Do you want to eat Amway? [Comprehensive British and American]

Carl nodded politely to the man, stepped aside for a little distance, and was about to leave, as if he had forgotten something in the store.

"We seemed to have met just now, didn't we?" The man did not leave abnormally, but struck up a conversation with a smile, his voice was very gentle and kind.

The man raised his head, revealing a pair of calm gray-blue eyes under the hat. His appearance was also very upright and peaceful, with some brown hair showing from the side of the hat. He was probably only in his 30s. He was wearing a dark green coat and leather shoes. The shape is tightly covered.Standing where he was, he stared at Carl with a slight smile.

If Carl hadn't received the system prompt in advance, anyone would think that he is a very harmless and good man based on his first impression of this man, making people let down their guard unconsciously.

Carl's expression softened a lot, but he silently raised his vigilance in his heart. He pretended to think about it: "Ah... yes, it was you just now? What a coincidence."

"Did you forget something too?" the man asked gently.

"That's right, I bought a Rubik's Cube for my younger brother. The injury is still not healed. I'm confused. I paid the money and left. I forgot to take the things." Carl raised his hand to touch the wound on his head, showing a self-deprecating smile.

It just so happens that the Rubik's Cube can be used as an excuse now.

"Ah...that's it." The man nodded knowingly, thought for a while, then his expression became a little shy, and he asked in a lower voice, "If you don't mind, can I go with you?"

"Huh?" Carl was a little dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird to strike up a conversation like this suddenly." The man seemed to think that Carl's expression was guarding against strangers. He took off his hat, his gray-blue eyes were full of kindness and a little embarrassment, and said sincerely to Carl , "...I am an artist, your eyes are very beautiful, which attracts me."

"Eyes...?" Carl was a little confused, so he had to follow the man's words first, "Are you not in a hurry? You also turned back suddenly."

"That can be done later, I have more important things to do now." The man shook his head and introduced himself with a smile, "My name is Evan Watkins...you can find my experience and exhibitions from the Internet, But I'm a relatively unknown artist. Your eye color is really unique, didn't anyone tell you?"

"Light brown color, when the light changes, it has a wonderful texture, like tea soup separated from tea water, the top layer is clean and pure, as beautiful as mist, transparent, clear... the bottom layer is like a gemstone condensed into a solid , with a feeling I've never seen before... your eyes are very unique."

When it comes to the eyes, the man hardly hides the love and admiration in his eyes.His expression was no longer as rigid as before, but completely relaxed, with a high spirit.This is probably what happens when people talk about their profession or their favorite things.

"Well...Mr. Watkins, you can also call me Wood." Carl had to admit that after the man's phone call, he felt a little less guarded and almost doubted his own judgment.

If it weren't for this man wearing a dark green coat... How could such a gentle and shy person who focused on his hobbies look like a murderer?

In other words, did he make a wrong judgment on the mission introduction just now?

——But Karl knew in his heart that striking up a conversation with him at this time just proved that this man was suspicious.But this man gave him a very good feeling. Carl didn't want to judge this man as a murderer from the bottom of his heart.

"You want to be with me, do you want to observe for a while?" Carl asked calmly, "I'm fine. If you want to take pictures, as long as you don't leave my appearance on the photos, it's fine."

"No, no, no." Evan immediately shook his head and refused, "How can you take a photo? Such beautiful eyes cannot be desecrated by photos, and they can only be worthy of them if you draw them yourself. If you don't mind... I can go home and pick them up Tool, it won’t take you for a few minutes! It doesn’t matter even if it’s painting on the street, I have no malice.”

He explained sincerely, as if Carl had even considered this point, and then stared at Carl helplessly, as if he was about to rush home to get the painting tools regardless of his appearance, just waiting for Carl's consent. He looked very enthusiastic, but Not annoying.

"Then... I'll go get the Rubik's Cube first, and we'll meet at the door of that store when we get back? Is your home far away?" Carl asked hesitantly.

Now he really can't figure out whether the man is malicious or not.

"It's very close. I'll be back in a few minutes. Is it in front of that toy store? Wait a minute." The man smiled sincerely and gently at Carl, put on his hat again, his voice sank, and his expression changed. Seriously, strode away and ran away.

That way, it seemed that it was really just to draw Karl's eyes, as if he was afraid that Karl would leave halfway, and he had no objection to meeting on the street.

"I don't understand the situation at all." Carl frowned in confusion, so he had no choice but to walk along the road to the toy store in the direction he came, and click on the task page to look.

Under the original handwriting, "Exploration progress 0%" is still hanging brightly, which means that Karl has not made any progress.

