[Comprehensive British and American] Super Mario

Emilia watched Mary walking towards her in fear, her sweet face was covered with a cold breath, she shook her head in fear and cried, "No, don't come here!"

Regardless of the pain in his leg, Andrew rushed to catch up with Mary and said seriously, "Mary! Don't be impulsive! Don't you want to know where Julie is?"

Mary stared at Emilia who was crying in front of her for a long time, then slowly turned her eyes to Andrew, with tears still on her face, a trace of sadness in her eyes, but a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, and said: "You What do you think I'm going to do? Kill her?"

Andrew choked, yes, he really thought so, but at the moment she turned her head to look at him, he knew he was wrong, the kind-hearted Mary was just venting her emotions just now, but now he never She saw sadness and calmness in her eyes, he let go of her arm and said apologetically, "I was wrong."

Mary turned her head and looked directly at Emilia who was sitting on the ground, trembling with fear, and said softly, "Who are they?"

Emilia raised her eyes, and couldn't help but flinch when she saw Mary's sharp eyes. She lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "They are from the land, the lower class, the money, and the village."

Mary asked, "Address! Name!"

Emilia looked up in confusion, and asked cautiously: "What name? What are you referring to?"

Peter blurted out, "Of course it's the names of those who took Julie away!"

Emilia looked at Mary uncertainly, with a cautious questioning look in her eyes.

Mary said nothing, just stared at her.

"I, I don't know their names, I don't know them, really, I just know one of them..." Emilia looked at Mary's gloomy face, her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared In her mouth, she sniffled, hesitated to speak: "I..."

Andrew frowned slightly. Before Mary could speak, he said, "Tell us the address!" After speaking, he quickly picked up the sketchbook from the ground, flipped to the blank page and placed it on the floor in front of Emilia , turned to Peter and said, "Look around, see if there is a pen under the coffee table, anything is fine, just bring one here!"

Peter snorted, walked to the coffee table and rummaged through it.

Mary kept looking at Emilia in silence until Peter found a pencil and handed it to Andrew. Then she slightly rolled her eyes and looked at Andrew who handed the pencil to Emilia.

Andrew put the pencil on the white paper of the sketchbook, tapped the paper lightly, and said, "Let's write!"

Emilia looked up, choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Let's write!" Andrew said gently.

Emilia stretched out her hand to grab the pencil, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly began to write the addresses of Qian and Zhuang on the drawing paper. After finishing writing, she hesitated again, looked up at the silent Mary, said softly, "I'm sorry."

Andrew turned his head to look at Mary's expression. Her seemingly calm face and her tightly pursed lips showed her emotions at the moment. He sighed in his heart. He believed that Mary, like him, was ashamed of being taken away. Julie, who has been missing for more than three years, has the worst expectation in her heart, especially since she has been missing for more than three years.He turned around, stretched out his hand and tore off the page of drawing paper and stood up. After glancing at the address written by Emilia, he handed the drawing paper to Mary instead.

Mary stared at Emilia intently, ignoring the drawing paper Andrew handed over.

Emilia's whole body trembled from Mary's gaze, she kept trembling her lips, and kept whispering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Mary suddenly laughed, looked at her with cold eyes, and said softly and slowly: "Your daughter is missing, do you feel pain?"

Emilia was taken aback, not quite understanding what Mary meant, she stared back at her blankly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I..."

"Painful?" Mary asked again.

Emilia lowered her eyes, nodded, and said softly: "Yes, I am in great pain, and I am very worried about Zegna."

Mary showed a sad smile and said, "Very well, I hope you will always remember your pain now." She turned her eyes, reached out and took the drawing paper from Andrew's hand, turned and left Emilia's residence.

Peter looked at Andrew, then at the direction Mary was leaving, and hurriedly called out, "Hey, Mary, wait for me!" Then he followed in her footsteps and left here.

Only Emilia, who hugged her knees and cried, and Andrew, who was silent, were left in the room. He looked down at Emilia, thought for a while, and said, "Zenia...I will help you continue Look for."

Emilia was sobbing that she couldn't speak, looked up tearfully as Andrew strode away, and she murmured in pain, "God, Zegna, what have I done! Oh God!"

outside the house.

After Andrew came out, he saw Peter standing stupidly outside the door but Mary was nowhere to be seen. He was slightly surprised. He and Mary came out of Emilia's house, only a few minutes separated each other. He asked Peter: "Where is Mary?"

Peter shrugged and said, "She said she wanted to be alone for a while, and then, she left!"

"You let her go alone?" Andri looked at Peter in surprise, "Do you think she is suitable to be alone in this state?"

"Oh, I should know! But, you know, today's Mary is not the usual Mary, let's not mention that she threatened me to tell Aunt May about me! She is not easy to mess with today! Don't you Seeing how she treated that woman? Wow! I don't want to be beaten by her!" He looked at Andrew's disapproval, spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Well, let me put it another way, if Mary says she wants to Tell my Aunt Mei all the embarrassing things you have done since childhood, including how many times you wet the bed, what will you do?"

Andrew looked at him in surprise and said: "How do you know that I am to May... No, wait, we will talk about this topic later, what we are talking about now is why you let Mary go!" He patted his forehead, "No , now is not the time to chat, where did you see her go?"

Peter put his hands on his chest, raised an eyebrow, and said to him: "Oh, well... Before Mary leaves, let me tell you that if you still want to continue to maintain a good image with May, then let her go Don't bother her, well, that's probably what it means!"

Andrew stared at Peter speechlessly. The guy was gloating. He asked, "Hey, little spider, are you happy that I'm unlucky?"

Peter shook his head, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a good brotherly look: "Oh, to be honest, it seems pretty good that you and I were threatened by Mary together! Especially, we have a common ...uh, weakness."

Andrew really wanted to say, "Who has the same weakness as you?" But when he thought of May, he felt a little sluggish, well, Peter was right, it was indeed a weakness.

When Andrew and Peter were talking at Emilia's door, Mary, who had left alone, was standing at a fork in the road.

After coming out of the red-roofed house, Mary used threats to forcefully stop Peter from following, and then kept running along the route they came from. She didn't know how long she ran, and she didn't know where she ran.

At this moment, the road in front of her looked very strange, neither like the neighborhood where Emilia lived, nor like the Chinatown she passed by when she came here. Mary put her hands on her hips, gasped hard, and looked around silently. It looked so strange, it was certain that she had never been here before.

Well, no matter what the place is, Mary doesn't think it matters. She slowly raised the crumpled drawing paper in her hand, stared at the address written by Emilia for a long time, and then silently put it down. , her eyes fell blankly on the pedestrians who were waiting for the street lights on the opposite side, and suddenly, she frowned.

Just then, the green light came on.

Whether it was the pedestrians waiting for the green light beside Mary, or those on the other side of the street who immediately started to move, rushing in their respective directions, they bypassed Mary who was still standing motionless at the intersection.

When a tall man with a beard in a black coat passed by, Mary suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, saying angrily, "Hi! Are you pretending you don't know me on purpose?"

The tall man gave her a cold look, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "According to what you mean, I should know you, right?"