Amelia was at home.
After opening the door, she expressed a very warm welcome: "You are here, come in and sit down."
As soon as I walked in, I smelled the fragrance.
Cheng Qianxun sniffed: "It smells so good."
"What a coincidence, I baked a cheesecake."
Emilia walked to the open kitchen, and the time set for the oven came.
She put on heat-proof gloves, opened the oven, and used a special spatula to bake it.
The round baking pan was taken out.
The aroma is even stronger.
Sometimes I really don’t know how to say it, practicing cooking skills for the sake of the general.
The person who can eat is not the one who wants to come.
Anyway, the high-ranking officials in the neighborhood are lucky enough to often eat the food she sends.
It is said that people living nearby complained that they kept eating to gain weight and even exercising took a lot of time.
Coffee and cheesecake, Cheng Qianxun really wants to live near here, the smell is great.
"I need to cool down, I'll be fine in a while."
Emilia took off her gloves and walked over.
"I always eat the good food you make.
I don't care and I don't know what to give, so I sent this."
She handed the cardboard box in her hand to Emilia.
Emilia opened it and looked at it: "This is" She replied: "They are socks worn by babies.
The little strings on them should be tied loosely.
The air conditioners are turned on here.
We have always said that the cold enters through the feet.
If the feet are kept warm, the baby will not get sick easily."
"Haha, it's so good."
Amelia couldn't put it down these four pairs of little socks: "We are all covered with small blankets here, but some babies like to move and kick their feet away.
These socks are just right and they are not afraid.
He kicked."
Seeing that the workmanship was a little simpler, she said sheepishly: "It was done in a hurry.
So I made a few pairs first.
If necessary, I will make a few more pairs."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you."
It seems that Emilia is like people in Western countries.
If you want something, you can take it.
Having said that, I am quite satisfied with what she gave me.
"Then I will make a few larger pairs.
These pairs were worn four months ago.
I can also embroider some simple flowers on them."
She began to think about what pattern to embroider: "By the way, napkins Can you lend me a piece and I will embroider it according to the pattern above?”
"Okay."
Amelia took out a piece from the table for afternoon tea.
Take this napkin.
Looking at the deformed "A"-shaped mark with flowers on it, she suddenly thought of something: "If the general's real name is Bush, it should start with b in English.
How could it be a?"
After speaking, he raised his head.
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He saw Emilia leaning on the chair.
After not seeing each other for a few days, my stomach seemed to be getting heavier.
I touched my stomach with my hand and explained with a smile: "Originally, I was supposed to embroider b, but the general didn't want others to mention his last name, so I embroidered the first letter of English, a, at least.
It’s fine as long as it’s not blank.”
"That's right."
She nodded.
Although she felt it still didn't make sense, the General's family was originally different from others.
It has always been a serious matter of breaking the law.
He hid his last name for fear of killing someone.
Where can someone with high authority not want to leave his name in history?
What is the important purpose of coming today?
Don't forget it.
So she probed: "Do you know what happened yesterday?"
Emilia nodded: "We all know it.
It's really scary.
How could there be so many zombies."
She continued in a chat-like manner: "Zombies have appeared before because of taking drugs, and it seems that it should be the same this time..."
"How do you know if you took the medicine or if there is still the legendary zombie virus?"
Emilia looked curious and interrupted her.
She paused.
She couldn't say that she had seen real zombies.
She wanted to be more tactful: "Zombie viruses are only in novels.
It seems that after biting people, living people will turn into zombies.
And In the past, zombies transformed by drugs would not turn into zombies if they bit people. " "Oh, that's it."
Emilia agreed with her words: "Anyway, it's enough to kill them all.
I'll go see if the cake is ready to be eaten."
If she didn't continue, she was the only one who continued to wear it.
She turned sideways and looked at Emilia in front of the table with cheese.
She picked up a special thermometer and put it against the edge of the cake to measure the temperature: "There are still five zombies left.
Kill all the others."
I don’t know if you will participate in the research.”
"I don't know, I guess, you seem worried."
