.

Vermouth pretended to be weak and unable to move. "Thank you, but please don't call the police or the ambulance. It would be very troublesome for me."

"Why?" The girl approached cautiously, using her small white umbrella to block the rain that penetrated the baffle and fell on her.

"I am a well-known movie star. If I was attacked and seriously injured by someone who hates me, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble. Many people would attack me and try to find out the reason for the attack from me to explain to the murderer."

Vermouth looked melancholy, "I don't understand what I did wrong to make them hate me so much."

The girl was silent for a long time, so long that Vermouth began to doubt whether she had chosen the wrong character. Then she stared at the wound on her right waist and said, "No matter what, it is not right to hurt others."

While Vermouth was stunned, she took out two Band-Aids from her pocket and gestured with an embarrassed expression, "Can a gunshot wound be healed with a Band-Aid?"

Vermouth laughed, "Don't we have to remove the bullet before it heals?"

"Too."

The girl put the umbrella in her hand and said, "It should be less harmful to the wound than carrying her on your back, right?"

"……perhaps?"

As soon as Vermouth finished speaking, her body lightened and she was held in the girl's arms. The girl lowered her head slightly, her blue eyes like the endless clear sky. "Is there any clinic you trust? I'll take you there. In this environment, if you delay any longer, your injury might get infected, right?"

"Then..."

Vermouth, who was able to deceive everyone with her face and acting skills, lowered her eyelids and did not look the girl in the eye. "Then I'll trouble you."

Chapter 267 The Most Beautiful Golden Apple

Only after being carried out of the alley by the girl did Vermouth feel something was wrong.

How did she agree so easily? He didn't ask her name, or why she was in the alley in the rain so late at night.

There are many suspicious points, but it doesn't make people feel vigilant.

It was as if as soon as I thought about it a little too much, my sixth sense would quickly reassure me, "Forget it," "What's suspicious about that?", "Don't think too much about it," "What a nice person."

……Forget it.

Vermouth gave up thinking and was held in the arms of a strange girl, who rarely relaxed her mind. When they reached the intersection and the girl stopped to ask, she pointed in the direction.

The sound of rain is very loud, but the world is unusually peaceful.

But this comfort was soon broken. A dark car drove quickly from the front, stirring up a puddle of water that splashed on everyone.

On the sidewalk.

It was as if the glass house with adaptive temperature control was shattered by a stick, and the biting cold wind instantly woke up the tired soul.

Vermouth gently patted the girl's shoulder and said, "The person I arranged is here to pick me up, little sister, let's stop here."

"It's still very dangerous at night in the United States. Next time, don't go to such a remote place by yourself... and don't save anyone casually."

The girl nodded. Even in the pitch-black night, her blue eyes were as bright as stars. "Thank you for your concern. I have been practicing kendo since I was a child. I am very strong. And I will be back to Japan tomorrow."

Vermouth had already noticed that she had practiced before. The fact that she could hold her 1.9-meter-tall, strong and sturdy body firmly in her arms and walk for three minutes with ease also proved her guess.

But that's not the point.

She repeated, "You're going back to Japan tomorrow?"

So he is Japanese?

"Well," the girl said happily, "I came to the United States just to watch GoldenApple's play. I didn't expect something like that to happen... I will be back tomorrow morning."

"Golden Apple? The one where the murder happened... I'm sorry."

Vermouth knew that a murder was going to happen, but she did not stop it because she felt it had nothing to do with her.

I am already sinking in the mud, so how can I have the time to care about the life and death of others?

But now I am thinking that she must have really enjoyed the show after coming all the way to the United States. I should have stopped her at the beginning.

But there are not so many ifs. If I had stopped it at the beginning, I might not have met her tonight.

Anyway, I am a bad woman.

But the girl didn't seem to be depressed about the interrupted performance. After a slight pause, a smile suddenly appeared on her face that Vermouth had never seen before.

Like spring days.

Like flowers.

Like a bonfire in the dark.

Like driftwood in the deep sea.

Like everything that can be described in words, or cannot be described in words, beautiful, exists.

"It doesn't matter, because, compared to what they portrayed, isn't the real golden apple right here?"

