[Comprehensive British and American] After the citizens of Gotham have the system

Evelyn crossed her arms and looked at Jed, who was lying unconscious on the table, and then at Muffle, who was smoking a cigarette, "...haha."

The people next to him were a little unclear, so they only knew that Muffle wanted to force him and stayed with him. Seeing that Evelyn was looking bad, they simply dispersed one by one, pretending it was okay.

"Why don't you usually see you so positive." She choked out these words from her mouth.She was afraid that they would cause trouble, but she never thought that they were scaring people.

Jed was afraid that Muffer would get better and better, now it's all right, if you don't look down, Jed is no longer there.

"How do you say that?" Mafumitch looked at the ceiling, "Prevent trouble before it happens."

"..." Evelyn rubbed her forehead helplessly: "That's not necessary, Jed is fine."

"You said the same thing last time." Muffle shrugged, "He." He gestured to Jed, who had fainted, "It's okay for now."

"Why do you always remember what happened before? It's been so long. Of course Jed can do it." Evelyn was a little worried, because there were so many troubles just because of her birthday.Gail, Wendy, and Muffle are all aggressive as hell.

Come on, they didn't care about so much before.When she asked Wendy for information, she ignored her purpose-in fact, she felt that they all guessed that the bloody girl had something to do with her, but they didn't bother to mention it.

"Because it was a lesson learned before." Wendy counted the money for the drink and interjected, "Since he chose to be with you, he should accept everything from you."

"...Did you have a line with Hartigan?" Evelyn complained, holding one of Jed's hands - his face was pale.

She looked at him distressedly, "Is there any hangover soup, and someone will take him up to the second floor."

"Hangover soup, how could there be such a thing here." Muffle made a "cut" and helped Evelyn hold the other hand.Seeing that she was too low, I simply lifted Jed up and walked to the second floor.

He was tall by himself, standing up and carrying Jed made him look like a giant.

Sent to her bedroom, Evelyn quickly undressed him.Just about to help him take a bath, he found that Mu Fu was still standing there leisurely looking at the two of them.

"You...you don't want to watch me bathe him, do you?" Evelyn said helplessly.

"Kitty." Muffle's voice was serious, too serious for him.

"Ok?"

"Since he chose to be with you, he should accept everything from you."

Evelyn stopped trying to help Jed, and looked at Muffle: "What's wrong with you."

"I'm just telling you." After Ma Fu finished speaking, he turned his head and left.

What happened to them, three people who usually even wanted to sew their mouths shut when talking about other people's affairs suddenly said the same sentence to her.

This is not right.

Evelyn got up and wanted to catch up. Looking at Jed, whose face was pale, she hurried to the kitchen and asked for a hangover soup to drink down, bathed him with a blood line before continuing downstairs.

And it's only past twelve o'clock now, so one can imagine how hard Muffle is drinking.

She looked at his peaceful face when he was asleep, kissed his forehead lightly, then turned and went downstairs.

Hartigan was still sitting there watching Nancy dancing, and she sat next to him: "Did you say anything to Wendy Muffle?"

"What's wrong."

"They told me what you just said."

"What?" Hartigan raised an eyebrow.

"Since he chose to be with you, he should accept everything from you."

As soon as Evelyn finished speaking, she saw Hartigan froze and said: "No problem, he should accept everything from you. We all know that you are not a girl who treats feelings casually. Since you have chosen to be together, you can You should treat each other honestly, and don’t leave unnecessary hidden dangers.”

"It's just that there is no need to scare him like this." Evelyn sighed, not agreeing with their approach.

"Evie, don't always try to hide yourself, time will let a person reveal it." Hartigan looked at Nancy and said slowly.

"I didn't hide myself, I just..." She was speechless for a while.

"I don't think he needs to know."

"Ah."

"Concealment is sometimes a trivial matter, but sometimes it will bring infinite hidden dangers." Hartigan took a puff of smoke, "They just don't want you to repeat the same mistakes."

"Repeat the same mistakes?" Evelyn was a little confused, "Why repeat the same mistakes, and what mistakes."

