"Do you know why the snail crawls so slowly?"
Jason in front suddenly turned his head and asked Aisharo.
Aisharo froze for a moment, shaking his head. "have no idea"
"Because the snail is the smallest cow! Hahahaha" Jason laughed.
Aisharo looked at him speechlessly, and the two little guys beside him also looked at him speechlessly.
He was the only one among the four laughing.
"Hahaha.. Haha, don't you think it's funny?" Jason finally couldn't stop laughing. Looking at the speechless expressions of the three people around him, he seemed to have finally realized how cold his joke was.
"Well, well, let me change a joke."
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The motorcycle slowly drove into the yard of the house. Gallon pushed the car, but found that no one else was there.
There is no one in the family, so it goes without saying that Terris and Emma must be doing their own research projects.
After putting the car away, he opened the door and entered the small building, put on his shoes, and closed the door behind his back.
For some reason, he has been entangled in the strange reaction of Sister Arisa, the soul seed will not respond for no reason.
The familiar feeling is like the peculiar feeling when seeing the history of the planet in the totem world.
He quickly returned to his room, took out his laptop, opened it, and connected to the Internet.
I browsed the recent news about Grande Town, and the first thing that appeared was Mika Bear, the largest bear in the world, which has now become the hottest topic in this forest, not only in Grande Town, but also in the surrounding areas. Many small towns in the distance have come to a large number of tourists.
Apart from this news, another wild wolf attacked humans, causing one death and one injury. The rest didn't see anything anymore.
After closing the computer, Garen was lost in thought.
Snapped.
Suddenly, an extremely thin crisp sound came from downstairs. If this crisp sound is replaced by others, it may only be regarded as the exploding sound of wooden house wood.
But Garen came back to his senses suddenly, stood up quietly, went to the door and pulled it lightly, the wooden door was pulled open without a sound, without making any sound.
He slowly poked his head out from the guardrail of the stairs on the second floor and looked down.
Below, a bald man in a black leather jacket was walking quietly and calmly in the room. He looked around, as if searching for something.
There was a white phoenix pattern tattooed on the chest of his black leather jacket. A strong man with a white phoenix pattern on his clothes did look a bit weird. But this person didn't care at all, his face was dull, his skin was bloodless, it looked like he was wearing a mask.
Garen watched him quietly walking around on the first floor, without going to any other rooms, and the bald head walked straight to his sister Vivien's bedroom. Stretching out his hand to touch the door lightly, he suddenly raised his head and looked up.
The guardrail on the second floor was empty, without any figure.
The bald head frowned, lowered his head and reached out to push Vivien's bedroom away. But he didn't go in, he just probed at the door and smelled it.
"There is no smell of Asaro." He suddenly whispered, his voice was in a deep Asian Quran.
It took Garen half a year to learn several major languages that are commonly used in the world, and now he can fully understand the meaning of what he said.
Only then did he notice that the bald man was wearing a headset-like black device on the side of his face, close to his cheek.
"I found a residue here, it should be her." An extremely thin female voice came out from the headset.
"It seems that I went out to play temporarily, but this task is easy." The bald head said with a low smile.
"Don't be careless. So many D-class personnel in front have missed, it won't be for nothing." The woman whispered.
"Don't worry, we are not those D-class waste." The bald man smiled lazily.
He quickly closed the door, and then stepped back step by step according to the footprints that came in. At the same time, he took out a long pole in his hand, and a round wiper full of fluff popped out from the end, and wiped away the footprints that passed by. Erase them all one by one.
Soon, the bald head erased all traces, at the same time gently closed the door, turned and left.
From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of going up to the second floor, obviously knowing that there were people on the second floor.
After the door was gently closed, Garen's figure appeared behind the door. Through the cat's eyes, looking at the back of the bald head leaving, he finally showed a slight smile on his face.
"Breath of Potential"
He lightly touched the place where his bald head reached out, and the little bit of familiarity made him feel better in a bad mood.
"That bald head is supposed to be someone from some organization. He came here specifically to find Sister Alyssa. He still has a residual potential in his body. It seems that there should be a lot of things in this world that contain potential. This is good news." Garen smiled slightly. up.
He suddenly remembered where the strange feeling in Sister Alisha came from.
That was a similar feeling to the original Baker Stone Eye and Goth. It is a special induction of the soul, and it belongs to some indescribable reason.
If you have to describe it in a specific way, then this feeling is the general trend!
