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Mary recognized the man who had just walked into her room from the TV.He was red-haired, thin, with an unusually high forehead, and pale, dull eyes that expressed tact and alertness.He walked directly in front of her and held out his hand to her.I'm Jack.Colin, Security Advisor to the President of the United States.He said enthusiastically, On behalf of the American Republic and representatives of all peace summits, I thank you for your fearless actions! Mary got Jim five minutes ago.Desperately rushing to the bathroom to get dressed after Kritt's phone call, it was of no use.She looked as if she had just stepped off a crowded bus.

You have done a great service not only to the American people, but to all of humanity!Colin went on to say, Mr. Crete reported to me that without your warning, there might be an unimaginable bloody massacre.Thanks to you, he only used female security personnel in the venue area.You saved the president's life.It's not just him, the world's most important national leaders are all on it.It is hard to imagine what would have happened had they all been killed.This may lead to a major melee in the Arab region.A catastrophe was averted by your courage and daring spirit.That disaster likely killed millions of people.

Mary didn't know how to respond.I am not alone.Finally, she finally spoke hesitatingly. The presidential security adviser nodded.I know, of course we also express our deep gratitude to your young colleagues!Miss Ashe, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you.For example, if you need to obtain US citizenship or a green card, just ask.You can call me at this number, it's my private secretariat.He handed her a business card emblazoned with the American coat of arms. Mary didn't think too much about the opportunity.Thank you very much, sir.You are so generous.I do have a wish.There is a refugee camp in Sudan, and there is a little boy and his family there.The little boy's name is Peku.Cuomo.Without his help, the two of us would not be standing here.His village is all destroyed, maybe your government can help this part of Sudan more.

Colin nodded.I will notify the relevant department of this matter.Someone will come to you to find out more. Thank you very much, sir! Colin smiled.Please call me Jack.We thank you so much, Mary!There is almost no compensation for what you have done for us.However, I also have a small request: you must not tell what happened here!We now have a great opportunity to use this attempted attack to bring the leaders of the countries under attack to stand together.It now appears that the meeting was more successful than we expected.However, a false report from the media may make all previous efforts come to naught.Once the newspaper publishes the report of the attempted terrorist attack, it will only stir up ethnic hatred again!

Understood. Thanks!Good luck!Colin's handshake was firm and firm.Goodbye, Mary! goodbye!First of all, Jack! Two days later, Marie flew from Riyadh to Frankfurt and then Berlin in first class on Saudi Arabian Airlines flight A320.Spread out on her lap, the Frankfurt am Main published a long story headlined by a breakthrough in peace in the Near East, detailing in Riyadh how a thaw between the West and the Islamic states had occurred, Demonstrate unprecedented tolerance and mutual respect.The summit sent a signal of hope to the world in an atmosphere not seen since the fall of the Berlin Wall.

The report made no mention of the deaths of the seven security personnel, or of the hotel manager, who is still dying under strict guard in a military hospital.Not long after the meeting started, the multi-faceted glass in the conference hall was broken, and it was only an understatement.The cause appears to have been that a frame erected to organize the meeting had fallen, breaking the windowpane.No one was hurt, the newspaper said. Mary pushed the newspaper aside and closed her eyes.She was still tired, almost to the bone.Yesterday Jim.Crete and his men grilled her for almost the entire day.They wanted to know all the details of Mary's experience, and the most asked questions were about Olduma's base.How many people were there, could she make out the terrain nearby, what animals and plants she saw.She wants to identify what kind of motorcycle the terrorists have from the photos.Using a new set of computer software, they created a simulation of Olduma.In the end, this simulated image is like the photo in Olduma's passport.The only difference is that it can be turned so that it can be seen from all directions.

Halliberg also had long talks with her.Unlike the CIA personnel, he put himself in Mary's shoes and was polite.He understood her situation and told her how to process the events she experienced.Also tell her that, thanks to her warning, JimAlthough Crete was skeptical, he took some corresponding safety measures and avoided a more tragic disaster.He minimized the number of gun-toting male security officers in the restaurant, keeping most weapons away.In the venue, he not only used all female security personnel, but even cleared all knives and forks.In addition, he quickly assembled a special force wearing masks and anesthetic gas.They quickly quelled the brawl in a very short time.

