Snowflakes fall on the edge of the dimly lit window in the dark night, accumulating their thickness little by little. Vertex 23S. Fastest Update The car still parked in the driveway is being slowly covered up and is destined to not start tomorrow. The people in the room seemed completely unaware of the falling snow outside the window. The only movement of the printed shadow in the closed window was the turning of pages every ten minutes.
Brush it!
In the darkness, the accumulated white on the windowsill was peeled off by a hand that reached into the dim light, and then, bang bang bang!
The sound was loud enough, but the people inside the window seemed not to hear it at all and continued to remain still, turning the page every ten minutes before it was time.
Bang!
The whole window shook, showing the impatience of the knocker.
There was movement among the people inside the window. Shadows continued to gather, the curtains were opened, and the light illuminated a space outside the window sideways. Nothing at all.
The bespectacled man, who was still holding a book that seemed to be quite old, looked out the window suspiciously, only to be surprised to see the snow falling outside.
"*!" The man with glasses thought of his car parked in the driveway. He quickly disappeared out of the window, and soon, the front porch light came on. The bespectacled man hugged his shoulders and half-ran, half-jumped towards his car, which was actually buried in the snow.
But he didn't come out to park the car. He only opened the trunk, exhaled white mist among the snowflakes, and picked up the heavy-looking cardboard box from the car.
It was obvious that he could not finish moving the boxes in the carriage in one trip. The man with glasses muttered a little irritably, rushed back into the house, and then repeated.
When he carried the box and walked into the house for the third time, a figure appeared in the darkness. He watched the bespectacled man panting as he stepped onto the front porch and entered the house. He stepped into the light and walked slowly towards the bed. After opening the trunk, he stared at the last cardboard box inside with a gloomy expression.
The seal of the carton has been cut open, but it does not affect the manifest information on it. With the faint light that bypasses the rear hood,
Sender, an old friend in Desert Villa, XX Road, XX District, XX Prefecture, Weijia City.
No more mystery. The gloomy Dell tore open the carton completely, stared at the neatly arranged books, and took out one at random.
"Cain the Punishment of God".
There was a rustling sound, accompanied by heavy breathing after physical labor. The man with glasses muttered, "It's the last box, it's the last box..." while approaching the already occupied rear compartment.
So, it was natural to be frightened.
"ah!!"
Dell turned his head and glanced at the bespectacled man sitting in the snow in a panic. He looked back at the book in his hand without expression, "Where's my father? His room is dark."
The man with glasses fluttered on the ground and did not stand up, because, "Brother, brother? Brother!!"
"Where is father?" Dell remained expressionless, staring at the book in his hand.
"You're back!!" He continued to pound, and his body controlled by emotions was not as obedient as the man with glasses expected. His butt was still in close contact with the snow.
"Stop shouting." Dell maintained his voice, "I ask you, where is your father."
The man with glasses gave up and stood up, looked at Dale's side face, opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped.
Dale stopped repeating his questions, turned his head, looked down at the man on the ground, and waited for the answer.
Snowflakes are floating. Come and talk to anyone, please break the silence.
"He's dead." Uh, sorry, "My father is dead. The year before last, a group of people sneaked into Moriarty Manor to hold a party, and my father went to catch it, and then he died."
Dale was still expressionless, maybe the temperature had numbed his facial nerves, who knows. His only reaction was to turn his head and glance at the dark room on the right side of the house. Then, walk around the car and toward the front porch.
When Dell pushed the door open, the bespectacled man who was still sitting on the ground said, "This is my house now. But your room is still the same, you can stay at any time..." The bespectacled man shut up.
Why. I don't know how to explain this situation. But imagine if a brother who has been away from home for more than ten years suddenly shows up. The first sentence is that you tell him that your father is dead, and the second sentence is that you come back and live there. That's it, okay...
The bespectacled man leaned on the butt of the car and took a few deep breaths. He supported the car before finally standing up. He looked at the opened box in the trunk, curled his lips, picked it up, closed the car, and walked back.
Home should be mankind's greatest invention. No matter what the climate or environment is outside... home is home. The warmth makes people sleepy.
The man with glasses looked at Dell standing in the dark room for a while, "Bu..."
