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

That night, Abel came over as usual.

The old police officer announced something to Carl with relief, "Carl, the doctor said that you should go to check your body again tomorrow. If there is no abnormality, you can be discharged from the hospital."

"Discharged?" Carl raised his head suddenly, ignoring the bread he was eating, chewed and swallowed it hard, and repeated, "I can finally be discharged from the hospital?"

"That's right, you've had your stitches removed for so long, and the wound healed very well." Abel turned on the lamp above the bedside table while speaking, stood up and approached, and looked carefully at Carl's forehead, "It was decided You were discharged from the hospital in the past two days, and that kind of thing happened suddenly, which made you slow down in the hospital."

There was such a big gap in the forehead, and there were more than a dozen stitches, it was impossible not to leave a scar.But now the forehead of the brown-haired young man is smooth and smooth, without even a trace, as if he has not been injured at all.

"..." Abel stopped talking, and slowly frowned.

"Finally I can be discharged from the hospital. My injury actually healed a few days ago. It's boring to stay in the hospital all the time... I don't need to be checked. I'm definitely recovered, uncle." Carl turned his face guiltily and said.

He pressed the broken hair on his forehead unnaturally, blocking Abel's sight.After all, Karl's current physical abilities are beyond ordinary people, and the same is true for his resilience. He has no way to explain why there is no scar on his head.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Abel didn't insist, and took a few steps back and sat down on the chair again. "I'll go to the doctor to talk to you. You pack up your things tomorrow morning, and I'll take you home."

"You still have to go to work? I can go back by myself." Carl looked up at him in surprise.

"..."

Abel's expression became very subtle for a while, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak, but he still said quietly after a while, "This is a field trip. I just took you home while patrolling Violet Street to Tulip Street."

"..." Karl was also stunned, and then he realized it.

Terrible, little brother, is this a bus for private use?No, no... The United States actually approves of the private use of public vehicles. Should it be said that this is a private matter during working hours? ?

Abel finally patted Carl on the shoulder, didn't say much, and quickly changed the subject, "I saw you started drawing today?"

"Uh, yes." Carl realized that Abel was talking about a cartoon drawn by Steve Jr.

"The painting is quite good." Abel did not think deeply, and praised directly.

"There are still too few people who have seen it. I plan to upload more cartoons of Steve's novels recently." Carl shook his head when he thought of the main task of Steve Jr. .After all, I don’t have a referral channel.”

"Recommended channels..." Abel repeated in a murmur, his expression suddenly thoughtful.He came back to his senses, his expression became determined, and he assured Karl, "Leave this to me, and I will operate it."

"Operation?" Carl asked, sitting up straight from the bed in doubt.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a surprise." Abel waved his hand calmly.

"Okay." Carl picked up the bread dumbfounded, and continued to take a bite.He can see that Uncle Abel is good everywhere, but he always tries to surprise him.

Perhaps this is also Abel's way of racking his brains to make Karl happy?

The night passed.

Carl got up early, turned on the computer for the first time without waking up, but packed all the personal belongings in the ward into backpacks and bags, changed into the hospital gown, waited for Abel to pick him up, and then got into the police car to prepare go home.

"...Isn't this the way home?"

While on the road, Karl casually looked at the surrounding streets, but the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. He turned his head and looked at his uncle in the driver's seat.

"Of course it's the way home." Abel's expression didn't change, and he turned the steering wheel, "It's just—it's going back to our new home."

"New home??"

As the vehicle turned a corner, what appeared in front of the two of them was a community full of European-style architectural villas. There were many plants and flowers planted along the roadside. The place was very large, like an entire garden.Neat and pleasing to the eye, it looks classy.

"I sold the old house." Abel went around, backed the car into the garage behind the new home, turned off the engine, and turned his head to explain to Carl sincerely, "It's not safe there anymore. Because it takes a while to pick a house. Urgent—so I lowered the price and bought it with some of my savings. I haven't touched your dad's house."

"I've inquired. The security measures here are very good. I'll send you a number. If you encounter any problems, you can call them. There is a security team on standby at any time." Abel told him, "Definitely Remember it well."

"... Then the houses here must be very expensive?" This was Carl's first reaction.

Abel waved his hand casually, opened the car door and went down, "Go, go and have a look. Your room is still exactly the same as before, but there is an extra balcony here... I don't think there is a way to completely restore it to its original state."

"It's okay, it's good to have a new decoration, can I decorate my room?" Carl followed Abel through the garage to the door of the house, and said casually, looking around.

"Of course—" Abel seemed a little surprised, but he turned his head to look at Carl in surprise, and made a joke with his hands, "As long as you can. The toolbox and cutting machine are in the garage, the convenience store at the entrance of the painting area Yes, I will give you the funds for decoration, and you can do whatever you want.”

Only then did Carl realize that in American culture, many things are made by themselves, repairing cars, manufacturing, and the garage is their secret base, where many boys have witnessed many boys from ignorance slowly becoming like their parents Same.There are also many entrepreneurs who made their fortunes from a small garage before becoming the boss of a large company.

——But these, of course, do not include Hara Karl who has been emotionally unstable.

"You go to see the room first, and list everything you need to do. If you don't know, you can send me a text message—" Abel twisted his wrist and made a screwing motion, happily, "After all, your uncle also Likes to hang around in the garage and mess around. Now I'm going to hurry up and get back on duty."

