Saturday was cloudy, it just rained in the middle of the night yesterday, the air was full of damp water vapor, and there were still a few puddles on the ground.

Lula sat obediently at the dining table and ate his brother's sandwiches fried in a newly bought double-sided pan, and stared at the vegetable juice that Randall forced to her, wondering if it was because of a brain cramp, and said this It is more nutritious, so she must drink it.

The little girl stretched her neck to look at Randall who was sitting on the sofa on the phone, then quietly grabbed the glass, trying to pour all the vegetable juice into the sewer.

The person whose back is facing Lula now seems to have eyes on his back, and he can find time to say to her during the phone call: "Don't think about throwing it away, I cut up the vegetables all morning, you have to finish it. "

Lula shrank her shoulders and put the cup back to its original position.

"It should be in the last few days... Well, I have paid attention to the air tickets...Okay, goodbye, professor." Randall breathed a sigh of relief.

After a long absence, he called Professor Xavier and briefly talked about his current situation. The professor said that he could go back anytime, and that Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys welcomes him at any time.

Randall turned his head to look at Lula. The little girl was still struggling with vegetable juice. Although she said she was not picky about what she ate, she was still not sensitive to things that were too unique in taste and beyond dark cuisine.

"Drink it obediently, and we'll go out to eat pizza at noon." Randall said to Lula. He had contacted Dr. Hannibal in advance and decided to take Lula for a checkup in the afternoon.

Lula struggled with high-calorie food and high-fiber liquid for a while, frowned and pinched her nose, and drank the vegetable juice in one gulp. After drinking, with a bitter face, she threw the cup into the sink, and ran to Looking for candy at the coffee table.

It's not that bad, is it?Randall thought to himself that he himself is not used to things that are too sweet, and this kind of thing with a little bit of bitter taste is not unpleasant to drink.

Randall was lying on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, and the robot vacuum was working slowly on the ground. After Lula finished her homework, she began to pick out clothes in her room—she liked to dress herself up before going out, and she had a good aesthetic, Lan Del has thought about sending Lula to study design if she wants to.

Randall was responding to Dick's message when Atum sent the picture.

Detective Grayson is working overtime today. Due to pressure from high-ranking officials, they all have to work overtime to investigate, but the other party not only let the police track down, but also spent money to let the gangsters find people together. Dick complained that the police had to deal with a few local snakes Exchange information, and say that I want to go home and sleep, and I want to eat that new donut shop.

Randall was not called to help, and he couldn't help much at the moment, at most he went to do odd jobs, so he comforted Dick that he would bring donuts to see him when he was free.

The social animal poured coffee on the other side of the screen, suspecting that if this continues, he and Tibao's dark circles can be played again and again, no matter how handsome the face is, it can't bear this kind of staying up all night.

Atum, Randall's royal photographer and post-production special effects retoucher, seems to be producing pictures faster than before. Randall originally expected to receive the finished picture next week. Unexpectedly, Atum today Mu was already done. He flipped through the pictures and found that there was no problem at all, so he readily transferred a sum of money to Atum, and the other party quickly replied: Muse, when is the next shooting?I can't wait to do another set for you!

Randall calculated the time, and there were quite a few brand owners looking for him recently, but he couldn't find time, so he could only push back the time and tell Atum that he was not free at the moment.

He selected a part and posted it on Twitter. After Aite finished the brand business, he turned off his phone and took Lula out to eat pizza.

After eating, it happened to be one o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky became gloomy again, with thick dark clouds falling low in the sky, as if it was going to rain at any time.They hailed a taxi near Dr. Hannibal's house. The driver was unwilling to talk, and left him behind after collecting the money at the destination. He stepped on the accelerator and left at a fast speed.

It was a high-end residential area, and the distance between each bungalow was very wide, independent and not disturbing each other, the road was wide but there were few people.The chilly spring breeze and the humid water vapor rushed towards him, and Randall shivered, thinking that he should wear less clothes, right?

He counted the blocks and walked, building by building, until he was standing in front of Hannibal's house, a sense of wariness from nowhere taking over his brain.The surrounding area was very quiet, as if someone would be fined for speaking loudly, but the house in front of him was filled with a strange sense of tension, which made him sound the alarm all over his body, and he almost subconsciously pulled Lu towards himself. hide behind.

If you want to say what it feels like, it's like a horror house, and there are some weird things hidden in it that make people frightened.

Could it be that Dr. Hannibal still runs a haunted house in his own home and invites others to come and play?

Just when Randall was considering whether to knock on the door, Hannibal in that elegant suit had already opened the door.The doctor was stunned for a second, as if he didn't expect someone to be outside the door by such a coincidence, and then he smiled, "You guys just arrived? Come in."