Somehow, in a conversation with the empathetic army psychologist, Mary came close to telling him all about her trauma as a child.It is still difficult for her to tell a stranger about a voice that often appears in her head.She worried that doing so would endow that voice with greater power. If so, that voice has grown louder and more urgent since the day before yesterday.What's wrong!It kept whispering to Mary.You overlooked one thing.You are wrong, all wrong! Mary sighed.Perhaps, people cannot immediately return to normal life after experiencing a terrible event, and the stimulation experienced penetrates deep into the body.This is normal.She put the newspaper aside and pulled out the small screen on the armrest. Now it was playing a romantic comedy.She tries to relax herself in the movie.Not only did it not work, but it was just the opposite, and she became even more nervous.The more she tried to dispel the doubts in her heart, the stronger the feeling became.It persisted relentlessly, and she overlooked an important fact.

After a while, she gave up and pushed the small screen back onto the handle.She thought about what she had heard in the past few days in her mind again.Narif.Auduma had a relationship with Andre during college.Berg knows.He is likely to coerce Berg to develop pheromones.Auduma probably planned from the start to use pheromones to carry out terrorist attacks in order to sow the seeds of further incongruity among the already hostile factions in the Near East.The U.S. military's experience in Baghdad was a test.Mary learned that the injured woman was the customer service supervisor of the hotel.Despite strict hotel security procedures, she managed to smuggle perfume bottles containing pheromones into the hotel.Mary didn't know how Auduma used to coerce the woman into doing things for him.But she had no doubt that terrorists had a way of getting people to do such things.

Everything is clear and logical.But why the voice just won't stop?Why does it insist that where in the jigsaw does it not fit in with the whole?What is she really ignoring?Or was that just the beginning of her paranoia?Did the events of these days trigger the disease that was inherent in her and had been lurking in her body? She roughly calculated, and was surprised to find that the time when her mother first appeared obvious symptoms was exactly her current age.A year later, the mother was taken to the hospital and killed herself shortly thereafter.Marie decided to see a psychiatrist when she returned to Berlin.She needs to act first before it's too late.Modern medicine is much better than thirty years ago, and there must be drugs that can control the disease.She had to ignore that voice as much as possible until she found the doctor.

