The bright lights illuminated the night like day, optical technology made the streetlights soft and non-glaring.
At the hotel entrance.
Remiller took the offered trench coat and draped it over his shoulders:
"No need to see me off."
"Take care." Carl nodded:
"That matter, I'm counting on you."
"No problem." Remiller smiled faintly, waved to the approaching taxi, and casually asked:
"We've known each other for so long, this small favor is nothing, just didn't expect you to be so interested in genetics."
"Heh..." Carl laughed:
"I want an answer, but unfortunately, the person in the know wouldn't tell me, so I have to find it myself."
"An answer?" Remiller's eyes grew deep:
"Sometimes it's better not to know."
"Zzz..."
The taxi stopped.
The 'Black Wizard' Abbott, dressed in a car rental company uniform, quickly exited the car and courteously opened the door.
"Honorable Miss, please get in."
"Hmm."
