West End, Stone Manor.
We haven’t seen what Stone Manor looks like yet~ Who would have thought that the people who took us straight into the center of this political family for the first time were, haha, a group of high school students.
Alice and Maya were lost. They were originally looking for a bathroom that could provide sex, but ended up completely lost and trapped behind glass walls.
In Stone Manor, it seems that except for the outer walls that represent the boundaries of the building and the load-bearing walls inside the building, all the walls are made of transparent glass.
Stunningness can only remain in the first impression. This unreasonable architectural method makes people feel uncomfortable.
"Are you lost?"
Alice and Maya turned around sharply. As the banquet contractor, Mrs. Sheila, the ugly winged woman, raised her hand expressionlessly towards the joint between the ceiling and the wall above her head, "You can't look at the surrounding things when walking in a place like this. Furniture separated by three walls (glass) can appear in your eyes, which will only make you lose control of the space. Follow the pipelines. The uglier, denser, and more tangled the pipelines are, the closer they are to the servants. Normal buildings for living. What you need can be found there.”
Alice and Maya looked stunned and knew the direction. The physical needs of the two girls made them trot forward.
Louise looked back at Mrs. Sheila who stayed where she was. Sheila was not alone. After watching the two girls find their way, they turned their heads and looked at the air. To ordinary humans, it was naturally air. From Alice's perspective, it was just a blue transparent baby floating in the air.
"I don't want to hear it, let Morman die, thank you."
... Alice stopped looking at Mrs. Sheila, not wanting to get involved in the affairs of these sons and 'fathers'.
You can tell, the new god Sean is sending messages between his fathers.
The figures of Kepler and Jimmy flashed through the gaps between the furniture that crossed the space.
"Kep..." Maya hit her head against the wall, 'bang', squatted down and covered her forehead.
Alice patted Maya speechlessly, but her eyes followed the figures of Kepler and Jimmy, looking for the two friends who had just flashed among the furniture separated by unknown walls.
"I want to demolish this manor!" Maya stood up, her forehead red and swollen, and she looked around gloomily.
Alice didn't say anything. Kepler and Jimmy obviously had status advantages and were more familiar with this place than they were, the two first-time guests. They were nowhere to be found. Alice pushed Maya, saying that solving physical problems was more important.
Let's not follow two girls who need sex for the time being. Let's go find Blake.
Blake was technically the star of the party. But now he was standing alone in a room that looked like a teenager's bedroom.
This is Blake's bedroom. We know about Blake's life. He went to college in Newton, so the furnishings of this room maintain his high school years.
"Have you thought about the decoration plan~"
Blake turned around, Mr. Bishop, tut, I forgot the quotation marks. 'Mr. Bishop', swaying his wine glass with a strange smile on his face, walked towards Blake's bed, "Oh~ the first thing~ please throw away this poor single bed~ I can introduce you to a furniture maker~ he "Mr. Bishop's" eyes unabashedly radiate some dirty emotion, "It's big, strong, and durable~~ Haha, use it~"
Blake's face flushed a little. 'Thanks' to Jackson, Blake always knew what was going on in Bishop Manor. Evan. Therefore, everyone should think of everything said by 'Mr. Bishop' as obscene and disgusting. I won’t go into details.
Blake adjusted his mood. Taking advantage of this gap, let's follow the progress.
In fact, 'Mr. Bishop' has already revealed a little information that Blake will move to Stone Manor.
This is not the Stone family suddenly accepting the private orientation of their only son Blake Stone... Speaking of which, the Stone family has never said that they expelled Blake because they did not accept their son's private lifestyle.
A family that has been deliberately breaking the barrier between family members since its architectural concept. Haha, you want to say that they discovered that Blake likes men only after Blake became an adult? Do you believe it
Take a look at this bedroom that still maintains a teenage style. The posters on the glass wall are of the male protagonists of musicals; the videos collected in the TV cabinet are of male idols; the photos of boyhood placed on the desk are all... It's a record of Blake's joy with a particular boy...
To be honest, I am afraid that when Blake starts to grow hair, the adults in the Stone family will know what their child is like. They did nothing to let Blake grow up, and then sealed the bedroom that belonged to Blake after making sure their son could support himself.
This is not an eviction, it is a temporary preservation of a place for Blake where the adult Blake needs to personally plan the marriage. Don't worry, we'll reveal it bit by bit
Back to the present.
Blake had adjusted his emotions and looked at 'Mr. Bishop', "Should I call you Ms. Schell or Mr. Bishop."
"The latter~" 'Mr. Bishop' smiled, "I really enjoy this state of mental and physical disharmony~ It makes me..." 'Mr. Bishop' licked his lips, "It makes me satisfied~"
It is indeed satisfying. The evil spirit Shel wearing Mr. Bishop's skin enjoys only desecrating Bishop's vagina, isn't it
Blake glanced at his boyhood bed and then at the corridor outside the glass wall. Everyone was at the banquet venue on the first floor, but no one was around to disturb the conversation between these two people. Blake, "Even if I change the bed, it's still a single bed."
"Haha." Mr. Bishop smiled and swung his wine glass, "You seem to still not understand the reason why your parents called you back~ Haha, they don't care who you sleep with every day~ man or woman~~"
Blake frowned, "Are they not?" Blake, like us, has not yet discovered what his parents are thinking.
"Oh~ my dear Blake~" 'Mr. Bishop' patted Blake on the shoulder, "Tell me, when you called the police outside that nightclub last night, you were a little shaken, the young master of the Stone family, Will appearing on that occasion bring harm to your family?"
Blake frowned, "No! I just wanted to save Jason!"
