Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter went to the pet hospital early the next morning to see the kitten, and after confirming that the little one was in good condition and recovering, he hurried to work in the store.

Thanks to Chris for being a tolerant boss. The working hours are half an hour later than other shops. When Peter arrived at the door of the store, there were still ten minutes before the opening of the store. He saw a young man waiting at the door from a distance, leaning against the street light There was a bit of tiredness on Zhu's face, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Even so, the young man's straight and handsome face will not be damaged at all. It looks like a poster of a fashion magazine if he leans on it casually. His blue eyes seem to be born with a three-point playful and brisk smile. Looking around, he saw Peter panting little He ran over and took out the key from his pocket to open the door, raised the corners of his lips and greeted in a gentle and friendly tone: "Hi! Good morning!"

"Good morning!" His smile was so contagious that Peter unconsciously responded happily with a smile, and pushed open the store door to let the young man in, "It's not time to open the door, please sit down first Hold on, Chris will be down soon."

He spoke quickly but articulately, and started to make preparations for the opening of the store swiftly.

In fact, the preparation work is not too much. Peter first wrung out the rag and carefully wiped the already clean table, sofa armrests, and store glass, and then mopped the floor with a mop. At this time, the water for making tea was also When he was ready, he listened to the whistle of the kettle, washed his hands, and tiptoed out of the glass cabinet to take out the teapot and teacup to make a pot of tea and put it on the tray to the young man, with a bright smile on his face.

"Tea, please." The boy's voice was clear and his smile was sunny. "My name is Peter. You can call me if you need anything."

After he finished speaking, he slid into the staff lounge behind the counter with the tray in his arms - he always felt a little uncomfortable wearing a tracksuit to entertain customers in the store, and he had to change his uniform quickly before Chris came down. Then wipe the tea set in the glass cabinet to make sure that the tea pots in the tea cabinet are empty.

While changing his clothes, he was thinking about what he was going to do later. Dick Grayson, who was sitting in front of the round table enjoying the fragrance of tea and the sunshine, also felt that his exhaustion and depression had been swept away, and he was unconscious. Become relaxed and happy.

No wonder Little Wing likes this store so much.

Dick was taking a sip from his teacup when he heard the sound of the stairs leading to the second floor going downstairs. He put down his teacup and smiled at Jason who was rubbing his forehead with a bad face: "Little Wing, I'll pick you up." home."

"Fuck you little wings!" Jason, who was in an extremely bad mood because of the severe hangover headache, rolled his eyes mercilessly at his elder brother, "Dickie, how free are you to go out every day? , is Bludhaven so peaceful?"

"Jason, you're the number one pick." Dick smiled and reached out to ruffle Jason's hair, and while his younger brother was growling violently, he unscrupulously hugged his neck and rubbed his cheek, "Okay, let's go back Go home, Ah Fu is worried about you."

I don't know if the word "go home" touched a subtle soft spot in Jason's heart. Although he still looked ugly as if he was going to hit someone, he didn't break away from Dick's hand.

"I left your cookies secretly." Dick blinked at Jason with a smile, and saw Jason turned his face away and snorted, then stood up straight and smiled at Chris: " Jason interrupted yesterday."

"It's okay." Chris waved his hand, "Anyway, he doesn't make a fuss when he's drunk."

"Then you still call Dickie over..." Jason whispered dissatisfied.

"I don't think you can go back to Gotham by yourself in this morning's state." Chris said, "Go back and sleep well and don't run out. Don't let me see the news that you died of a hangover."

"You just died of a hangover." Jason clutched his head and felt that the headache was getting worse, so he leaned his head on Dick's shoulder unceremoniously, frowned and muttered a curse.

For a moment, Dick felt as if he had returned to several years ago. Jason, who had just been brought back to Wayne Manor by Bruce, approached him in such an awkward but trusting manner. Without the slightest haze.

Dick subconsciously raised his hand and patted Jason on the back, nodded to Chris and said, "Bruce is still waiting at home, so let's take our leave first."

"Come on." Chris helped them open the door, watching Dick try to hug Jason full of brotherly love, Jason broke free from Dick's arms and punched him, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing out loud.

Peter changed into his uniform and came out. Chris was the only one sitting at the counter reading the newspaper in the store. "The customers are gone?" He asked, seeing Chris nodding, he went over to clean up the black tea on the table, humming a song and wiping them off one by one. Picking up the teacup and teapot in the glass cabinet, he didn't notice at all that the two youths who looked like gangsters were staring at him and whispering maliciously. It was the day that they chased him two streets away and were scared away by Jason. Perhaps it was a bit embarrassing to be scared away by Jason's words that day, which made them want to teach Peter a lesson.

——Jason doesn't look very easy to provoke. Of course, these bullies will choose Peter, who is as easy to bully as a little nerd.

What's more, Peter is still a student at Midtown Middle School, so it's easy for a gangster who has been in Queens to do something.

They carefully prepared a "gift" and stuffed it in the little nerd's locker. On Monday, they sneaked into Midtown Middle School and hid behind the crowd. They were so scared by Peter's screams that they dropped their schoolbags and sat on the ground. The appearance of amused.