Emilia probably felt that the temperature was enough, so she went to get a knife and started to cut the cake into equal parts.
"Yes, I'm afraid that the end of the world will happen again."
She told her worries, and if she wanted to get help, she had to provide something first.
"Let me think about it, should I add a little honey?"
Emilia looked at the cheesecake cut into eight equal parts, which was brown on the top and egg yolk on the bottom.
She covered her nose with her fingers: "Continue, I don't think so."
It’s so scary.
If it’s a drug, just ban it and no one will become a zombie.”
Without medicine, no one would become a zombie, but things may change.
She said worriedly: "I have seen these zombies, and their eyes have turned cloudy, and they have been dead for at least three days.
At the bottom, the population is so dense , these zombies appeared as soon as they appeared.
Where can we hide so many zombies?"
"Do you suspect that someone is planning this?
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Maybe they were all in a basement or something taking drugs.
After the brain is dead, they don't have the IQ to come out.
By the time they come out with brute force, they have been dead for several days."
Emilia Very smart, he guessed it right away.
She put the cake directly into a small plate and brought it over.
Two pieces were not coated with honey, and one was coated with honey: "Try it, whether it tastes better with honey or without honey."
Emilia picked up a plate with a cake that was not coated with honey, and said helplessly: "I am overweight.
I have to reduce my calorie intake as much as possible.
There is no way.
Now I have an extra one in my belly.
I can't lose weight even if I want to.
You should eat more."
"Okay."
She picked up a stack and ate it while saying, "And where do the medicines they take come from?
If they are from the middle and upper classes, they still have money to buy medicines, but these people are all from the bottom. ."
Thinking of the little pickpocket's body, she stopped.
He sighed slightly and then continued to eat: "If someone is brewing a big conspiracy, upgrade the drug.
People bitten by zombies will also become zombies, and even become faster and jump higher like in the movie. , the anti-corrosion period becomes longer, then the end of the world is coming again.”
"Maybe.
I need to tell the general that I will go to the laboratory later.
Even if the general doesn't want me to go to the laboratory, he will say that I am not suitable for working after having a child."
Emilia saw her eating It was almost done, and he pushed another plate with cake over with a smile: "Okay.
Don't eat it so cleanly, help me taste it whether it is delicious with honey or without it."
She looked at it.
The one in his hand was not coated with honey, and he continued to eat: "Well, don't worry, I have a good appetite.
After this piece, I will eat that piece."
"Beep beep beep" the intercom is ringing very urgently.
Emilia stood up and went to the door to answer the phone: "General..."
It was the general who called.
It seems that Emilia will be very happy today.
Cheesecake is indeed delicious, but it is also true that eating it can make you gain weight.
"It's from the general."
Emilia came over and saw that she had almost finished the plate in her hand: "This cake is still delicious, neither hot nor cold.
Let me cut another piece for you."
After saying that, she picked up the plate of cake poured with honey on the table and said quickly: "No, it will solidify when it is cold.
It tastes better.
I have finished eating and will try this piece right away."
She was seen extending her hand.
Emilia smiled and said, "Okay."
She handed over the plate in her hand.
"Thank you" she reached for it.
"Well" Amelia's hand holding the cake suddenly trembled, and the plate fell from her hand to the ground.
The cheesecake shattered, leaving a mess on the ground.
"Hey, don't kick it."
Emilia touched her belly with her hand and smiled bitterly: "This little guy kicked me and ruined the cake.
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I'll get another piece for you...Hey, don't move."
Cheng Qianxun squatted down to clean it up, but Amelia quickly stopped him: "You are a guest, how can you clean it up?
Stop moving and cut another piece for yourself.
I have special cleaning tools so that I can clean it more cleanly." .
The general likes to be clean, and he will be unhappy if he doesn’t keep it clean.”
She had no choice but to give up helping, otherwise she would leave some marks that would dissatisfy the general.
Emilia would not let her go again in the future, so she walked to the table to get the cake.
The cake was put on the plate and she looked for it on the table: "Where is the honey?
Where is the honey?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" So she opened the second drawer, and there was indeed a jar of honey inside.