Like Baker Stone Eye and Goth, Sister Alyssa should also be the person who affects the general situation. She is the first domino at the beginning. Just like a butterfly, every time it flaps its wings, a wave of weak influences will be formed. Finally, these influences will gather together and be magnified layer by layer to become an unparalleled huge storm.
Taking out his phone and checking the time, Garen quickly sent Rafael a text message.
There was a reply soon.
"I'm already home, don't worry, I'll take care of myself."
"That's good."
Garen didn't want to cause trouble and losses to Raphael because of himself, so although he did what the vampire hypnotized him to do, he delayed his return by a large margin.
Gently opening the door, Garen looked around, but found no one protecting his Rafael, nor the bald head.
He sniffed his nose, walked out of the yard easily, and walked towards the side road outside the road on the left.
No one paid attention to the behavior of a teenage child. At noon, most of them went home for dinner. There were few cars on the road and almost no passers-by. Only the sound of talking came from the house from time to time.
The sun was so hot that it made the ground sultry.
Garen was walking on the green grass. The forest where Grando was located was different from other forests. The grass here was very tall, and there were grasses that did not reach the calf, and only the knees could be exposed for walking.
Ordinary people still pay attention to poisonous snakes and insects in the grass when they walk, but Garen didn't pay any attention to it. He strode away from the grass and followed the breath of the bald head.
Slowly, the surrounding trees began to become denser, from sparse to continuous, forming a large shade that blocks the sun.
Soon, two figures in black leather could be seen faintly in the grass between the trees ahead. One of them was a bald head who had just left, and the other was a black-haired woman with a hot figure.
"Wearing a black leather jacket on such a hot day, is there really something wrong with your brain?" Garen walked over with a smile.
"who!"
The bald head roared loudly, and looked over here.
Under the vigilant eyes of the two, Garen slowly walked out of the grass and stepped on a few arched tree roots protruding from the ground.
"The two of you just came to my house as guests, why didn't you know the master so soon?"
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled lightly.
The bald head looked like a ghost, and looked at the woman next to him suspiciously, who also shook his head at him, expressing that he didn't know what was going on.
"Who are you?"
His hand quietly touched the suppressed pistol on his waist.
"What kind of organization are you two from? Why did you sneak into my house and run around?" Garen ignored the other's small movements, and suddenly switched languages, and his fluent Asian Quran made the other's pupils shrink slightly.
"Do it!"
The bald head suddenly rolled to the left, and there was an extra black pistol in his hand, and three shots were fired in an instant. Then without looking at the result, he turned over and hid behind a big tree.
The woman also rolled towards the right, making the same movement.
The six bullets instantly covered all of Garen's dodging directions, and they were extremely accurate. Even if he stayed still, two bullets were fired at his eyebrows and heart respectively.
But the moment before the two shot, Garen arched his body, leaped forward, rushed into the grass like a poisonous snake, and rushed towards the bald head. All six bullets hit the grass behind him, none of them hit.
He grabbed his right arm forward.
Hiss.
The arm was bent like noodles, bypassing the wide tree trunk, and snapping the bald head who was about to avoid it to the tree.
The sharp claws and nails were sharp and pitch-black, like metal hooks, which firmly buckled the bald head's neck upside down on the tree trunk.
Amidst the ghost-like expression of the woman on the other side, Garen stood lightly in front of the bald head with a soft smile on his face.
"Can you answer my question now?"
"Of course" the bald swallowed, and raised his hand to signal the woman to put down the pistol. His face was pale, his heart was beating wildly, and he was caught strangely when he met him. Looking at the sharp black nails of the opponent, he knew that he might have kicked the steel plate this time.
"What does your Excellency want to ask, we must not dare to hide the slightest bit!" He said bluntly without a trace of resistance.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"We are peripheral members of the Asian White Phoenix, temporary mercenaries, and we came here to accept the task of catching and escaping the experimental subject,"
"Asian White Phoenix? What kind of organization is this?"
"It is one of the branches of the military that belongs to the original color. You can also find information on the Internet of the original color group." The bald head quickly replied.
"Then what is the experimental subject?"
"I don't know. We are just the outermost mercenaries. The past origin of the mission target has nothing to do with us. You also know that sometimes if you know too much, you will not live long." The bald head replied very bachelor.
"The experimental subject refers to Sister Arisa?"
"Yes. In addition, our main goal is to capture them alive. If we can't capture them alive, we will start."
(end of this chapter)