"...finally, I killed Nero.. the fastest update"
Borrowing the communication equipment picked up from Nero, Cook is communicating with the clubhouse.
There has been silence over there, listening to Cook's return. After a long time, a voice came from over there: "The tyrant has always been difficult to control, but for such a long time, only Nero can inherit Yan Modao. But this She is also to blame for this matter, since she has successfully angered you, she should also bear the consequences of death... well, as long as Yan Modao has been recovered. Cook, since Dongfang's mission has failed, you should come back immediately."
"I see." Cook responded indifferently.
There was his treasure gun on the table, as well as the rusty Yan Modao, and after Cook turned off the communication, he put the communicator together.
He fetched a basin of warm water, and wrung out some of the towels after they were soaked.
San'er and Xiaozhi are now placed on the chairs. He wiped off the traces of San'er's face with a towel, and also wiped Xiao Zhi's face, the man's pain was undoubtedly revealed in his movements.
Because he is so gentle.
He who has recovered his memory is quite clear. He doesn't love this woman... There is only a man named Mark who has abnormal feelings for San'er.
"My original name was Cook."
After tidying up San'er and Xiaozhi's bodies so that they looked as if they were asleep, Cook sat next to him and began to wipe his long gun.
"When I was three years old, someone told me that I was a resident of the Kingdom of Shadows."
Cook squinted one side of his eyes, calmly raised the tip of the spear to the level of his sight, and then gently wiped it away.
"But where is the Kingdom of Shadows? I never knew. Later, a woman took me in, took me to Xuefeng, and trained me there."
"When I was about ten years old, I killed a bear on Xuefeng with my own hands."
He said some things that he had never told others, which belonged only to his memories.
"I have lived with her like this for fifteen years... This woman is my teacher."
Cook smiled lightly and continued to wipe the spear, "In my opinion, she is not only my teacher, but also a woman who is extremely important to me. It's not love, but I can't live without it."
"It's called gáe-bolg, and it's what she gave me, the only thing."
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"I've been looking for her all these years."
Cook took a deep breath and was silent for a long, long time before letting out a soft breath and said calmly: "That's fine, let Mark stay with you forever."
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"In summary, I'm an unlucky person."
He sat quietly, and after a while, he stood up and packed the gun and knife and some equipment. He has always been a traveler.
Since he is a traveler, after a short stay, he will naturally leave. Cook remembered that the woman who gave him everything once said, don't go after her figure anymore, because one day, he will meet something worthy of his nostalgia.
"But it will also be shattered, isn't it... teacher."
Cook smiled sadly. After packing up his things, he looked at the mother and daughter on the chair for the last time, opened the sliding door of the living room... and left.
"Turn on the light first! It will hit you! Little Chi!!"
but…
"Got it, Mom!"
When the light tube in the store suddenly lit up, Cook froze his whole body... Was it a dream
"Uncle Mark! You're back!!" The little girl hurriedly kicked off her shoes in front of the store, rushed up like this, and threw herself at Cook's side.
Is it... a dream
"You're back, are you hungry? Shall I go and make you something to eat?" San'er still couldn't let go, but asked softly.
Is it... a dream
Cook subconsciously looked back at the living room, on the chair... at some point, there were only piles of sand left.
"Uncle Mark! Why is there so much sand in the house?" Xiaozhi pulled Lacook's trousers at this time, raised his head and asked.
"Really!" San'er was surprised to see that the chairs in the living room were covered with sand, and became puzzled: "You picked it back?"
"You... in the end?" Cook muttered to himself.
San'er said: "I went to the police station, and then Xiao Zhi suddenly had a stomachache. Later, he went to the health station to prescribe some medicine and injections. He said it was stomach discomfort, and he just came back."
"Police station? When?" Cook frowned.
San'er thought: "Well... not long after you left the house in the afternoon, right? A policeman knocked on the door and asked me to go back and assist in the investigation. It seems that someone wrote with paint yesterday... I don't know who reported it The police? The police told me to go to the police station to take notes, but I was worried that Xiaozhi would be alone, so I took them with me. But when did such a young policeman come to our town? I didn’t know before. "
"Xiaozhi has never seen it before!" Xiaozhi raised his little hand like a student answering a teacher's question, "But that policeman brother smells so good! It smells better than the perfume my mother hid in the cabinet!"
"Xiao Zhi!!" San'er patted his daughter's forehead lightly, and then said 'viciously': "Don't go to the warm water, you need to take medicine! Do you want a stomachache in the middle of the night!"
"Got it!" Xiaozhi ran into the living room.
San'er looked at Mark at this time, his face was reddish, and he said softly: "What are these on your body?"
Cook took a deep breath and said calmly: "Your matter is settled, I am a little tired, if there is anything else, let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Then eat..."
"Need not."
Not a dream.
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The fire at the mill did not know when it stopped. Many things were burned here, but after all, it was by the river, so the fire couldn't keep spreading.
All that's left of the original mill is some charred stuff, some of it's original wood, and some of it's just... human bodies.
Boss Luo walked through the ashes, stopped in front of a charred corpse, and snapped his fingers slightly.
The coke-like corpse suddenly cracked open at this time, after a layer of scorched black things cracked, a trace of smoothness was seen, and then everything cracked... A figure sat up from the charcoal, stretched his waist, but there was no trace of it. .
"I really thought I was going to die."... Nero.
Nero, who was in front of Boss Luo's eyes, was sitting cross-legged on the ground even though he wasn't wearing any clothes. He stretched out his hands and twisted his neck, and said with a smile, "After the mother and daughter went home, did Cook cry?"
Boss Luo shook his head.
Nero immediately let out a sigh of disappointment, and said in a downcast voice, "Not only did we lose, but even Uncle Cook's tears couldn't earn two drops... What a failure."
Boss Luo was silent.
Seeing that he didn’t see anything strange, Nero stretched all of a sudden, lay down on the ground in a large font, and said to himself: “With Uncle Cook’s personality, I’ve probably already reported to the authorities and I’m dead. Next You don't have to go back to that stuffy place... Well, it's not bad."
She sat up again and asked, "Isn't the moon beautiful tonight, boss?"
Luo Qiu looked up and said softly, "Full Moon."
Nero blinked his eyes suddenly and said, "By the way, boss... you really don't plan to get me a suit? Or do you like my appearance more? I don't mind, but I also charge for it, okay? And it's very expensive."
Luo Qiu waved his hand, and a set of clothes that Nero was wearing fell from mid-air, and landed in front of this body with countless scars... This is the dense old cobweb, which makes people feel hideous. scar.
"Thanks."
She dressed generously.