"Very good~" 'Mr. Bishop' nodded, "What happens after that~ Have you thought about it~"
Blake looked at 'Mr. Bishop', "I didn't, I was already dead. You know that Jackson took my soul out. If Zach hadn't saved it..."
'Mr. Bishop' waved his hand, as if he didn't want to hear anything related to the Grand Vampire, "It's right to not think about it ~ because there is no need to think about it ~" looked at Blake and kept smiling, "You are a child of a political family. , you should be reasonable. There are no things that bring harm in this world, only tools that can be used to achieve the purpose~"
'Mr. Bishop' suddenly held Blake's hand, "You have a 'tool' that no one in your family has, but you never know how to use it! You still regard it as your own obstacle!" Smiling! became serious.
There has never been such an expression on Mr. Bishop's face without quotation marks. We know what a useless man Mr. Bishop was. The one who can put on this expression is the evil spirit Shel.
Blake was in a daze for a moment, "Daughter Sher..."
"Mr. Bishop~" 'Mr. Bishop' instantly regained his abnormal smile before, "Haha, I watched you grow up. You should ask Jackson how many times I told him to treat you as the first person in the West End. A role model among the third generation~" Let go of Blake, "If you continue to be so slow, I will be disappointed."
This was a reminder to Blake to think carefully about what he just said.
Blake did as he was told, "Tools, tools, tools..." Blake's face changed. It’s not a suddenly enlightened and optimistic look, but a feeling of being frightened, “Can my personal orientation be used as a political tool?!”
"Everything is a political tool." 'Mr. Bishop' glanced at Blake and continued to shake the glass. With a helpless and lazy expression, "Hey, really, your parents asked me to tell you this, how cunning~"
cunning? Blake's mind was already spinning very hard, but it seemed that it was still not enough.
'Mr. Bishop' put down his wine glass, started to free his hands, and randomly fiddled with Blake's childhood belongings, throwing them away. It was a move that was more symbolic than physical, 'Mr. Bishop' continued, "Why do you think your parents let you live on your own in the North End?"
"They... don't want to see me doing those... things at home?"
Blake's project, do you remember it? Jason also mentioned it before the nightclub. Blake has been trying to advertise a hotline that solves the problems of a specific group of people.
"Wrong." 'Mr. Bishop' waved his hand and threw the photos of Blake and a certain boy when he was a teenager into the trash can. "That's to give you enough space to express yourself freely. Huh, you underestimate your parents too much." . What dirty things are happening in this Barton that your parents have never seen? Oh, how can they not tolerate their son’s small side projects? "
There was confusion on Blake's face.
"But your progress is too slow." 'Mr. Bishop' shook his head, "You were once the spokesman for the mayor's campaign office. Why didn't you use people like you to help your mayor? select?"
Blake...shocked? "Wha, what?"
"Surprised?" 'Mr. Bishop' continued to shake his head, "Don't disappoint me, kid. Turn your head, you need a platform to promote your project, and what better choice than a spokesperson who can deal with the public media every day? ? Your parents are helping you, but you." Shaking his head, "You treat your project as a secret that cannot be put on the table, and there is no progress."
Blake subconsciously wanted to refute, and he gave an example that we have witnessed, "I tried! When the mayor went to the TV station to discuss advertising, I tried to contact the director of Barton TV! But the TV media at that time were all owned by Eisela people… "
"A woman running for mayor is the reason why all the media gathered in front of Ethela." 'Mr. Bishop''s eyes turned cold, "Think about it, Blake, Eisela's campaign slogan. She has always Using the gimmick of being a woman as a tool to attract attention. Dear Blake, aren't the projects you are working on and your personal preferences a bigger gimmick than Ethera being a woman? Tell me, kid. , which one will the media love more?"
Blake opened his mouth, "But, but my personal preference at that time was ugly..."
"Is it a scandal?" 'Mr. Bishop' said for Blake, "Sorry Blake, it was also a scandal when a woman stood above a man." 'Mr. Bishop' had already started tearing down Blake's old posters, " Before civilization has developed to a certain level, any tools are just rotten corpses and broken stones." 'Mr. Bishop' turned around and looked at Blake, "If you start to do it, polish and package your personal orientation. , turn it into a tool that you can use. It will always be that unspeakable, dirty scandal.”
Blake subconsciously covered his face. He needed to block out the distracted Bishop and Sher community and digest these words.
When Blake put down his hand, he seemed to understand something, but he still seemed to be confused, "How do I polish and package this private orientation?"
'Mr. Bishop' smiled and stopped destroying Blake's teenage memories, "Last night's nightclub incident."
Blake's eyebrows frowned unconsciously, "The nightclub incident?"
"A group of people who were not bothering anyone were enjoying their weekend, but they were attacked by a group of thugs. You tell me how a child from a political family would use this thing? But I still remember when you returned to Barton The first thing, haha, was to show performance art on the street of Liszt. At that time, you were still a graduated college student, and you had nothing. Now, Mayor Secretary, you have a lot of resources, right~ "
The creases between Blake's brows opened.
Blake subconsciously covered his face. He needed to block out the distracted Bishop and Sher community and digest these words.
When Blake put down his hand, he seemed to understand something, but he still seemed to be confused, "How do I polish and package this private orientation?"
'Mr. Bishop' smiled and stopped destroying Blake's teenage memories, "Last night's nightclub incident."
Blake's eyebrows frowned unconsciously, "The nightclub incident?"
"A group of people who were not bothering anyone were enjoying their weekend, but they were attacked by a group of thugs. You tell me how a child from a political family would use this thing? But I still remember when you returned to Barton The first thing, haha, was to show performance art on the street of Liszt. At that time, you were still a graduated college student, and you had nothing. Now, Mayor Secretary, you have a lot of resources, right~ "
The creases between Blake's brows opened.