Those are a few kittens whose eyes haven’t been opened yet. It’s a pity that they are not as lucky as the kitten rescued by Peter. They were cruelly deprived before they could open their eyes and see the world. Life, wrapped in shocking red, was lying in Peter's locker, which made the soft-hearted boy feel sick, and he clenched his fists and slammed on the door of the locker.

It was the first time in Peter's life that he skipped class. He barely dealt with the teachers and classmates who heard the news. He wrapped the kittens in his coat and buried them under the tree in the school courtyard during class.

If they were left here, they would probably end up being thrown into the trash can by the cleaners. Peter fetched water and vigorously wiped the pungent dirt in the locker. He pressed his head against the door of the locker and bit his lower lip, desperately restraining himself. Moisture welled up in the eyes.

There was a small soil bag under the tree in the courtyard. When the night came, several cats seemed to come smelling the smell. They walked around the soil bag for a while, neighing softly but angrily. Scattered and wandered around the school like ghosts, and finally gathered in front of Peter's locker, making loud and piercing calls.

"Meow--!!!"

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Jingle Bell--

The bell hanging on the door rang again, Chris wrote another note in the account book, and said without raising his head: "Welcome."

His greeting was obviously lacking in enthusiasm, and the person who entered the door happened not to be a guest, so he knocked in front of Chris alone, and showed his ID with the black-haired woman beside him when he looked up.

"FBI. Excuse me, is Peter Parker your clerk?" asked the older middle-aged man, his name was written on his ID.

David Rossi.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Chris put down his pen and closed the ledger very naturally, and stretched out his hand, "Chris Elf, I am the owner of this store."

"Emily." The female detective who called herself Emily shook hands with Chris, and then asked, "Have you seen Peter Parker in the past few days?"

When she was questioning, Agent Rossi was walking slowly in the store, looking at the products on the shelves and the decorations in the store with shrewd and wise eyes.

"No, Peter doesn't have to come to work on Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday, that is, yesterday, he asked me to take leave to listen to Tony Stark's lecture-he is a big fan of that gentleman. Did something happen when you came here? ?” Chris replied calmly, and at the same time secretly tapped the system to investigate the two agents.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the identities of the two agents, but he had doubts about the real purpose of their visits—although Chris has always considered himself a dutiful and well-behaved businessman, there are always some people who want to He doesn't follow the rules or covets the things in his hands that are marked as not for sale, so he has to toss about some obvious and dark things that can't be put on the table to trouble him, and none of them can instruct FBI agents few.

In other words, many of them were originally high-level ones.

"Peter Parker has been missing for two days." Emily said, and took out some photos, "Do you know these people?"

Emily took out a few photos of her life, and the people in the photos were of different ages, genders and races. Chris looked at the photos carefully and shook his head: "I don't know." After he finished speaking, he asked about Peter "You said he has been missing for two days, do you mean...was he kidnapped?"

"It's also possible that he ran away from home, but we can't say for sure yet." Rossi's answer was ambiguous.

Kerry couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, and seeing the guests by the French windows get up and leave, he walked over to clean up the tea sets on the table.

"Royal Worcester?" Rosie raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at the tea sets placed on the tray by Chris, and turned her head to look at the exquisite tea sets in the glass cabinets, "I thought these were all collections. Taste."

"Tea sets that are not in use are like roses that have lost the sun and rain." Chris explained, "They were not made for display."

Rossi nodded, and asked about Peter again with a calm expression.

"Peter is a very good young man, very hardworking, active and responsible. He will not run away from home without saying a word." Chris said, and the system finally screened the information and gave it to Chris reply.

[The two of them belong to the BAU team of the FBI. They mainly provide behavioral analysis and consultation to police stations around the world for serial murders and other violent crimes. This time they came to New York because of the serial disappearances. So far, no signs of manipulation have been found. ]

[Peter is the latest victim of the case they are investigating. He disappeared from school two days ago. I have sent a copy of the case information from the police station to your mobile phone. You'd better have a look. ]

[Mission - Unlock Peter: Your clerk Peter mysteriously disappeared, please choose a suitable costume to investigate the truth of the incident and bring him back safely. ]

The system really likes Peter.Chris glanced at the cell phone that was on and off, took out his business card and handed it over, "If there is any progress in Peter's affairs, please let me know if you can."

"Okay, if you still think of anything, please let us know." Rossi also handed over his business card. Before leaving, he suddenly asked, "Does Peter like cats?"

"Peter? He likes cats." Chris replied, "He even rescued a kitten the other day."

"Is that so..." Rosie said goodbye to Chris thoughtfully, sat in the car and looked at Chris who was receiving customers in the store several times, and then slowly closed the car window.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.

"That shopkeeper made me feel a little bit wrong." Rossi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel with a serious face, "It's just... some kind of intuition."

Some kind of intuition formed by countless experiences in handling cases and encountering prisoners, the moment he saw Chris, a piercing alarm sounded on Rossi's nerves.

"Let Garcia check him out," Rosie said, deciding to let their computer genius get to the bottom of Chris.