Hartigan stopped the cigarette in his hand, thought for a while and didn't speak.

Evelyn was a little upset by his appearance, and a little flustered, "What's wrong with you? Hesitating is not like you."

Hatti Gan paused, "Darren Walter."

When Evelyn heard the name, she was in a daze for a moment, and then she reacted dumbfoundedly, "It doesn't matter to us, what happened to you and Muffle, why do you still remember him. Muffle is also, every time he mentions it, he reacts It's all intense."

Darren Walter, her first love, was long past her.

"Darren Walter," Hartigan murmured.

Seeing his appearance, Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, "Hatigan? What's wrong?"

"It's okay." He frowned and rubbed his head.

"You have a headache?" She suddenly felt bad.

"A little dizzy, ahem." He coughed suddenly.

Evelyn simply smoked his cigarette and extinguished it, "So don't smoke."

Just as the song was over, Nancy stepped off the stage and came over to pat Hartigan on the back, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, cough." Hartigan pressed the back of his head, "I accidentally choked."

Nancy was a little speechless, "How many times have I told you." She snatched his cigarette case, "You must quit smoking this time."

"I agree with this." Evelyn almost agreed with both hands, Hartigan, an old smoker, must take care of it.With that said, she left the seat for Nancy, walked to the bar, and said nonchalantly, "Wendy, do you remember Darren Walter?"

"Who is this?" Wendy shook her head, "Your mission object?"

"No." Evelyn smiled and stood up.

"What's wrong?" Wendy asked.

"It's nothing." Evelyn pretended to be relaxed.

Wendy stopped her just after walking a few steps: "Evie, that name doesn't sound like a nice person, you can stay away from him."

Evelyn nodded mechanically, returned to the bedroom, leaned against the bedroom door and exhaled slowly.

It's not right, it's absolutely not right.

Wendy's memory can be said to be the best among them, how could she forget her ex-boyfriend's name.Hartigan seemed to be a little vague about his name, and even she herself was a little dazed when she heard the name Hartiganti for the first time.

And now she wanted to think about the exact things that happened between herself and Darren Walter, but she couldn't remember them.

And nothing about them tonight is in line with their previous style of acting.Come to think of it, Muffle had been having an unusually strong opinion of her ex-boyfriend.

And that sentence is not in the style of Muffle and Wendy at all, how could they say such a literary thing.

Even if they wanted to help her, why did they repeat a sentence, why did they make her feel so weird.

It just doesn't look like them at all.

Evelyn suddenly felt creepy.

What happened to Darren Walter, what did he do, why did they forget him.

Suddenly there was a sound of "um...", probably because she entered the bedroom too loudly, which disturbed Jed, and he hummed twice in discomfort.

Evelyn dampened another hot towel to cover his sweaty brow.

After applying it, he sat on the ground beside the bed, curled up and hugged his knees, leaned against the bedside table, and buried his head.

Listening to Jed's heavy breathing because of drunkenness, she felt unprecedented fear.

If Darren Walter turns out to be a blur, what about Jed?

What's next for Jed?

She suddenly couldn't bear it, what would she do if all her closest people suffered some unknown harm?

The most frightening thing is that they seem to have experienced something.

There is no doubt that this has something to do with myself.

She... Did she bring harm to them?

Her arms felt moist in her trance, and she realized that her face was full of tears.

Darren Walter.

She chewed the name over and over between her lips and teeth.

What the hell happened to him.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small white thing under the bedside table, with a little black on it—it was a small corner of a burnt paper folded in half.

Suddenly, she pulled out the paper and unfolded it.

The handwriting inside is messy and full of Chinese characters. It looks like it was written to vent your emotions when you were in a very bad mood, and there are traces of tears on it.

She didn't care about the mention of Darren Walter's name in the middle, but was directly attracted by the sentence written in red pen at the end of the paper: [No one can accept what I have. 】

What made it hard for her to breathe was that it was her own handwriting.

However, she was not impressed.

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This chapter feels that the plot hint is obvious, akimbo!

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