"Could it be that I've found the wrong person..." He thought suspiciously, and decided to focus on two tasks, throwing his consciousness body into the custody room while walking.

"Father!" Little Sol yelled out loud. His face was covered with sweat, and he was still practicing swinging the hammer tirelessly.

"Dad." Hela, who was holding her arms next to her, pursed her lips and called out in a low voice. Her face looked indifferent, but her green eyes looked at Carl without blinking. .

"Take a break when you're tired." Carl took a piece of paper from the table, knelt down and wiped little Sol's sweat, then stroked Hela's long, soft hair carefully, and rubbed her hair top.

Sure enough, the girl looked like a resisting and arrogant big sister, but she lowered her eyes like a dozing cat, silently acquiescing to Carl's actions.

Tsundere!

Karl identified the attributes of little Hella in an instant.

"Dad! My book?" Across the long living room, in the boy's bedroom, little Tony stood up wrapped in a quilt, raised his voice expectantly, and asked in a milky voice.

"Uh..." Carl was a little embarrassed when he heard this, "something happened, Tony, I'll leave the phone to you, you can search for textbooks on the Internet first, and if you don't know it, ask Steve."

He scratched his cheek and stood up: "I want to say... I have something to do today, and I may come back later."

Carl's words stopped abruptly.

His consciousness returned to his body from the care room in an instant, and he felt a slight pain on the side of his neck. Karl turned his head in shock, and found that if he hadn't been too strong in physical fitness, what he felt should not be a slight pain.

——The man in the dark green overcoat hangs his head, holding a long stick in his hand.This is the weapon used to attack Karl.

Without hesitation, Carl threw himself forward and fell to the ground softly, and performed the first thing he had done since time travel—closing his eyes and pretending to be dizzy.

Relying on his physical fitness, Karl was not really worried about his situation, but he was very shocked because of the look he had just turned around.

Unexpectedly... that person is actually Evan!

"Father!" Little Sol and little Hella also screamed in the care room at the moment Carl fell to the ground, so frightened that little Steve in the bathroom hurriedly poked his head out, looking at the door of the care room in horror outside reality.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Carl had to regain his consciousness in the care room, and comfort the cubs first, "This is a strategy, I'm going to find out what he wants to do."

After all, what this task requires is that Karl and the cubs explore together, and he will release all the cubs when necessary.

In reality, there was the sound of a long stick falling to the ground, and then a pair of strong hands helped Karl up. Something was poured on him, and a strong smell of alcohol came. The man carefully supported Karl, his movements were gentle and skillful. She took him back to the car parked outside the alley.

There was a rustling sound, and Carl fell down on the back seat of the car. With his eyes closed, he felt that the man tied his hands behind his back with a rope, and then his ankles. The man tied his hands very quickly.

Carl's heart skipped a beat.

Watkins seemed anxious. Is there something urgent?Or……

"Are you awake? Open your eyes, Mr. Wood." A gentle and deep familiar voice sounded, the man's subwoofer was still so charming, polite and kind, but this time, Carl already knew his true face.

"..."

He opened his eyes and looked at Evan Watkins without saying a word.

The man who said a few minutes ago that he wanted to go home to pick up his painting tools came back again, with a hat on his head and a friendly smile, but his gray-blue eyes had become colder, revealing a bit of trepidation .

"Why did you..." Carl wanted to say, "Why did you do this? Do I have any grudges with you?"

"No, Mr. Wood, relax, don't think too much." The man was still speaking very politely. He bent down, stared intently into Carl's eyes, and sighed, "I just... I like your eyes so much. I think more Draw a few pictures, so please come to my house for a few days."

"You..." Carl seemed to understand how Watkins committed crimes in the past, and continued to pretend to be shocked and flustered, "Did you do this before? Or is it just me? Why are there artists like you?"

"You guys are so easy to deceive." The man straightened up, closed the rear door, returned to the driver's seat, looked at Carl with a smile through the rearview mirror, started the car and was about to leave.

"...The voice is nice, the appearance is good-looking, and the smile is harmless. Isn't this the standard for you to judge the other party as a good person? It is you who are not defensive. In other respects, I am just telling the truth."

"..." Karl was speechless.

When he first heard the man's voice, he really felt for a moment that a person with such a gentle and pleasant voice should not be a bad person.

But the fact is, this is not a criterion at all.

The author has something to say: this article will be entered into v on the 23rd, please don’t get fat by then, okay?What kind of data the folder can have depends on the subscription of these two days~

In the words of an article I was chasing at a certain point next door-I really can’t wait to go to the street and get a few young ladies to subscribe to me! (Er, that's why Carl has this experience?)