"Dale." Dale walked out of the dark room, "My current name is Dale Walker." His eyes swept over the box in the bespectacled man's arms. The warm surroundings restored his facial expression, one of disgust. Then, "Prepare hot water and hot food." He went out without explaining a word.
The man with glasses stayed there for a while. Shaking his head, he put down several boxes that had been piled up in the study, and then went to carry out his brother's order.
Even if there is the sound of running water in the bathroom, there is also the hum of the microwave oven in the kitchen. The man with glasses still heard the... restlessness that appeared at the door.
What was printed in his glasses was his brother, carrying a strip-shaped, black, and squirming cloth bag back into the house.
"This, this is..."
The bag was thrown to the corner of the living room, the drawstring of the seal was loosened, and a head swayed out, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,
"You, you... your friend?" The man with glasses held his hand on the wall beside him.
Do I need to introduce who this guy who can only make "woo woo..." sounds is? Forget it, let him do it there, as hard as he can, as hard as he can.
Dale checked the restraints on the guy who was arching to his heart's content. "Yes, my friend." He took out a roll of black cloth tape and strengthened the seal on his mouth. It’s perfect, I can’t even utter a whimper.
The 'ding' that comes to the rescue is a reminder that the food is ready.
"Pi, pizza." The man with glasses walked to the kitchen against the wall, trying his best to keep his voice steady, "More sausages... But there is no sausage anymore, it's leftover from my dinner..."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's hot." Dale was very brief. He easily surpassed the man with glasses on the wall. He walked into the kitchen familiarly, took out the plates and bowls familiarly, picked out an old-looking fork familiarly, and familiarly picked out the old fork. Lu returned to the living room, pulled off the antenna on the TV, turned on the TV, and punched the screen so that only "snowflakes" appeared on the screen.
The food was already going to my mouth, and the channels were constantly being changed. I didn't sit down until I stopped at the channel with local news.
"You, your friend needs..."
"No need." Above the cheeks that were constantly stretched from chewing were eyes focused on the news. Apparently something bad is happening in this city, with wild beasts attacking humans, and reporters are advising citizens to reduce travel.
"I-I'll make your bed."
The man with eyes turned around against the wall.
"Stay here." Dell didn't even look at his brother, like a stranger, "Where I can see him."
"I'm just going..." The man with glasses probably didn't predict this at all.
Dale pulled out a gun and placed it on the arm of the couch.
Someone in the corner arched even more violently.
The bespectacled man leaned against the wall and remained in a daze for a while, then slowly walked towards Dell and sat down on the sofa next to him, not knowing what he was thinking. Maybe it’s life.
"You, will you stay?" The man with glasses probably put his whole life on this issue.
"Won't."
"one night?"
"One hour."
Is it the elder brother who has not appeared for more than ten years who appears and dominates the mood; or is it the person over there struggling with the gun in his brother's hand and the corner who dominates the mood. This life problem made the bespectacled man's face tangled up.
Almost like a beacon in the darkness, the man with glasses, who dared not face Dell's face, saw the corner of the book exposed in Dell's arms.
The old corners proved that this was the book that Dale took out of the box just outside.
"Zhuang, the management of the manor in the past few years has been pretty good." This was just the beginning. The man with glasses said hastily, "People often come to visit. No, I just received a collection from someone... "As if being electrocuted, he raised his hand and pointed at the exposed corner of Dell's arms, "Book, book." He quickly retracted his hand.
Dale's face began to darken. The tiny muscle next to the nose is twisting.
"Uh... you can take it if you want, no, it's okay..." The man with glasses obviously misunderstood something.
"What were you looking at when I knocked on the window?" A low, unkind tone.
"Then, that's you?..." Before Dale touched the gun, he said even more hastily, ""Noblesse"! It's a story about a person who, in order to obtain privileges, constantly uses, uh, strange ways to rise to the top and become a great noble!"
"Weird." The muscle continued to twitch, "Like looking at others with red eyes, something like that."
"Uh, yes." The man with glasses was stunned for a moment, "How did you know?"
"Because I watched it too." Dell stared at his brother, "That's the history of Toledo."
