Ex-boyfriends are gods

To be honest, the condition of the house is pretty bad.Dim light, even after cleaning, there are still forgotten dirt in the corners, damp to sticky and uncomfortable air, and the musty smell mixed in it, the unique fishy smell of cats and dogs, etc...

But Al and Dr. Doyle were smiling at the moment, as if the bad environment didn't affect them in any way.

After a moment of silence, Warwick, who was sitting cross-legged near the dog cage, scratched his neck, and said, "Mr. Al...I'm really glad that you can come and see me."

Al put his hands in his pockets, and he looked around without looking for signs.A food bowl was placed in each dog cage, and there were still some sticky food that could not be seen clearly.

Earlier, when Al and Dr. Doyle just sat down, the dog was still barking a lot.But at this moment, probably because Warwick was sitting next to the dog cage, the three dogs also crouched down quietly.

The big cat curled up, also quietly lying on Warwick's lap.It can be seen that the cats and dogs in this house are really dependent on and trust Warwick.

"There...some drink." The silence in the atmosphere made Warwick a little uncomfortable. He touched the big cat's head awkwardly, and then got up from the ground a little uncomfortably.Following his movements, the big cat also got up and followed at his feet.

Warwick looked a little nervous as he walked over to the table where the clutter was placed.Afterwards, he bent down and fumbled among a pile of sundries, and then slowly took out an iron box.

The outside of the box is a bit dirty, but after opening it, the inside is still very clean.

He found two more cups.

Al noticed that the iron box contained some cheap coffee powder.Warwick poured the coffee into the cup, and he was so nervous that his hands shook a little.

Too bad this performance sucks.

Warwick lowered his head, and even felt his back covered with sweat.He was both excited and extremely nervous now, because Mr. Al really came to his house as a guest.

But again, Warwick had another emotion he hadn't felt before - low self-esteem.

Even if he was unsophisticated, he knew how inappropriate it was to welcome the guests he was expecting in such a poor environment with poor drinks, and this knowledge made Warwick very uncomfortable.

"I'll go outside...to get some hot water." Warwick bent over and lowered his voice, as if a little ashamed.

Al wanted to stop the other party, and he could see that there was no such thing as a kitchen in Warwick's house, and there was no place to boil hot water or anything.Therefore, Al felt that there was no need to be so troublesome.

But Doctor Doyle on the side gently pulled off Al's sleeve, and Al glanced at him and said nothing.

Four and five minutes later, Warwick returned.

He came in cautiously, and put two overflowing cups of coffee into the hands of Dr. Al and Doyle.

"Thank you." Al smiled and took the cup, taking a sip carefully.The taste was not as bad as expected. Of course, neither Al nor Dr. Doyle would express it.

After drinking a small cup, Dr. Doyle said with a smile: "Warwick, you haven't come to my place for a long time. I'm very happy for you, which means that you are gradually getting used to interacting with other people normally, which is very good.

After a while, I can find you a job and provide you with a new place to live.Although it is not a very good place, Simon Street is too messy here.When you have enough money in the future, you can make up for my rent. "

"Thank you." Warwick replied stiffly.

"By the way, last time you had a bad quarrel with Mullen, how are you doing now?" Dr. Doyle said casually, as if chatting.

Al picked up the glass again.

Warwick sat cross-legged on the ground, his tall frame looking a little stooped at the moment.Put the fingers of both hands on the thighs, and twist them casually from time to time.

"Ah? Mullen?" Warwick seemed to be distracted just now. After repeating the name, he lightly pursed his lower lip. "We're not good, and we probably won't see each other again in the future."

"why?"

Warwick looked at Dr. Doyle in confusion, "Mr. Doyle, you told me that he didn't really want to be my friend, so I don't want to meet and chat with him anymore..."

Warwick paused for a moment, and then turned into a bit of excitement, "I can just chat with Mr. Al now, he is a good man."

Al frowned uncomfortably.

"Warwick," Al said suddenly.

Warwick put his eyes on Al, "Mr. Al?" His eyes were burning, and he seemed to be flattering.

Al hesitated for a moment, but said slowly: "You know, Marlon is dead. His bones were decomposed by the murderer, and his overalls were found at the garbage dump, and the police department just confirmed it."

During this process, Al stared directly at Warwick without evasion, his lake blue eyes were like a beautiful blue sky, reflecting all the images.

Warwick marveled at the beauty of Mr. Al's eyes, but he couldn't find the right words to describe his lack of language.Therefore, he could only express admiration without hesitation, warmly and straightforwardly.

But at the same time, he evaded slightly.

Warwick lacks a lot of common sense, but some innate emotions can still make him aware of subtle inappropriateness.In particular, he seems to have animal instincts, keen and alert.

