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Before Garcia spoke, she continued: "The thing is like this, there was an explosion in a bar in the immigration area a few days ago, the police arrived and found a child at the scene, he was taken to the police station, and then arrested Brought to us. This child—” She took out a photo from her briefcase and handed it to Garcia, who took the photo. It showed a thin and pale child with dark pupils, staring indifferently at the camera.

"He said that he lost his parents in the civil war in Sokovia, and the family house was taken over and turned into an orphanage. , I also showed him the photos, so he escaped with the photos. Such a small child went to the United States alone, but he found the address after arriving in the United States. A man was taken away in a coma and went to that bar."

Garcia stared at the photo and had to say that the boy had a pleasing appearance, he looked like a pretty kid, but Garcia couldn't see anything like himself or his father in his face.But they are already distant cousins, and there is nothing strange about this.

"What did he say about his relationship with my father?" Garcia asked.

"He told us that Adam Douglas is his grandmother's elder brother, and he also showed us a photo of his grandmother and Adam Douglas." Miss Borea handed Garcia a piece of paper with a copy of the photo, "He refused to Give us the original photo, and we are only allowed to copy it and give it to you."

On it was a young man in a suit standing in front of the apartment door with a pipe in his hand. Beside him stood a girl with curly hair and a calico skirt. She was smiling, with her hands behind her back, and the man occupied the door separately. On one side, she seemed to be wearing lipstick and looked very lively.

Garcia froze for a moment, and it took a few seconds to realize that it was his father when he was young.He was born when his father was in his fifties, and he couldn't even imagine what that man looked like when he was young.

"Yes, this is my father," he said.

"He has some other photos together." Miss Boria said, "I think you'd better go to New York City with me, Mr. Douglas."

"Wait," Garcia said, "this kid's parents are dead, so I need to adopt him, right, since I'm his only relative now."

"It's not that simple," Miss Boria said. "We are not sure about the identity of this child. Even if he is really your relative, you still need to go through a series of procedures before adopting him—are you married now?" ?”

"No," Garcia said, "my wife has unfortunately passed away."

"Oh," Miss Boria said, "I'm sorry to hear this, but it also makes it more difficult for you to adopt a child, let alone a foreign child who sneaked into the United States-to be honest, it is very difficult. Difficult situation."

"I see." Garcia said, and he handed the paper back to Miss Boria, "When are we leaving for New York City?"

"Just now." Miss Boria said, "I drove here."

Garcia looked at Charles, and Charles said, "Of course there is no problem, but I think you'd better find someone to accompany you."

"I know." Garcia nodded, "I'll go talk to Ruiwen, and if she doesn't want to, I'll ask someone else."

"I can't think of a reason why she doesn't want to." Charles laughed, "She is the most idle person here, and she can think of any messy things when she is idle."

Garcia also laughed, and he turned around to find Ruiwen. The woman agreed to his request, because she really has nothing to do recently. According to Charles, she has been busy with the equal rights of mutants in the past few years. Doesn't stick to the ground, and only recently has loosened up a bit.

"So this kid is your nephew?" Raven sat beside Garcia, looking at the boy in the photo, "He doesn't look like your relative."

"His grandmother didn't look like my father either," Garcia said. "My father said my aunt looked more like my grandmother, and he looked more like my grandfather."

"Have you seen your aunt?" Ruiwen put down the photo.

"Never before, she went to Sokovia with her husband before I was born," Garcia said.

"Why didn't you go to Sokovia to bring her back?" Ruiwen frowned, "The war in Sokovia was so brutal."

"Have you been there?" Garcia glanced at her.

"I've been there," Ruiwen frowned slightly. "The mutants there are under the jurisdiction of the state, but some of them are also imprisoned by some civilian armed organizations. I have rescued some people."

"During the war?"

"if not?"

"My aunt eloped with her husband," Garcia said. "Her husband was a carpenter and was 20 years older than her. My grandparents and brother didn't approve of her marrying that man, so she just Eloped with him and immigrated to Sokovia. My father kept trying to find her, went to Sokovia during the armistice, but found nothing."

"But he found you." Riven said.

"My father was always afraid that his sister would not find him when he returned to the United States, so he never changed his address." Garcia said, "Until he died, he lived in that old apartment. .”

"Your aunt," said Riven, "she was a cruel person."

"I don't know." Garcia said, "But if that child is really my aunt's grandson, I believe my father will be very happy."

“How could she immigrate to a completely new country because of a man who loves her family so much, and have no contact with her family at all—until she dies?” Raven said, looking in disbelief.

"My father never gave up hope." Garcia said, "but my mother always felt that my aunt must have died in the flames of war. If her grandson hadn't found this place now, I would also think that she was really in Dasso Corvia died in the war a few years later."

Garcia knew it was difficult for Raven to understand as an orphan, and it was difficult for him to understand. His aunt was a girl who grew up in a wealthy family. She was never abused. It is very incomprehensible that I didn't contact my family until I had a grandson.

"That's in the past," Garcia said. "We'll never know. But go see that kid now, maybe he'll be able to tell me something."

"Are you going to adopt him?" Raven asked.

"I don't know," Garcia said. "I don't think I'm ready to adopt a child right now, but maybe my father would find some relief if I adopted my aunt's grandson."

"You will be a peerless good man who values ​​his family." Ruiwen said, "If you have a family."

Garcia looked out the window. They had already entered the New York City area. Looking at the distance displayed on the navigation, they would arrive at the Children's Welfare Center in a few minutes.

The Children's Welfare Center is a warm yellow building that looks newly built. There are some children playing on the swings and wooden horses in the yard. Miss Boria led them to an office and asked them to wait again. The chairman wanted to see them, and after about three or four minutes, a middle-aged woman sat behind the desk in front of them.