"What for?"
Dale stopped talking.
News over. Dale probably didn't see what he was looking for, but given his current situation, this should be a good thing. Dale stood up, "You come into the bathroom with me."
"I… "
The gun was held in Dale's hand, so the man with glasses obeyed.
If there was a 'weirdest brother reunion award' in the world, please send it here.
We don’t have to witness the awards ceremony in the bathroom. Very good, let us stay in the living room and watch the guy who can't even go through the corner of the wall, and the colorful light spots starting to scatter around him.
"I'm sorry, I think my presence made his journey smoother." A blurry human figure gathered in colored light squatted in the corner.
Arch and arch.
The blurry figure shook his head, "You know, I really don't know whether it's you who have more sex or his more. But to be honest, you two really make my job difficult."
Arch and arch.
"Hey, maybe Toledo should hire a shadow man. But ~ I have nothing to complain about." The vague figure stretched out his hand, as if to untie the guy in the corner.
The struggle was so intense that it hurt to look at it for a while, as if hitting a wall of air and never being able to touch the opponent's hand, which left Huanren speechless here alone in a monologue.
"Uh. The general's son." The phantom man, who was originally a vague humanoid, had no hands at all. The wall of air caused his broken arm to emit colorful light spots. "You don't want to be rescued? Are you serious? This is you. The most intense sex at this time? Do you want to stay with this kidnapper?"
Arch and arch.
Huanren took two steps back, reluctantly gathered his hands again, and spread them helplessly, "Well, who cares what happens to this man with glasses? You are not the police here."
Arch and arch.
"You are too lenient. I don't care whether Dale thinks that his brother has done something secretly. It is a tragedy if the misunderstanding between them brothers leads to tragedy. It is none of our business. This is a problem between their human brothers. "
Arch and arch.
"Sorry, sorry." Huanren seemed to be regretting what he said wrongly, "I know you are also a human being. My fault, but I mean this is none of our business. Understand. If this Dale is paranoid about aliens, And it's his problem that caused human tragedy. Look at yourself, you are more innocent than his brother, right? You can understand it with your brain. Dale is afraid of foreigners, so he kidnapped you. You say how pitiful you are. What a misfortune~ It’s more important to save you now..."
Arch and arch.
The hand that Huanren tried to approach the corner of the wall disintegrated into a point of light again.
"Why." Huanren lay on his side on the ground, keeping calm with the guy who was humping, "Why." He lost faith in his tone, "Why is this job so difficult?"
Talking to ** is also a strange thing~
"You want me to leave? Haha." Huanren's blurry face shook, "I want to leave too, and I won't care about you. But do you know what will happen to the soul aliens who fail to entrust them? Hehehe~" What the hell, it might be Simulating the onomatopoeia of having vampire blood penetrate every point of light, "So, I guess I'm trapped. Trapped by you, the unreasonable human being."
Arch and arch.
"Who's there!" The wet half of his body wet the floor, and the tip of Dale's arm, which was still dripping with water, was the muzzle of a gun, pointing at someone who had stopped moving.
This is instinctive.
"Who are you talking to!" Dale's gun pointed at the head in the corner with great precision.
"He, he can't speak. Brother, you..."
"Shut up!" The gun in Dale's hand was in front of the bespectacled man's face.
A human tragedy, right
Someone in the corner arched harder, almost bouncing.
Finally, his bounce succeeded in attracting the muzzle back to his direction.
Dell's gaze seemed to be a simulation of ballistics, grabbing someone in the corner. Dale spoke again, "You are stupid."
nod.
Dale put down the gun in his hand, but he glanced around the living room where there was no one else, stopped talking, and returned to the bathroom.
The vague humanoid figure returned to accompany the guy in the corner lying on the floor, "You know this is an endless loop, right? Dell is using you."
Arching and arching, it’s just that it seems that I don’t have the strength just now, and I am withered.
"He probably knew for a long time that there are aliens following you, and you are his snake oil. He completely controlled the situation in his own way, letting you be tied to him physically and mentally to provide him with protection..." Huanren shook his head. , "Forget it, why should I waste my time talking to you. Hey, why, why. The baby feels uncomfortable."