[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will stayed in Pittsburgh for another day. On the third day, Will asked the Iowa police to go to the place where Climans Hall was killed two years ago to take a group of photos and send them to him.There is a park halfway up the mountain. Not many people go there, and the natural wind, frost, rain and snow cover up the traces very cleanly.

After the police took photos of the park without any abnormalities, they complained about Will's request.

Will hung up the phone first and took a taxi back to Wolf Thap.When he was pulled out of the classroom by Crawford, he ran into Alana who came to be a guest lecturer, and only temporarily entrusted the dogs at home to Alana.

So when Will pushed open the door of his house and walked in, he wasn't too surprised to find that the dogs weren't in the living room, and he threw the backpack with the change of clothes on the sofa.

But he was a little surprised by the room that suddenly became clean. Will's house is not a mess, but after raising seven dogs, no matter what season, there will always be a lot of dog hair on the sofa and carpet, but today there is no See, Alana finally couldn't stand it anymore, and hired a cleaner for him?

Will turns and walks out again, knowing where the dogs go when he lets them out.Will went around the back of the house and hadn't turned the corner when he saw Leah running out, followed by her puppies.

He took a few steps forward, and heard Alana's not soft voice.

"Yes, Abigail is strong, but she's more fragile than you think. You can get her out of here, but you can't leave her alone."

No one answered, only to hear Alana continue, "I went to California to see her, she is doing well, but I still need to introduce an old friend of mine to her as her therapist. Abigail Still need counseling, you know what I mean?"

After another silence, Will heard Muke's voice, "You can ask him to send me the bill."

"I've told you so much, do you just listen to this sentence?"

"I heard it all. What you said is very reasonable, Ms. Bloom. I just think that according to the previous situation, I will not object, but I cannot make a sound of admiration."

Will turned the corner and saw Muke holding Winston and Buster in his arms, sitting on the grass, looking up at Alana standing in front of him.

Alana crossed her arms, with only a helpless and indulgent expression on her face, "I feel the same as you now, Mr. Mu. I can't object to your words, but I can't admire them either."

Buster got out of Muke's arms. He smelled Will, ran over with his legs, and raised his front paws to grab Will's knee.Will picked Buster up and walked over to the two people who were looking at him.

"You're back."

Alana saw a smile on Mu Ke's face, and stepped back a few steps, leaving room for the two of them.

"Thank you for helping me take care of the dog," Will said to Alana.

"Mr. Mu has been taking care of your dog. I just met him when I came here today, so I wanted to chat with him about Abigail." Alana said, "Then I'll go first."

Will nodded and saw Alana get into the car, holding Buster and sitting next to Muke.

Winston was putting his head on Muke's right shoulder, and Will was sitting on Muke's right hand side. It rubbed Will's shoulder with its nose, and then buried its head along Muke's elbow to hit Will. palm.Will raised his hand to touch its forehead, and when he withdrew his hand, Winston raised his head to rub his palm again, and Mu Ke reached out and pressed Winston's head.

Will heard Winston whimper, and then he rested his head on Mooko's arm.He smiled, took Muke's hand off Winston's head and held it in his own, and with the other hand he scratched the soft fur behind Winston's ear.

"You were discharged from the hospital yesterday?"

"Well, I thought you were pulled away temporarily. I guess you don't have time to take care of the dog, so I came here to help you feed the dog, clean the house, and then finished eating the beef and bread in your refrigerator."

"Did you clean the house?"

"what happened?"

"Just a little surprised. You, Hannibal, and Jack don't look like people who can clean the house themselves. I always thought you had at least one hourly worker's phone number in your mobile phone directory."

"I'll do it myself." Although with dust removal.

"You're not happy with Alana's words." Will could hear Muke's voice soften a little, but the tone was lowered again.

"I didn't want to argue or get into a physical altercation with her."

"That would be anger. You just feel wronged." Will felt Muke scratching his wrist with his nails, and he took his other hand off Winston's head, wrapping Muke a little Liang's finger, which made Mu Ke look up at him, "I feel it too."

"I... well, I'll call it wronged. No one has ever said that to me except Yan Qing." Mu Ke said, "Does this bother you?"

"what?"

"Your empathy."

"Not with you, I am willing to share your emotions."

"I want to too." Mu Ke leaned over and kissed Will's jawline.

Will withdrew his hand and patted Buster and Winston on the head, and the two dogs jumped out of their master's arms and ran away to play.Will stood up and pulled the slightly wrinkled clothes, "They won't get lost, maybe we can go in first?"

Mu Ke grabbed Will's sleeve and stood up, hugging Will.Will took a few steps back under the weight of his body, his back against the wall.