The opening was so big, she found another spoon and scooped honey to drizzle on the cake. . .
At this point she felt something was wrong.
Emilia didn't take the honey from the second drawer just now, nor did she put it back into the second drawer.
From her strenuous squatting position, it should be in the bottom drawer.
And the bottle is not this wide-mouth bottle. . .
Trying to recall, yes, it was a small-mouthed bottle, poured carefully.
If you think about it more deeply, every move Emilia made just now was waiting for her to eat the cake with honey until the general called.
After receiving the call, he turned around with his back to her, so his expression couldn't be seen. . .
After listening to the general's call, she wanted to eat the piece of cake, but Emilia blocked it and dropped it to the ground. . .
After thinking deeply about it, I was extremely scared, whether it was her who was too sensitive or Amelia. . .
Poisoning is not a difficult task for a woman with a doctorate or master's degree in chemistry, pharmacy, biology, etc.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" It was cleaned spotlessly and there was not a single mark on the cake.
Is it true?
. .
Amelia went to put down the vacuum cleaner and sat back at the tea table.
Even if it was really poisoned, she should give up.
She picked up the plate and walked over and sat down.
"It's a pity that a piece fell off."
She calmed down and pretended not to notice anything.
She picked up the spoon, took a small piece and put it into her mouth.
She pretended to be intoxicated and praised her again.
Fan: "Yeah, it's so delicious.
If I didn't have a limited appetite, I would have eaten the whole cake."
"Take all the rest back.
I'm glad to see someone likes to eat what I cook."
Emilia also smiled at her.
Looking at the woman in front of me with a smile, I always felt that her smile was so unnatural and there was something hidden in her blue eyes. . .
"Sorry, eating and taking, always like this."
Cheng Qianxun took the box with the cake and followed Amelia to leave.
"You sent me socks.
I like them very much.
Please help me make a few more pairs."
Emilia was also very polite and sent her out of the door.
The door closed and she walked towards the elevator, but she felt sweat breaking out on her back.
As soon as he entered his room, he heard a cheer from his teammates.
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Especially Regel, who ran over to get it: "There is food again, that's great."
She sat helplessly on the sofa, and of course the other teammates noticed something strange.
"What's wrong?"
Rudolf asked.
"It's cheesecake, just one piece for each person."
Reger went to find a plate to put the cake in.
Since other teammates were there to solve the problem, he didn't need to worry about it.
She told what had just happened, and her teammates fell silent.
Reger came over with a plate in hand while eating: "I didn't dare to eat this kind of cake before.
Once I eat it, I have to run at least two kilometers on the treadmill.
It tastes so good.
You can take it yourself."
Gordon watched Regel eating and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of poison?"
Reger was stunned for a moment, stunned, with a mouthful of cake still stuffed in his mouth.
"Don't worry, this shouldn't be poisonous."
She sighed.
Teammates were teammates after all, and they sensed something was wrong just like her, and they knew what she was thinking before she even said what she was thinking.
Reger swallowed it with a "gulp": "What, why do you want to poison?"
Rudolf said calmly: "Yes, why poisoning is needed?
This question is very important."
Why, how does she know why.
God knows why Rudolf began to repeat what she just said.
Sometimes she really hated this guy.
Although she couldn't say whether it was word for word, her memory couldn't reach this level, but the restoration was at least 95%.
Rudolf stopped mid-sentence, and then repeated what he had just said.
He looked around: "Then Emilia brought the cake with the spread, right?"
She nodded, and now it was clearer to everyone.
At that time, Cheng Qianxun suspected that someone was responsible for causing the incident.
But she still didn’t understand: “She poisoned me to death, what was she going to do with the body?”
Almost all teammates sneered, and even Sneijder figured it out: "Chronic poison, the toxicity will kick in after an hour or two."
Rudolf added: "You can also go to the hospital first, where dying seems more reasonable."
Did Emilia really want to poison her?
She suddenly realized that there was a good reason for poisoning her.
Emilia was the one behind it, or at least it was related to this matter
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