As he spoke, he took big strides and hurriedly carried Carl's luggage to the bedroom before rushing out.

"Well, good." Carl also followed, standing at the door of his new bedroom, watching Abel's cheerful steps when he left, he was thoughtful.

...It seems that Abel was really happy when he suddenly made this request?

"I should find an opportunity to let Abel know that my condition has recovered." Carl murmured and made a decision, "But after that, what excuses do you use for not going to school?"

Since he couldn't think of it, he withdrew his thoughts and turned to look at the new bedroom he was going to live in in the future.

A large double bed with plain navy blue sheets and comforter.In front of the wall next to the door stood a large wooden wardrobe.There is a TV on the short TV cabinet at the end of the bed, and on the other side of the bed is a desk with a computer keyboard and earphones on it.The few rows of books on the bookshelf are about art and skating, and the rest of the empty space is filled with framed pictures.The family of three in the photo is Carl and his parents.

Further outside is the balcony.

A large empty easel is placed there, and the balcony is well-lit, which is a good place to draw.

"Is this the original Karl's room?" Karl murmured inexplicably, "It seems that there are not many personal characteristics at all. Is he also so disturbed in his own room?"

Karl couldn't answer this question anymore, so Karl no longer struggled, and happily called out all the cubs in a series of calls.

"This will be our home from now on!" He announced in a good mood, "Steve, you can paint on the balcony in the future, where the light is good. Uncle Abel promised me to decorate the room. Do you have any favorite suggestions? ?”

Carl couldn't keep the kids locked up in the nursery for the rest of their lives, they were already bored terribly.So Karl's room is also the room of the cubs. When you have to go out, you can get used to going out on the balcony. Fortunately, this is the first floor.The usual range of activities can be expanded.

"Great!" Steve cheered, and ran to the balcony to focus on the easel.

Sol pointed at the TV, his eyes lit up, and asked expectantly, "Dad, can I usually watch cartoons? If there is anything Loki can watch, he won't cry so much."

"Okay." Karl agreed decisively.

Suddenly there was another cheering boy.

Karl turned his expectant eyes to the remaining little Tony, Hela and Gu Yi.

"As long as I have an open place to practice magic, I can do it anywhere." The bald girl shook her head, her demeanor was indifferent, and she had no personal requirements.

"Can I take these apart? Dad!" Little Tony's eyes lit up, and he quickly stretched out his short, fat index finger, pointing at the TV and asked expectantly.

"You... You can take it apart if you want, but you must put it back in the original place." Carl hesitated for a while, turned his head and said sadly.

"Oh!!" The cute little Douding was so excited that he jumped up on the spot, and instantly turned into a crazy little Douding.

Then only Hela was left.

"I saw someone riding a motorcycle on the road just now—"

Hela pursed her lips in a rare way, suddenly a little embarrassed, her voice lowered, "What can I do for you, Dad? I want a motorcycle."

"Well..." Carl pondered, and then said, "It depends on what you know now, so I can know how you can help me."

Although the time we spent together was very short, Carl realized that little Hella had a strong self-esteem and a strong personality.She made a wish in this way, and Carl couldn't refute it by saying "you don't need to do anything for me".

"What would I do..." Xiao Haila murmured, stretching out a white hand.A green flame exuding a terrifying aura emerged from the palm of her hand. The girl raised her head and looked at Karl with a little expectation in her green eyes.

"Does the fire of death count? Although its power is still very weak, I can use one of its characteristics - I can help Dad melt ordinary materials. If you decorate the room, it should help?"

she asked uncertainly.

"...One of the characteristics? Hella, what was your flame originally for?" Karl seriously suspected that the fundamental function of the flame was actually even worse.

"It's the flame that harvests the souls of the dead." Speaking of this, little Hela regained her aura and proud expression, and said.

"I knew it." Carl patted his forehead lightly.

Hela is simply the goddess of death born for fighting, and she is also in charge of Asgard's underworld.Her ability is indeed very powerful.

"I can help, Hella, after I finish writing today's article, we will study your ability together, find a way to make money, and take you to buy a motorcycle when I save enough." Carl also agreed.

He saw the corners of the girl's lips in the green leather coat uncontrollably rising, showing a happy smile.

"By the way, Karl! I forgot to leave you some money, remember at noon—"

Suddenly, a figure hurriedly stepped through the open garage door.As soon as Abel turned a corner, he raised his head and was taking out his wallet while telling Carl, when he saw a bunch of children in Carl's bedroom——

The girl at the door seems to have flames in her hands? ?

Abel paused for a moment, silent "..."

Carl, who turned back in shock, "...?!"

The children were also so shocked that they stopped for a moment, and looked over timidly, "..."

Abel "..."

Carl "..."

"Ah." Hela realized that her flame had not been confiscated, her face changed slightly, and she immediately put down her hand silently.

The atmosphere of the scene that broke through this scene was very frozen for a while, no one moved first, and the cubs also subconsciously held their breath and froze timidly.

"Uncle... listen to me..."

Carl's mouth was dry, and he stopped here.He couldn't think of any reliable excuse to explain this scene.

Abel took a deep breath with a complex expression, tried to stay calm, and then walked into the bedroom, closed the curtains on the balcony, turned around and asked, "No one noticed?"

Karl and Little Hela shook their heads honestly.

"So..." Abel's expression became more tangled and struggling, his cheeks seemed to twist slightly, and he asked the next question,

"Carl, these children...are you abducted?"