Mu Ke lowered his head and rubbed Will's cheek with the top of his head. Will hugged him with one hand, and scratched the hair on the back of his head with the other hand. Mu Ke still smelled of medicine, but it was not difficult to mix with the heat of his body. smell.

Muke smiled and started kissing Will's lips. "No."

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"I always thought you could use a gun." Will was watching Muke assemble the parts of a p228 automatic pistol one by one, which seemed to be no difficulty for him.

The two of them have already spent a morning and noon staying at Will's house. When Will saw the pistol he kept in the drawer beside the bed, he suddenly thought of this question. The gun was fired at Georgia Massey, who probably wouldn't have been stabbed by Georgia Massey.

But Muke told Will that he couldn't use a gun.

"I can assemble it according to its mechanical structure, then pull the bolt, press the safety, aim, and pull the trigger. But I never use a gun." Mu Ke doesn't need a gun, but just like he knows the car's Like the structural design, he also knows the design principles of guns, but when Will offered to teach him how to use a gun, he did not refuse.

During the time of talking, Mu Ke had already assembled the gun and loaded it with bullets.

"You try to shoot first." Will took a sound-proof earmuff and put it on Mu Ke, and he had already worn one on his head.This is the indoor shooting range of a certain shooting club, and now there are only Will and Muke.The cubicle was designed for one person, and Will stood behind Muke so that the space would not appear cramped.

Mu Ke held the gun in his right hand, and raised his hand to aim at a black circular target seven yards away. Seven concentric circles were drawn with white lines on the target paper.

The targets on the Quantico shooting range were humanoid, and every shot reminded Will of Jacob Hobbs.In Will's eyes, the shooting target in front suddenly turned into the appearance of Hobbs' corpse, with ten bullet holes on it, which used up all the ten bullets in Will's pistol at that time.

White lights illuminate the shooting range, and the concrete walls have a cold metallic feel under the light.Hobbs looked pale and thin, as if something was hanging from his back, but there was a weird smile on his face.

Seeing that the paper suddenly turned into Hobbs' corpse, Mu Ke directly pulled the trigger and fired three shots.Three bullets left three bullet holes in Hobbs' clothes, but no blood flowed out.

He puts down his gun and turns to look at Will.Will stared straight at Hobbs in the distance, his pursed lips trembling. .

"Will, Will?" Muke put the gun on the platform in the compartment, and covered Will's face with his hands.

The smell of gunpowder smoke left by the ammunition in Muke's hands woke Will up from the stale smell of corpses and wounds. He blinked, and Hobbs disappeared, leaving only a target with two bullet holes. Paper.

"I'm here." Will said, stepped back a few steps, left Muke's palm, turned his head to avoid eye contact, and then pressed a button on the partition to move the paper to him.

Of the three bullets, two were outside the sixth ring, and one missed the target on the right hand side.Even for a novice, this score is a little bad.Mu Ke can shoot arrows, but the bouncing of the muzzle when the bullet leaves the gun body makes him unable to control the whereabouts of the bullet.

"You can't just hold the gun with one hand, beginners are not used to the recoil of the gun." Will looked at Muke's back, "Is the injury on your shoulder healed?"

"It's ready." Muke's voice was very flat, Will was a little flustered, and then annoyed at his flustered.

"Then try isometric shooting. Hold the gun in both hands, keep both arms straight, and place your feet shoulder-width apart."

Muke did so, and fired a shot at the receding target.The recoil caused his arm to shake, and the shaking was quickly controlled by Mu Ke. The sharp sound of the metal shell falling on the ground was mixed with the loud sound of the bullet being fired, but it was indistinguishable.

Will went up and pressed Muke's shoulder, in fact he wanted to hug him even more, Muke nodded back and met Will's eyes, which was as satisfying to Will as a hug, "You need to face Stand at the target, and if you like standing sideways, you can add Weber to the mix."

"I want to try."

Will held Muke's left elbow, bent his left arm, and kept his right arm straight. "Pull your left hand back, push your right hand forward, and find a strength with both hands that you are used to."

Mu Ke fired another five shots at the handlebar.Will pressed the button to move the target paper over.This time the five shots did not miss the target, two shots were on the fifth ring, and the remaining three shots were still hovering between the seventh and sixth rings.

"It's 53 degrees outside today, isn't it?"

The "Yes" question strikes Will as a bit odd.

"It's 64 degrees indoors."

"It's about this temperature." Will frowned, "Are you calculating the trajectory?"

"It's just a rough estimate." Mu Ke moved the target paper back and raised his hand again. There were still four bullets left in the magazine, and he fired all four bullets at once.