"Oh, little Jack, and cute little Floin, are you leaving today?"
Mrs. Caroline stood at the door of the flower shop and said with reluctance.
"Yes, Mrs. Caroline."
Chen Lun nodded.
He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, and Flo Yin, wearing a black dress, was standing quietly beside him.
She wore a black bonnet today, and her long light blonde hair fell down from behind the bonnet like a waterfall.
"What a shame... Mr. Kent left without saying goodbye, the three Moriarty siblings moved away, and now you two are going to the inner city too...
The whole building is going to be empty.”
Mrs. Caroline was quite distressed.
Just then, a beautiful figure ran down the corridor.
"Mr. Jack! Miss Floin! Please wait for me!"
Connie came running over, panting, carrying a lot of bags.
Peng!
She put her gift down heavily and raised her head.
"Mr. Jack, I... I've thought about it. I want to go with you!"
She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed.
A few freckles dotted her red cheeks, making her whole face look like a strawberry.
Chen Lun looked at her and couldn't help laughing.
Partly because Connie chose to accept his offer, and partly because she looked quite adorable at the moment.
"It looks like you've thought about it, Connie."
"Yes, Mr. Jack."
Connie nodded heavily and then smiled brightly.
Chen Lun stretched out his hand.
"Welcome to my team."
"Thank you for your appreciation, I will try my best!"
Connie held out her little hand, and they shook it gently in a friendly way.
Mrs. Caroline was a little surprised and speechless looking at the three people in front of her.
After a long moment, she shook her head slightly.
"It seems I was wrong. Even Connie is leaving... Now I am the only old woman left."
Then she looked at the Border Collie at her feet with a somewhat amusing look.
"You're not going to leave too, are you, Babu?"
Chen Lun named the dog Babu. After hearing what Mrs. Caroline said, the dog was really eager to try.
But before it could take a step, Chen Lun's look forced it back and it squatted obediently at Mrs. Caroline's feet.
Its tail started wagging, and it even rubbed its head into her hand, allowing her to stroke it.
"Oh, good boy!"
Mrs. Caroline was delighted, but there was one person who was obviously reluctant to leave.
Connie hid aside and covered her mouth with her hands and laughed, and Flo Yin couldn't help laughing.
"Mrs. Caroline, we should go now. We will come back to visit 7 Denton Street when we have time."
"Okay, little Jack... Oh yeah, wait a minute!"
Mrs. Caroline seemed to have thought of something and rushed upstairs in a hurry.
After a while, she ran down with a notebook.
“This is a cooking manual I wrote myself. Every time I cooked for Henry and Oliver, I would write down some tips…
They always praised me for my good work, and over time, this notebook became full.
Now I give it to you, little Flo Yin, I hope it can help you."
Mrs. Caroline said, handing it to Floin.
"Thank you, Mrs. Caroline."
Fuluoyin took the notebook, turned her head slightly, and glanced at Chen Lun.
"I will study it well."
…
Inner city.
45 First Street, Daniel Apartments.
A middle-aged man was pacing back and forth in the study.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He took a cigar from the cigar box on the desk, cut it open, lit it, and took a deep breath.
In the smoke-filled room, his suppressed, low voice rang out:
"Federman never came back... The Iron Fist Gang didn't dare to do anything. Was it done by other gangs in the outer city?"
His face was as calm as water and his eyes were deep.
"The force that can kill two elite bodyguards at the same time is not an ordinary force."
Daniel opened the French window depressedly. It was drizzling outside. The raindrops fell on the garden lawn, splashing water.
call-
He exhaled smoke again.
"Damn it... My housekeeper has disappeared. How can I continue?"
He felt like he was holding back a breath in his chest and didn't know how to release it.
Just at this moment.
An oil painting hanging on the wall of the study began to move strangely.
There is a big mouth painted on it, with uneven teeth, some square and some round, which is very abstract.
Five tongues stick out of the mouth, of different lengths, thicknesses and thinnesses.
The background is a swirl of colorful colors, which makes people dizzy at first glance.
"Daniel."
The big mouth in the painting opens and closes, uttering human words.
When he heard the voice calling his name, Congressman Daniel's face changed, he threw away his cigar and closed the French window.
Bang!
"Sir Greasepaint."
He came to the painting and said respectfully.
"How's the research going?"
"Research… "
Daniel gritted his teeth, looked up at the oil painting, and suddenly felt a splitting headache.
He quickly looked away, lowered his head and said:
"Originally, things were progressing, but my butler, Federman, disappeared after going to the outer city. I don't know what's going on with the craftsmen yet."
The big mouth in the oil painting is slightly closed with the corners of the mouth raised.
Then a creepy chuckle followed.
After a while.
"I can use someone else, Daniel."
The oil painting mouth said.
Daniel's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
"I helped you deal with your enemy, the... Councilman Lawson
He is now in the grief of losing his son and may act a little crazy.
If I turn around and support him, I'm sure he will be happy to help me, at any cost."
Daniel was terrified when he heard this and couldn't help swallowing.
He let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace.
"No, Lord Greasepaint, Lawson can't help you... He has no roots in the outer city and can't organize the people to forge the weapon for you."
"oh?"
The oil painting mouth paused.
“But you seem to have lost the ability to serve me now.
Help is mutual, Daniel, you can't keep dragging your feet and not giving me what I want."
"Give me a little more time! Sir Oilpaint..."
Councillor Daniel clenched his fists.
He took a deep breath and straightened himself.
"I will send new personnel as soon as possible to complete your commission."
"Okay, then I'll give you another half a month...
But the next time you have to pay, I will double the amount as compensation for your breach of trust."
Councillor Daniel frowned and uttered a word from his throat:
"good!"
The colors on the oil painting twisted, the big mouth slowly closed, and the messy tongue and jagged teeth retracted.
Eventually the painting remains still and no longer changes.
Senator Daniel's forehead was bulging with veins, and he left the study without saying a word.
In a studio far away on the other side of the inner city.
A young man suddenly raised his head and stared at an oil painting on the wall.
A strange hand in the painting began to move.
A strange hand with seven fingers stretched out one and wrote in the painting with its sharp nails.
The nails are like knives, scratching the skin in the painting, leaving a line of bloody words -
"In half a month, kill Senator Daniel."