Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

I must be very cute.

When he woke up and saw the white plastic ceiling as usual, Lowes confirmed his guess again.

You must know that the ugly self in the black robe and scythe wanted to kill Rogers immediately.But blond hair, blue eyes, weak Chirp, and too many cute elements, he kept Rogers alive for so long.

It is not known how long Rogers will keep himself.

His life wasn't that interesting after all.

"I see a lot of the dates on the milk cans have expired." Rogers floated over, worried, "kid, you have to eat the one in the red-haired lady's hand. Red hair, you know? Do you know what red is? "

Lowes... Rogers is really simple.

Lowes twisted his little neck, and it was tiring to turn his head.

He saw the red hair, coiled like weeds high above the head of the fat, cushion-shaped lady.

He snorted, scratched at the red, and giggled.

The nurse holding the bottle in his hand saw the child he favored in a blink of an eye, his slit eyes lit up, "I'll take care of the one with a little problem."

There was another woman who entered the room with ten cradles with her.High cheekbones, dark brown hair, tall and thin, always very unhappy, "Yeah."

There are two divisions of labor, one for five.One more is not acceptable, one less is too good.

Lowes was picked up and stuffed into a pile of soft flesh, with a pacifier in his mouth.The red-haired lady shook her legs lightly and touched Lowes' arm, her small eyes flickered.

Rogers floated in front of the suckling Lowes, looked at the red-haired lady, and frowned unconsciously.

Lowes sucked hard, his eyes fixed on Rogers' chest.Not knowing if he was stared at, Rogers finally stopped looking at the red-haired lady.

He looked down at his chest, then looked at Lowes, "...I didn't."

Lowes suckled ferociously.

Rogers...

The red-haired lady flushed, lifted Louas's hand between his ass and her stomach, and breathed heavily.

Rogers stared.

Lowes managed to finish his first of three sucks with all his strength, and then began to push.

The red-haired lady smiled, her voice panting.

Rogers showed an unbelievable expression, and immediately forgot that he couldn't touch the real thing, and rushed forward.

Lowes narrowed his eyes comfortably, and a stench pervaded the air.

"**!" The red-haired lady obviously smelled the 'fragrance', stood up abruptly, and pushed Louas out angrily.

Finally, his sanity was still alive, and he didn't directly throw Lowes to the ground, but just threw him into the cradle.

Lowes frowned, then let go, shaking his head.He grinned at an angry Rogers.Rogers forced a smile back, his eyes full of worry.

Rogers looked at the woman frantically shaking her hands in disgust where the camera couldn't see, with a cold expression.

This looks really like a god of death who will take his life.

"I told you, don't pick up the baby to breastfeed." The tall and thin woman glanced at it, showing a mocking smile, and didn't intend to make a break. "Only you like to hold these born bad seeds."

The flesh on the red-haired lady's face twitched, and she gave a condescending smile, "Don't say that, Maria, they are all children."

Lowes pouted.

People with evil deeds and looks are actually not too dangerous, but those who 'look' very safe are the ones who are dangerous.

Rogers clenched his fists.

Lowes yawned.

"I'm going to get a diaper." The fat lady walked out awkwardly with her hands on one side.

Rogers floated beside Lowes' cradle, and said solemnly: "You can't stay here."

Lowes blinked his eyes, unable to sleep because of the smell.He was thinking about whether to get the nurse.

Although it is an old acquaintance.But, day by day, who is to blame for making Rogers go wrong?

Actually, Ms. Turner, um, the redhead is pretty good.At the very least, she will provide herself with non-smelling milk powder and replace the smelly diapers.

The small amount of energy began to be directed by the brain to gather in the stomach, and Lowes recalled the latest date in a daze.

Then suddenly, he regained his energy.

December 1986?How many days until Christmas? ?

Eat, eat, sleep, and sleep, and the brain capacity is not enough, so I didn't calculate the time.Tsk.

Lowes was refreshed for a moment, then sleepy again.

Forget it, Rogers will definitely report at Christmas anyway.Maybe, he will happily count down to himself.

As expected, the time was right, and on the 20th, Rogers began the countdown.He doesn't know what Christmas is, but just knowing the holidays makes him like it.

In fact, it's a little pitiful.Stay here with me to the death or not.Facing those disgusting faces and all kinds of weird bastards every day, how aggrieved.

He was not floating around Lowes for a long time every day, although he didn't know what he was messing with, but he could probably guess it.

There is a high probability that they are negligently following Ms. Turner, scratching their heads and wanting to do something.

Being alone is boring, does he know that?

If Lowes is in a bad mood, then someone will be unlucky.

Lowes unconsciously gnawed on his own foot while thinking, and this was what Rogers saw when he floated in.

Both of them froze for a moment.Lowes pulled his foot out of his mouth as if nothing had happened.

Rogers laughed, "kid, you are so cute." He floated closer, bent over and reached out to tease Lowes, "Sometimes I dare not talk to you, you look..." Not ordinary.

Rogers swallowed the unfinished words, and scratched his head, "On the 25th, your mother was asked to carry you around outside. She has a visitor."

Lowes narrowed his eyes slightly and came.

During the two days from the 24th to the 25th, even the prison was filled with a festive atmosphere.

Prisoners are allowed to watch more than normal hours of TV and have parties on this day.The fruit in the cafeteria is much less rotten. The children in the 'nursery' made an exception and got five feedings.

Lowes is hugged by the red-haired lady, the prison guard on the left, and Rogers on the right.

These days, whenever Redhead gets close, he's like a tense police dog.

Once or twice, still rare.If there were too many, Lowes would be upset.

He nestled quietly in the pile of meat, sniffing a strange fragrance, and glanced at her chest.The foot was raised, but it couldn't be stuffed into the mouth.

"Oh, my dear baby~" The French accent sounded in English, and a woman laughed sweetly twice.There was a sound of the chain shaking, and a pair of slender hands took Lowes over.

Lowes' eyes were dull, and he stuffed his fingers into his mouth.

his biological mother.A senior prostitute|son.Murdered 23 men across states, all of whom were powerful and wealthy.The crime lasted for 6 years.

Arrested on the Connecticut border in March 1986.

Rogers' face stiffened.

"You did a good job for mom, didn't you?" A woman with a slapped face, blue eyes, and dark hair was charming enough without makeup.

She bowed her head and whispered in Lowes' ear, "You're going to be a monster, erth."

Lowes shook his leg.

"This child is quite like you." A gentle baritone sounded, and someone opened the door of the reception room and walked in.

"Yes." The woman raised her face and hugged Lowes casually, "He looks very much like me."

"But he is more like a father, I guess." The visitor has solemn eyebrows and eyes, which seem to be able to see through the soul of a person.

"Gideon," the woman leaned in, resting her chin on her hand, "are you jealous?"

The man smiled.

Lowes yawned.

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