[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Connor was always the first of them to wake up.

He came out of the closet, walked into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and said to the severed hand in the bathtub: "Good morning, hand."

In just two nights, Conor had befriended the severed hand, which he appropriately named, "The Hand."

"Rock paper scissors." He gestured with the severed hand three times.

Two wins out of three.

He smiled: "Go and wake them up, I'll make breakfast."

The severed hand slid across the living room, into Carl's room, climbed onto his bed, and pushed hard on his shoulder.

Karl rolled over, half asleep, and saw an ownerless hand on his shoulder.

"what--------"

His screams woke up Jason, who was sleeping in the next room, and Bagel, who was in the next room next door.

Severed hand gesture "V" word: it is really a little clever ghost.

Connor dumped the fried eggs from the pan on the plate and heard Carl complain: "Someday I'm going to fry that hand!"

"Hurry up and get used to it, how about you stop screaming?" Baguoxia asked.

"Try it, it wakes you up in the morning."

"I don't think it matters. When I took a bath last night, I let it rub my back. How about you, Jason?"

Jason didn't say a word: the severed hand was doing shoulder pinching for him, what else could he say?

"Freak." Carl plunged his fork into the fried egg angrily.

Connor opened the window, the weather was a little gloomy.

A gust of wind blew in, and some dust fell from the roof.

They quickly shifted their respective dinner plates, and Baguoxia transferred Connor's at the same time.

"We should clean up the first floor," Jason blew away the hair blocking his eyes, "I only cleaned the second floor yesterday."

"No, you should see a doctor today." Baguoxia said firmly, "Let Carl and Connor clean the room."

"They will?"

Bei Guoxia grinned, and he also made up his mind that "the two of them can do it themselves if they don't want to".

Fortunately, neither Connor nor Carl objected.

He was moved.

Carl and Connor stood side by side in front of the house, sending the two away.

"I don't think they look like they can do housework," Carl said. "This family depends on us."

He took out the broom and rag and stuffed them into Connor's hands.

At this time, Baguoxia rushed back again.

"Don't leave everything to Connor!" he yelled, "You can leave us what you can't finish. I'll make apple pie when I get back."

Carl picked up the empty bucket without hesitation, assuring: "I never thought about it that way."

Jason parked the car next to him.

"When will we have the car?" Baguoxia asked in surprise.

"When I was cleaning yesterday, I found a car in the garage, although it was broken," Jason replied, "I fixed it with Connor."

"Connor can fix cars?"

"He watched from the side, and slowly started to help."

"It's unbelievable," Bagocia opened the door of the passenger seat and got in. "How rich is the Adams family? They not only left the villa, but also the car."

"Maybe because the trunk is full of water bottles and iron crosses and bloody dolls?"

When stopping at a red light, Jason said suddenly, "Connor likes to fix cars."

"Like engineering? It's good. Engineering is the easiest way to find a job." Bei Guoxia laughed.

Jason looked at him in surprise: "You don't know until now, he has been secretly sleeping in the closet in your bedroom for two days?"

"I know," Bei Guoxia was a little embarrassed, "but I don't know how to mention it, for example, look, I also know that you have nightmares..."

"What? I don't have nightmares!" Jason denied.

He couldn't remember having a dream at night.

"I'm always the last one to go back to the bedroom. Passing by your room, I can hear you tossing and turning in your dreams! Either you are having a nightmare, or there is someone hiding in your room!"

"Why do you have to be the last to go back to the room?"

"Because...because I have to give Connor time to sneak into the closet, and besides, I can force Carl to go to bed early by being in the living room."

"Why? Don't Karl want to sleep?"

"Isn't it because he likes to boil—oh..."

The two looked at each other.

"How about we see a psychiatrist first?" Bei Guoxia asked depressedly.

"Agreed." The green light came on, and Jason started the car. "But it's for you three freaks. I never have nightmares."

Baguoxia rolled her eyes.

At another red light, Bei Guoxia was about to fall asleep.

