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

The climate in the United States seems to be no different from that in the United Kingdom. At least Cole, who is wearing a full shirt, tie and trousers, still feels a chill on his back.

He stood not far from his mother with a heavy heart, listening to his mother comforting Aunt Mary constantly.That was my mother's best friend in dance class when she was a child, and it is her only good friend now.Their friendship has not been broken for so many years, and their relationship is deep, otherwise they would not rush over when they heard the bad news.

but uncle michelle

Cole looked up anxiously.

On the other side of the bench, a man whose half body was soaked in blood was holding a beautifully wrapped small gift box in his hands, his eyes were empty, and he fixed his face to this side, not knowing whether he was looking at Cole or Aunt Mary .

"Watch, Mary, I bought you the watch you mentioned earlier, why don't you open it and have a look?" The man seemed to be talking to himself, his complexion was strangely pale from that of a living person,

"Why why did he shoot me over a watch it hurts but ok I'm back."

"Mary, why don't you open it and take a look? Why didn't you answer my words?" The man holding the gift box began to pace slowly around the bench, trying to return the watch. He murmured and asked over and over again, Very confused.

"What are you looking at"

A sudden gentle voice interrupted Cole's thoughts. He suddenly turned around in shock and saw a very thin blond boy standing not far away. He was a little taller than Cole and should be older than Cole. big.The boy's blue eyes looked calm and kind to Cole, waiting patiently for his answer.

Cole made a brief assessment in his mind, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and muttered, "It's nothing, I'm looking at the bird on that tree."

After being treated as a weirdo since childhood, Cole has learned how to hide himself from strangers.Generally speaking, as long as those scary guys don't come to make trouble, he can hide it well.

"My name is Steve Rogers." The skinny blond boy introduced himself. He was still staring at Cole, but his eyes were not full of resistance, weirdness and malice like the teachers or classmates Cole met before. "Actually, I heard You had a conversation just now, why did you say that Uncle Michelle was killed because of his watch?"

"Cole Hill. I just know it." After introducing himself, Cole continued to mutter, and he lowered his eyes unnaturally.

Sometimes, he still can't help explaining the reason to others, even if those people will think he is a freak in the end, but as long as someone shows a softened attitude that seems to be communicable and asks him curiously, Cole will be full of hope.

But now he didn't want to tell this boy named Rogers.

His eyes are so different.

This is different from Cole's classmates who only know how to bully and taunt him. Those people are too naive.

He didn't want to see this kind of look also become weird and repulsive.

Cole answered his answer in his heart, and he couldn't help but looked up again.

The blond boy was still full of patience, looking at him curiously, and did not lose interest in leaving because of the resisting answer, but said again, "I am ten years old, how about you?"

"Eight years old." Cole said softly with his eyes downcast.

"You always look preoccupied, shouldn't boys of this age be more lively?" Steve paused, as if thinking of someone, with a smile in his voice.

"They never know what kind of world they live in." Cole said with deep meaning and melancholy, and he couldn't deny the contempt and envy in his tone.

"Yes, they really don't know." Unexpectedly, Steve actually agreed with Cole's words. The blond boy nodded, as if he understood something, and his tone was also full of deep meaning.

Cole looked up at him in surprise, a hint of surprise hidden in his eyes that he was trying to suppress.

"It's better that the children don't need to know, although I'm only a few years older." But immediately after the next sentence, Steve uttered the words that made Cole's mood drop to the bottom.

"You don't understand what I'm talking about at all" Cole blurted out in frustration, he raised his head and looked at those friendly blue eyes again in disappointment, and said angrily while holding back an inexplicable gas,

"I don't care if they know about their parents' divorce, domestic violence or anything else, I can see the things after death and I can see them"

said it

Carl, who was hiding nearby, pretending to be waiting for someone to eavesdrop, regained his spirits, tried hard to restrain himself from turning his head in that direction, and continued to listen in surprise.

Is this the follow-up development of the magic brought to reality? Why can a little boy see the soul? Carl can clearly remember that when he wandered in this world in the state of a soul for more than two months, he didn’t even see a single one of his kind

The brown-haired little boy had melancholy and calm eyes, and he carried a detached aura that ordinary boys didn't have, as if he was separated from the whole world.And all this changed when he blurted out and revealed his secret himself.

Cole clenched his fists by his side, his expression a little helpless, but he still stared at Steve's expression, as if he was forcing himself to say the next words word by word, "I You can see it. Uncle Michelle is here with the watch he bought for Aunt Mary, and he said he was shot because of it."

