What happened to Isaac?

After returning from the United States, Xavier often fell into deep thought.

"No deal with the Americans?" Gordon asked.

Xavier shook his head: "I was thinking, if there is a World War II in [-], domestic factories will definitely be affected. My source of income is mainly in the colonies, so should I reduce the scale in advance and stop losses? But there are so many When workers are laid off, their income will be cut off, and once a war breaks out, there will be no way out."

"What are you worried about? You can make your own profit," Gordon said. "It's just a human being. It's the same whether you treat him well or not. You'll die in a few decades, and you won't be remembered in your next life."

Xavier raised his eyebrows, hummed noncommittally, remained silent for a while, and suddenly talked about the good weather. After talking about the weather, he called Daisy to refill a cup of tea for each of them, and changed the subject without a trace.

"I want to ask you something. Well, I have a friend, a friend of this friend..." He died, but he didn't die.No, this sounds too philosophical, "I ran away from home. My friend has been thinking about a question recently, should I chase that person back?"

Gordon struck a match and lit his pipe, and smoked for a while: "Is he fine?"

"Not really."

"Oh, the world is impermanent. After all these years, a person has been living smoothly, but he will fall if he says he will fall."

Xavier sighed.

"Habits are a terrible thing, eh? If that's the case, I reckon you'd better go," said Gordon.

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

"Oh, slip of the tongue. Haha, I mean your friend better go."

The sun was sinking outside the window, and Xavier asked Gordon to have dinner together. Daisy's soft and creamy macaroni is a special dish. When she served it on the table, Gordon praised that it smelled delicious, and Daisy smiled. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, his complexion suddenly changed, he responded vaguely, and hurried back to the kitchen.

It suddenly occurred to Xavier that Isaac liked this.

Forgot to take medicine today, Xavier was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, tossing and turning in bed, and did not feel sleepy until dawn.But the next day was Sunday, and I didn't close my eyes for an hour, and I had to get up and wash again.

After the church service, he stopped by to visit Li Qiming. Asian men are relatively vague in age, but he seemed to have aged instantly after the funeral.

"I always think about the past. If I had known it would be so early..." Li Qiming raised his eyes to look at Xavier when he spoke, "Langdon, cherish the person in front of you."

Xavier nodded thoughtfully, but the answer still didn't make him up.After another day of contemplation at home, Xavier went to see Jealousy.

"I just want to ask," said Jealousy, "is your friend really yourself?"

Xavier was silent.

"I really wanted to help you," she said, "but you came too late. Isaac threatened me."

"Is there anyone else capable of threatening jealousy?"

"He said if I told you exactly where he was, I'd coax my girlfriend away."

"What? Wait," Xavier frowned, "Aren't you and her...?"

"Your succubus, strictly speaking, is also a female."

"Mother." Xavier repeated blankly.

"Hmm." Jealousy took out a newspaper from the newspaper box and flipped it open.

"Specially invited the well-known HR Mephisto to comment on the excellent employee Faust..." Xavier read.

"No, it's the next page." Jealousy corrected, and pointed to him:

Hell Weekly - Clay Fantasy Column

"What's a clay sculpture?" Xavier asked.

"It's not important, just watch."

So Xavier continued to look down, and there was a bold subtitle under the title of the column: Announcement of the results of the 1921 Young Mother Finals in the Spring of [-].

This entire page is full of pictures and texts. The first one is a photo of Isaac, with 2 more votes than No.233. Below the photo are many selection texts written by different anonymous demons. Birth", "Big Dog", "Melancholic Slut", "Killed Three Scumbags", "This Succubus Is Super Powerful But Too Disturbed"... What's more, I even wrote some vulgar words Obscene short essays, what about standing on the street, what sex, what skipping class with classmates to go whoring and ended up going whoring to his stepmother Isaac, looking at these unsightly words, Xavier's facial features slowly gathered around the tip of his nose.

"It's a female star." Jealousy said while eating melon while holding the fruit plate.

Xavier asked weakly, "What the hell are you demons doing all day long?"

Jealousy chuckled: "I don't know about others, I just want to live in peace, so I can't take this risk to help you. However, he has been in East London recently, and I saw him on the road when I set up a stall. The rest Figure it out for yourself, detective."

"Did you know that this is 1921, criminal investigation is not a climate, and most police or detectives decide cases based on intuition."

"Then trust your intuition," Jealously touched the crystal ball, "I will give you an advice purely from the standpoint of an acquaintance, find him as soon as possible."

"How fast is ASAP? Otherwise what happens?"

"I don't know. You certainly don't want that to happen, though."

All right.But why should I go to him every time?Xavier left sullenly.

**

Perhaps it was stimulated during the day, and Xavier had a terrible dream at night. He dreamed that the protagonists who played with Isaac in the obscene articles in Hell Weekly all became himself.Isaac was led in by his father with a blurred face. Isaac lay on the bed, and Isaac raised his tail like a cat in heat——

dong dong.

Xavier was suddenly awakened by a strange noise.A pigeon sat outside the window and tapped its beak on the glass.

Xavier hurriedly got out of bed and picked it up. The mailbox on its foot had the mark of heaven, and the letter it sent was very brief, and the Evidence Office informed him to pick up the evidence.What evidence?He froze for a moment before he remembered that he should be talking about the dog tag that Isaac gave to Gordon the day he was released from prison.

Jesus, why at this time... He sat on the bed, lost in thought.

The throbbing in his heart has not subsided, and Xavier plans to take a bath to calm down.He went to the bathroom to put a tub of water, took off his clothes, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

What is there in the crotch?Semi-rigid, nearly 7 inches... Xavier looked down, blinking hesitantly—

In the spring of 1921, the angel of power, Langdon Xavier, was transformed into a man.

*7 inches is about 18cm

Magical Tintin added!

The rag branch was updated in Isaac's Not Well.