Some things cannot be said, and Mr. Al disagrees.

The thought came to Warwick strangely and quickly.

"No...don't know, I haven't seen him for a long time." Warwick lowered his head, regained his interest in the big cat squatting beside him, and began to tease it.

"Really? Warwick, do you know about the recent disappearing persons case?"

"No...Mr. Al, I don't understand these things very well."

Doctor Doyle laughed and said, "The troubles have been serious recently. You know the law and order on Simon Street. Warwick, you should pay attention to your safety during the recent period. By the way, how is your pen pal getting along recently?"

Warwick lifted the big cat onto his lap, and the cat lay down on it.

"Very well, Mr. Pen Pal taught me a lot."

Al got up a little, and he walked to the table near the door.There are some letter papers on it, and a dilapidated dictionary is pressed on it.

"Warwick, you are doing well. You also need to know some words when you are constantly exposed to the outside world." Doctor Doyle encouraged him.

When he began to treat Warwick and gradually gained Warwick's trust, Dr. Doyle was also teaching him some simple letters and words... Words can enlighten people and make Warwick better integrate into the world. society.

Despite his size, Warwick was actually reserved and shy.In addition, his brain is not stupid, and under the premise of being willing to learn, his word recognition speed is not slow.

While Warwick chatted with Dr. Doyle, Al flipped through the messy papers.

Maybe it was rude, but Warwick didn't stop, instead, he occasionally looked at Al's fingers.Al's hand shape is not very good-looking, but holding the paintbrush for many years has made him slender and strong, with well-defined joints, which is also eye-catching, apart from some calluses.

Especially in this environment, everything about him is more attractive.

Al sorted all the letter papers and looked at the three dogs again.

These three dogs can't be said to be very strong, what, they are all somewhat disabled.And staying in the dark and damp basement for a long time, their hair is not very good, not only hair loss, but also some skin diseases.

When Al looked at them, the three dogs felt a strange sight almost immediately.They turned their heads and half-closed their eyes, revealing a unique ferocity.

Al didn't know how to describe it, but he had to say that it was probably the difference between a domestic dog and a wild dog that had hunted in the forest since childhood.The former is docile, while the latter is considered a predator.

It was a good thing they were caged, and Al had no doubt that without a cage, and in Warwick's absence, the three dogs would attack anyone but Warwick.

Al looked away.

But when he looked down at the table, among the messy items, he saw something with a yellow metallic color.Al fiddled with the thing, then slowly pulled it out.

A pocket watch is a pocket watch that seems to have a good value.

"Huh?" Doctor Doyle noticed something in Al's hand.

Al turned it over. The pocket watch was new and accurate.On the back of it, a name is engraved in curly script.However, the name was a little worn, and Al rubbed the lines with his fingertips, trying to identify it.

"Rother Smith..."

Rosser Smith, one of the missing persons.His parents, Mrs. and Mrs. Smith, once came to him with the idea of ​​using a dead horse as a living horse doctor, hoping that he could find Rosser.

The moment he read the name, Al put away the pocket watch, and at the same time quickly took it out of his pocket, and immediately took out the revolver/gun.

At the same instant, Warwick flung himself in the direction of the door.

Inside the room, the big cat let out a piercing meow, and the three dogs barked violently as if they had been thrown into boiling water.

"Stop!" Al yelled.

"Wait a minute, Al." Doyle rushed towards Al.

boom!

Warwick closed the iron gate.

Al thought that Warwick was going to run away, but he didn't expect that when Warwick ran to the door, he didn't run out, but chose to close the door in an instant.

Al suddenly thought of the danger probability of three points there.

"Get out of the way." He pushed Dr. Doyle away, and without hesitation, Al shot Warwick in the thigh.

boom! !

Gunshots rang out in the house, and the barking of dogs became more intense.

No matter how tall Warwick was, he was still a body of flesh and blood. The moment he was hit by a bullet in his thigh, he threw himself forward, and the smell of blood began to fill the air.

"No, Al..." Doctor Doyle on the side wanted to go forward to open the door, but after taking two steps, he felt his body shaking, as if he was a little out of strength.

Al subconsciously turned his head to look at Doctor Doyle, and then, Warwick's tall body rushed over.

"Mr. Al, I'm sorry..."

Al was hit by this, and his whole body suddenly felt as if someone had hit him with a hammer on the head, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears for a moment.

"you……."

thump.

Al saw Dr. Doyle fell to the ground, his eyes still seemed to be open, and he reached out to stop Warwick, but unfortunately he had no strength.

Warwick is desperately trying to grab the gun from Al, and Al knows his strength is running out.At the last moment when he couldn't hold on anymore, he fired again.

He heard Warwick cry out in pain before losing consciousness.