Usually, when it comes to this step, what Cole will face next is mistrust and ridicule from others, and adults will think that he is lying, fabricating facts, and is a weird and mischievous child.

But a certain emotion forced Cole to say the whole thing, and he stared at Steve coldly.

As much as the blond boy gave him good impression before, Cole was as angry and unhappy after saying the words that made him faintly feel deceived and disappointed.

"Is it because of that watch?" Surprisingly, Steve seemed to believe this statement without any obstacles, and began to think about the reason thoughtfully, "But why did the murderer kill people because of a watch? Cole , do you know what's going on?"

"Cole" was at this moment. Lynn, who was busy comforting her friend, finally had time to pay attention to her son. She sat on the bench and turned her head, and saw her son standing with a strange child. It seemed that there had been a quarrel just now. , "Cole, what's up"

"It's nothing, Mom." Cole turned back nervously and said, "This is a new friend I know, we are playing."

After finally being fooled, Cole stared at the blond boy again in a daze, still a little unbelievable, but his momentum had weakened, and his voice stammered, "You, do you believe that?"

Steve shrugged and smiled again.Although he was so thin that his cheeks were sunken inward, the smile on his face was bright and warm, and his blue eyes were full of understanding. "As you said, there are many things in the world that they don't know. It's not surprising."

"Steve" Cole couldn't help murmuring the name of a new friend.He paused, glanced at the man's wandering direction again, and said with determination, "If you believe me, I can try to communicate with Uncle Michelle. But"

He quickly added the last sentence "but", his face became a little uneasy and flustered, and he murmured softly, "Can you come with me?"

Hearing this, Carl almost heard the prompt sound of "favorability level 100, already cleared" from the head of the little boy Cole.

He watched the two boys walking in one direction while talking, and began to ask something in the air. Fortunately, the woman on the bench in the distance glanced over and found that the two children were getting together, so she didn't care .

Karl felt at ease, knowing that this wave had stabilized.

Sure enough, sending Steve to ask was a good decision.

Although Carl did not dare to call the cubs outside without authorization, it is still possible to call the little Steve at home. After a brief explanation, the sensible Steve knew how to help.

Carl thought, still curious about what the little boy saw.He walked a little further in a hurry, found the next bench and sat down, let his soul leave his body, and speeded up to float in the direction of the two boys.

"Huh?" Karl frowned strangely, scanning his surroundings.

The little boy Cole was obviously asking something seriously, but there was only a piece of air in front of him.Karl can't see anything with his soul body, there is no soul here.

Even if Karl himself is convinced, he can't help but have doubts now.

Is what the boy said really right?

But the little boy also obviously asked something.He turned his head and said seriously to Steve, "Uncle Michelle said that he remembered that when the man attacked him, he was also wearing the same ladies' watch, but it was very old."

"Is it a lady?" Steve looked surprised.

"No, it's a man wearing a hat and a mask. He couldn't see anything clearly. Only the familiar watch was noticed by Uncle Michelle." Cole shook his head and said more detailed information, "He shot After seeing my uncle, I left, and looked at my uncle's gift box before leaving, but didn't take it away."

Carl decisively decided to let his soul return to his body. He got up and walked over there. The two boys noticed the movement and turned to look at him.

"This is my dad." Steve introduced.Cole looked up with apprehension and alienation in his eyes, he bit his lip and remained silent.

"I heard everything. In fact, my uncle is the police officer investigating this matter, and I am assisting him." Carl gave himself an official identity, squatted down, and watched the little brown-haired boy seriously, "Now I can't be sure about you ability, but I want to trust your clues to try to investigate and solve this matter, can you help me?"

It was already 45:[-], and time was running out. Karl could only continue on the path of this clue.If we can investigate the information of the watch shop and allow Cole to meet the family members of the other victims, will we get new clues? Can we catch the murderer?

This is also Carl's bet that if the little boy is indeed lying, then he will lose everything.He has no other choice but to believe in this choice.

"I want to help." Cole's melancholy brown eyes finally began to light up slowly, as if he had found his purpose for the first time.But he paused, and said with some difficulty,

"But my mother never believed it, and she wouldn't let me go."

"Leave this to me." Carl said bluntly, he immediately turned and walked towards the bench, and Cole looked over expectantly.

At this time, Carl knew that he must not say any strange words like "your son can see ghosts".

It's Uncle Abel's turn to play again.