When the plane landed in Frankfurt, she almost wanted to imitate the Pope and kiss the ground.She is so glad that she is back in Germany.After a brief stop at the airport, the plane continued to fly to Berlin.When she arrived in Berlin, she was greeted by her father and Irene.Her father took her in his arms, and she was the little girl rescued from the dark closet cage again.Mary burst into tears. Father let her go slowly.What a good thing you have done!He spoke reproachfully, but immediately expressed how proud he was of her.However, Mary did not hear his voice.She looked at a man holding a plastic sign.On it was the name of a large insurance company.The man was apparently the driver who had come to pick people up at the airport.The man was wearing a uniform and a pair of gloves.What's wrong?what's wrong with youasked the father. Let her be quiet.Erin scolded that she had just been through an ordeal and that it might take a while to tell about those things. The voice sounded again.nothing.she says.But she knew that her emotional changes could not escape her father's eyes.She followed her father silently and walked towards his car.The damp November air brushed her face.It was beautiful to have seen so many barren landscapes.On the way home, she remained silent. Fortunately, her father did not continue to question her.You sleep with me tonight.All he said was, you need to rest for a few weeks.Mary didn't object. Eileen prepared a large plate of cake again, but Mary just fiddled with her own piece in a dull manner. Father couldn't bear it any longer.You are lying!He ignored Eileen's accusing gaze.What's wrong with you?Is it because you were too tired the other day?Or is there another reason? Mary didn't know how to answer.can i make a phone callShe asked, I lost my mobile phone in Africa. Father seemed genuinely angry.Oh my god, that's not all, now my daughter has to ask me for permission to make a phone call! Mary called London.Chris, the switchboard, was overjoyed to hear her voice.We are all worried about you!She said, and then transferred the call directly to Will.Bitner.Will asks Mary to go to London immediately to talk about important matters.Mary was concerned with another matter.Did Rafael call you guys? No.I thought you guys came back together! I went to Riyadh alone.He flew back to Germany directly from Khartoum and should have been back earlier. have no idea.We haven't heard from him yet. Mary was taken aback.She wanted Raphael's phone number in Berlin.No one heard. She could no longer ignore the tormenting question in her head.The voice said it right: something is wrong!Totally wrong! She glanced at her watch quickly and dialed another phone number. Office of the Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs.An English sentence came from the other end of the phone, a woman's voice. i am maryashe.I want to speak to Mr. Colin. can I help you? I can only talk to him personally. Sorry, Mr. Colin is in a meeting.You can give me your phone number, tell me what's the matter, and he will call you back. Listen, this is very important, it's about peace summits, it's about terrorist attacks.I have important information to report to Mr. Colin. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.Please wait. Jack.Colin. i am maryashe.Mr Colin oh no jack sorry if i bothered you You don't bother me at all, Mary.What can I do for you? I remembered something, a ridiculous thing.Pheromones were used in the Baghdad incident. I believe the instigator behind the scenes is not Narif.Auduma. What?Why not? Lost his own sister when he was a child.His sister was killed by a bomb dropped by the Russians.This incident is the main reason why he became a terrorist in the future.Mr. Halliberg told me that fourteen children died in Baghdad.I certainly don't know Auduma.Still, I believe there is no way he could have killed the kids with the pheromones!This is not in line with his style! Colin was silent for a while.Who else might do it?he asked at last. I don't know, there must be another person with access to pheromones.Maybe maybe this guy was also involved in attacking the summit. Mary, I think you must be mistaken.Colin said the terrorists didn't care who died in the attack.The most important thing is to achieve the purpose of destruction.You may have been impressed by this Auduma, whom you described as attractive.But just believe it, he does things absolutely regardless of the consequences. Perhaps you have a point. It must be so.However, I will still pay attention to your reminder, and ask the CIA to thoroughly investigate whether there is such a possibility.If there's anyone else who might have access to this pheromone, we'll have to find him. Thanks, Jack! Thank you for calling, Mary, what else can I do for you? Did you happen to know that my colleague Raphaelwhere is grande Has he returned to Germany yet? No. I will inquire.Maybe people from the CIA are still interrogating him.You know, they're like that, they have to suck people out, especially when it comes to terrorists.Don't worry, he'll be back soon! Thanks, Jack! Goodbye, Mary!You rest for a few weeks first!You need to take a break. I will. Goodbye, Jack. Mary put down the phone and saw her father with wide-eyed eyes.Did I hear you wrong?Are you on the phone with the White House security adviser?Mary smiled slightly.Yes. Wow!You amaze me!I mean, I've met quite a few famous people in my life.But the security adviser to the President of the United States?admire!admire! Mary suddenly felt heavy all over.I want to lie down for a while.She said, I'm exhausted. Of course, we made the room.What else do you need? without thanks! You have a good rest! I will.Tomorrow, I'll feel better.Thank you, Dad! He scowled, but then hugged Mary tightly.Yes, my little girl! Mary nodded, but the uneasiness in her heart lingered. When Mary woke up the next morning, she was cramping and sore, as if her body had only now understood what it had been going through the past few days.Mary slept restlessly, waking up from her sleep many times, profusely sweating.Once, she dreamed that her father had denounced her to Auduma.Then she was locked in the dark closet of her childhood, and heard the craftsman outside whistling happily and nailing the door shut.Whatever it was, she was glad the night was over, though she was weary. She took a long hot bath and ate a big breakfast.Thanks to the good mood of her father and Eileen's strong coffee, she finally forgot about last night's nightmare.However, the