Jason stopped the car and said again: "I don't have nightmares, how can a person who has no memory have dreams?"

"Well, yes," Baguoxia said in a daze, "Carl and I don't have sleep problems either. It's all about Connor."

"..."

"You should be thinking, luckily with Connor..."

"To shut up."

The doctor, Hannibal Lecter, was still wearing an apron when he opened the door.

Looking at the two of them, he asked gracefully, "Did I miss the appointment for the two of you?"

"No," Jason replied with some embarrassment, "We don't have an appointment... I just wanted to ask if I could have a consultation?"

"This is a serious problem, Dr. Lecter. He suffered some kind of incident and lost his memory," said Baguosha. "And two friends, one sleeps standing in the closet at night, and the other suffers from severe insomnia."

Jason gave him a gouged look, and reluctantly admitted: "Almost. My name is Jason, you can call him 'Ben'."

"When did it really become my English name?" Baguoxia muttered.

Hannibal studied the two of them unfathomably, as if trying to determine if they were serious.

Finally, he opened the door and said briskly: "How can I have the heart to refuse people who really need help? I'm planning to prepare some meals, are you hungry?"

Bei Guoxia sat at the dining table and habitually opened the laptop.

Hannibal looked at him, eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, can't you?" Noticing the look in his eyes, Bei Guoxia was a little timid.

"It's his bad habit, he doesn't know what to do without a computer," Jason explained.

In the past few days, the three of them have been used to Bei Guoxia turning on the computer at any time, lost in thought and typing frantically in front of the screen, and it doesn't feel awkward.

"I think he must love it." Hannibal brought them two glasses of wine.

Jason looked at the living room, the huge dining table, the ornate crystal chandelier, and the bookshelves.

"Can I read those books?" he asked.

"Please feel free." Hannibal returned to the kitchen.

Jason stood up and walked to the bookshelves.

Bei Guoxia refreshed the forum, but there was still no comment.

"You know what? System, I think there may be something wrong with my writing." He thought.

System: "I think your text itself is a big problem."

Bei Guoxia thought: "I especially don't know how to describe other people's appearance."

To prove this, he opened a blank document and filled in:

Hannibal has soft tawny hair...

System: "Farewell."

System: "You can write wrong face to face, are you color blind?"

"What color is that? I don't think it's black..." Bei Guoxia only politely expressed her troubles, and continued to write:

...automatically without wind.Deep eye sockets, prominent browbones.Under the sunlight, he raised his head at a 45-degree angle, his side face was glowing, and there seemed to be light pink petals floating behind him...

System: "What brand of filter is this?"

"This is art." Baguoxia corrected, "And I can only describe this kind of art."

At this time, Hannibal at the kitchen counter looked at the petals on the ingredients and washed them off.

"You mean," the system asked, "everyone you write like this?"

"Correct."

System: "Fuck, no wonder you haven't written about the looks of Joker or Batman until now!"

I always feel something is missing.

Bei Guoxia pondered for a long time, suddenly realized, and continued to describe:

He was quietly busy in the kitchen, with an elegant figure accompanied by a beautiful "cover——

He stopped abruptly.

"How risky," he thought, "almost used a Chinese song."

The system has been sluggish, and asked: "What?"

"Hannibal is a foreigner. If the background song is made in Chinese, it will make readers feel very entertained."

System: "I feel really good right now!"

"The characters come on stage with their own speakers, which will leave a deep impression on people. Have you seen Huang Feihong?"

System: "Relying on "The Horse Lever" to make a strong impression?"

Baguo Xia: "Don't you think he is particularly unsuitable for this song?"

"special."

"That's right, create a 'contrast cuteness'."

System: "...you definitely have a misunderstanding!"

When Hannibal walked out of the kitchen with two plates in his hand, "You Feel It" sounded with precision.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 one-way street;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: look!20 bottles of a big frog; 19 bottles of one-way street; 7 bottles of unknown;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!Refill~