A strand of hair fell from the girl's ear and touched her heart. "It's a dark night, and the rain is like a curtain. Even so, I can see you at first sight."

"Isn't it more pleasant to encounter a real golden apple than a plastic one painted with gold in a play?"

A black car stopped on the road and a woman dressed in black got out from the driver's seat.

She is a member of the organization called by Vermouth. She will take Vermouth to the organization's medical base for treatment.

Vermouth wanted to ask the girl's name, but she bit her tongue to stop her impulse.

"Ara, thank you for the compliment."

She curled her lips, revealing a Vermouth smile, and got down from the girl's arms, "Although I'm reluctant, my friend has come to pick me up, so I can only say goodbye first."

The girl gently pushed her back and said, "Go and deal with it quickly. If you delay any longer, the wound will get infected, right?"

The member of the organization looked the girl up and down with sharp eyes, then opened the passenger door for Vermouth.

After getting into the car, Vermouth waved her hand frivolously, and the members of the organization stepped on the accelerator at full speed.

Vermouth looked at the girl in the rearview mirror holding a small white umbrella and looking around. She turned around with steps as if she was about to jump for joy, and drove away in the opposite direction of the car. She did not look away until she could no longer see her figure in the rearview mirror.

After driving for a while, the member of the organization suddenly hesitated and said, "Lord Vermouth, do we need to get rid of that girl just now?"

"No need, she's just a little girl who knows nothing." Vermouth narrowed her eyes and answered nonchalantly.

"Ok."

The member of the organization secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she didn't want to attack such a good person who rarely helped others. She glanced at the blood on Vermouth's waist and increased her speed again.

The medical staff in the organization's base had been prepared for a long time. They were most skilled in treating gunshot wounds and quickly dealt with Vermouth's injuries.

The female doctor who was familiar with Vermouth wrapped her in gauze and said, "You were tricked by the FBI's idiot, but I didn't expect you to be in a good mood?"

Vermouth blinked, "Maybe, it's because today is my lucky day."

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【Manager Poirot[02]: Hezhi, you did a great job!

Murderer [32]: Damn it! If I wasn’t in jail, I would have been the first one to find Sister Bayonetta!

Lesson 06 Newbie []: Dream on. It's like no one except He Zhi can get close to Sister Bei.

Triple Agent [01]: That’s right. Aside from He Zhi’s talent that can greatly reduce Vermouth’s vigilance, anyone else in the class who gets close to the injured Vermouth will be killed.

Triple Agent [01]: Unless it's really... well, a 32-man righteous beating.

Lesson 06 Newbie [31]: people beat up for justice (correction)

Lesson 06 Newbie [32]: No. in the police station.jpg

Murderer [32]: I’m going to cry. I really am going to cry!

Animal Protection Maniac [04]: He Zhi’s talent is that the more people like her, the easier it is for her to be liked.

, according to her current 200 million fans...

Public Security Secret Line [03]: Get rid of me!

Triple Agent [01]: Get rid of me!

Film Director [23]: Get rid of me!

Active idols[07]: QAQ

Ghost Girl [26]: By the way, I didn’t expect that Sister Bayonetta would really be the golden apple. Why?

Active Idol [07]: You were always by Vermouth's side...

Ghost Girl[26]: Hmm?

Active Idols [07]: The golden apple that glitters with gold. No matter where they are or what their identities are, they can dazzle everyone and attract everyone to flock to them.

Active idol [07]: Isn’t it Vermouth herself? 】

Chapter 268 Belmode Likes Heavy Rain

【System: Monthly exam [Golden Apple] has ended successfully!】

Amid the gray rain curtain, a drama of redemption and being redeemed came to a successful conclusion.

The heavy rain washed away the blood stains on her body, but she was still the most beautiful streak of light in the New York night.

Evaluation: Excellent performance, division of labor and cooperation, eliminating the interference options of the golden apple one by one, and successfully achieving the system goal. The plot is dramatic, logical, and interesting, with a 100% favorability, and gets extra points.

Collective score: 97 points.

Please leave the venue in an orderly manner. The ranking of the monthly exam results will be calculated in half an hour. 】