doubts in my mind are still there.She succeeded in convincing herself that she had done all that could be done.After all, she was neither a spy nor anything like that.She has already challenged President Chigurh's security advisers.If her hunch is correct, if someone else is exposed to the pheromones, that's none of her business.The CIA or the FBI or something like that would naturally take over.Wherever the Rafael was, sooner or later he would reappear.Perhaps he had already returned to Berlin.Or maybe he, like Mary, went to his parents first, wherever they lived, to recover from the exhaustion of days.Even if he doesn't immediately contact the company, it fits his casual personality. Mary decided to stop worrying and go back to her apartment to get some clean clothes and toiletries.She will rest with her father for a few days.Her father offered to drive her there, but she insisted that he drop her off at the next subway stop.Mary doesn't have a car.For someone who works as a business consultant and rarely stays in the city where he lives, it is not worth keeping a car at home.Most of the time she hails a taxi when traveling in Berlin.But today, she really wanted to take the subway and regain the feeling of being among ordinary people, so as to prove that she really went home. When she got out of her father's car, she saw a gray car parked next to the subway station.A middle-aged man in a black coat got out of the car.He glanced briefly at Marie and walked toward the subway station. This glance suddenly gave Mary a strange feeling.She said goodbye to her father and walked down the subway station hesitantly.At this time of day, there are very few people waiting on the platform.There was a woman with two young children, an elderly couple, two teenagers who had apparently skipped school, and the man stood there waiting, too.Otherwise, why hasn't he looked at her yet? Mary shook her head.She must do something to get rid of the unfounded fear.The subway came into the station.Mary followed the old couple into the car.The man got into the back compartment. An unconscious, irrational impulse caused Marie to jump off the subway at the last moment before it started moving.The subway is moving.She saw the man sitting by the window.Their eyes briefly met.Mary couldn't tell if he was surprised to see her still standing on the station. The subway is coming from get off work.Mary sat down by the window.Every time the subway stopped, she carefully looked at everyone who got on the train, but she never saw the man in the black coat again. Of course he wasn't there. When she got back to her apartment, she felt much better.However, as soon as she pushed the door open, the fear suddenly reappeared.A thought flashed through her mind: Someone has come in!Mary went in hesitantly and looked around.Everything was the same as when she left.Still, she had a strong feeling that someone had come in and even inspected the room during her absence. She began a systematic search of the house.The shirts in the closet were not neatly placed, or she didn't pay much attention when she put the washed clothes into the closet.Or, who checked her room?Files are properly sorted in the hanging file drawer next to the desk.She took out a copy and flipped through it casually.It is a bill for tax declaration.Who, though, cared about her tax filings? The milk in the refrigerator has expired.Other than that, she didn't find anything unusual.There was not a single shred of evidence to support her fears. She sat down and pressed her hands to her temples.The voice in my head clamored loudly again: Go, get out of here, they will follow behind you.Stay here and they will catch you. Damn, what on earth was she supposed to do to silence this voice?She didn't want to end up with her mother.She needs professional help.Mary got up and took out the phone book, looking for the phone number of the Psychology Department of the Charité Medical School of Humboldt University in Berlin.Her eyes fell on the grand piano. She was taken aback, took another look, and then slowly leaned over, as if the piano would run away because of it.The polished black paint has a faint, indistinguishable layer of dust.But there are still a few lines on the keyboard cover.The dust on the lines is gone.Mary knelt down and examined it carefully.There is no doubt that, not long ago, someone had lifted the lid of the piano. Mary was cold all over.She hasn't touched the piano for several months. She lifts the lid, and the keys still lie there peacefully, as if waiting for the touch of her trained fingers.She hit the A button once.The voice fluttered in the room, and it seemed unusually loud in the silence.She closed the piano lid almost in horror. She was racing through her mind what to do.Whoever came in could have bugged it, or had a small surveillance camera.Perhaps they had known for a long time that she would be suspicious.Maybe they were watching her house. She took out a long coat and a silk scarf from the closet as gently as possible.Put a pair of sunglasses and some toilet paper into the handbag.Then, she left the house in a heartbeat.On the stairs, she puts on her coat, sunglasses, and wraps a turban around her head.After packing, she went out. It was cloudy outside and no one was wearing sunglasses.Even she herself felt that it was too eye-catching, but she didn't dare to take off her sunglasses rashly. She didn't know where to go, and there was only a strong desire in her mind to find a place to hide.Who will be following her?Is it from Olduma?Is there really another person who might use pheromones?In any case, she faced danger.She cannot go to her father.She didn't want to involve her father and Irene for no reason.Maybe she'd be better off hiding in a hotel these days and calling Jack from there.Colin, ask for his help. As she walked to the next subway station, she tried to relax herself, suppressing the desire to look back, while the voice in her head kept urging her to go faster. The subway station was empty before noon.Besides her, there were only a few people.Either go shopping or run errands.None looked like they were stalking Mary.But she was still extremely nervous. The subway finally pulled into the station.She found a window seat and sat down. Please step back!As soon as this sentence was broadcast on the loudspeaker, a passenger squeezed in from the door that was about to close.Mary's hair stood on end. This man was the man in black she saw at the subway station near her father's house!