Randall pursed his lips, held a smile, decided not to say anything, and went in to have a look first, but the hand in his pocket had already clicked on the quick call page of the phone.

"I just finished lunch and I haven't tidied up yet. Please sit down for a while."

Bach's "St. Matthew Passion" was playing in the room. The lyrics of the aria carried a religious and sacred tranquility. The air was filled with the burnt aroma of cooked food. Lula licked her lips and carefully pressed against Rand. Er sit down.

Hannibal put away the dishes on the dining table and put them in the sink to slowly rinse them with water. Although he seemed to be the only one living in his house, the table was long and wide, enough for seven or eight people.Hannibal's voice seems to have a bit of compassion and holiness under the background of the aria lyrics, "Is she your sister?"

Randall nodded.

"Don't be so formal." Hannibal washed two cups, poured hot black tea and placed them in front of them, "I once had a daughter who was older than her, but they have very similar eyes."

Hannibal sat down on the sofa next to them, "Lula? Is that what your name is, or is it your brother's nickname for you?"

Lula hid back, leaned tightly into Randall's arms, and didn't speak.

"Lula Mestas, that's her name." Randall said softly, the name 'Lula' was written crookedly by the little girl with a pen in her hand. No one knew what her last name was. She used to The orphanage I stayed in was burned down because of a fire, and there was no information left. When Randall adopted her, he finally chose to use his surname, which meant that although there was no relationship between them. Blood relationship, but they are still the closest people in this world.

"Mind if we go inside and chat for a while?" Hannibal glanced at Randall, "Every patient needs to protect their own privacy."

Randall stared at Hannibal for a while, although the house was very strange, but Hannibal did not give him that kind of creepy feeling, he said slowly: "Yes, but Lula can't Willing to talk, you may have some problems communicating."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to solve, isn't it?" Hannibal smiled, "Please, little princess."

The mahogany lacquered door was closed in front of him, and Randall was sitting on the sofa. He could still feel the emotions of Lula and Dr. Hannibal in this area, and he could react at any time if there was any problem.

After that, there was a long wait. He didn't touch the black tea on the table, and "The Passion of Matthew" was still playing, and the bass sang:

Now I gladly/accept the cross and the cup/drink the cup like Jesus did.

His tongue/flowing with milk and honey/makes all the pain/of the earth/and among men sweet in a moment.

Randall looked around. The design of this house is retro and luxurious. It can be seen that the owner of the room has good taste, but there are few traces of people living in it. It is like a boutique house shown by the sales office. Same.After observing for a while, he lost interest, turned on his phone, and casually watched the gossip news in major cities for a while, such as New York's Iron Man Tony Stark kissing an unknown person at a banquet! ——Randall looked at it carefully, it was completely pretentious nonsense, always talking nonsense, be careful to be acquired by Stark Industries; and the charity dinner attended by Gotham's Bruce Wayne was attacked by clowns and other criminals , Batman came to the rescue, but the clown still escaped - Gotham is really dangerous, Randall has a wonderful premonition that he may have to go to Gotham this year.

And the tweet he sent in the morning has already received many replies. Randall, who has been live broadcasting for a few days, flipped through the comments and said, "Wow wow wow I'm dead, my wife is so beautiful, this is what I can see for free I saw a very different style in the comments: you wear too little!Isn't it good to send it out like this?

less?Randall stroked his chin and went back to look at the picture.

The close-fitting dark purple long skirt exposed half of the shoulders, and the side of the long skirt was slit from the thigh. With the pace of walking, one could see the snow-white skin inside at a glance.

Not too little, right?Randall thought, no one shows more legs than bikinis. Is there anyone so conservative in the 21st century?

Sure enough, many people responded to him at the bottom of that comment, and the blogger replied aggrievedly with a few 'I'm just afraid he's cold', which was quickly overwhelmed.

Randall laughed and wrote under that comment: Thank you for your concern, I will wear more next time.

On the other hand, Dick, who was taking advantage of his lunch break to relax for a while in BCPD, pinched his phone in disbelief, and the netizens who responded to him under his comments were not in a good tone, which made him very at a loss: Is it still possible to remind others to wear more these days? problem?Besides, Landa is underage, how dangerous it is to post this kind of photo on the Internet, it is very likely to be followed and attacked by people with bad intentions-although he also saved the picture, but this is not a man's virtue!

Boys must protect themselves outside!

The author has something to say: Dick: The big silent incident! ! !

sorry!The past two days have been too busy, overwhelmed by homework, and now my mind is full of light, shadow, composition and color, and it is also a day of coffee to continue my life. Good night friends, I wish you sweet dreams!

Boss Bobo! ! !

感谢在2021-04-2223:58:12~2021-04-2600:21:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: You Ning 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Youning; 1 bottle of Lululu on the shore;

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

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