[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

It took the police nearly half an hour to melt the ice that sealed the door.

It took only 40 minutes for Spider-Man to recover his body, and now there is not much left.But for the little angel Spider-Man, the time spent in the jewelry store with Joe Ward was enough to resolve the gap.

Spider-Man: "I'm sorry. You know, I'm not very popular in my class, but I have a buddy I hang out with—of course he's not very popular. It's like, like Like a new transfer student in the class, and then snatched away my only iron buddy... Well, I know I'm naive, I hope I didn't hurt you."

This is the first time Spider-Man has talked to him about his identity as an ordinary person.

Joe Ward was surprised: "You actually said that you are not very popular? Are middle school students in Queens very cold?"

Spider-Man is sad: "No, I'm too nerdy. Everyone says I'm a nerd, and girls don't like me."

Joe Ward was also sad, the little spider was so cute, he couldn't see him being sad.

He moved his hips and sat a little closer, and put his arms around the little spider's shoulders.

Spider-Man shy: "Ah, yes, do you want to hug?"

Joe Ward, who has had no social interaction for 5 years, is also not sure: "For this occasion, should, should there be one?"

Spider-Man: "Then, let's have one."

Both of them are so shy, you look at me and I look at you, hugging each other awkwardly.

The American team in the schoolbag was about to show his old father's smile when Captain Leng who finished drinking milk next to him said, "Wow, so gay."

Joward and Spider-Man immediately bounced to either side.

Captain America: "..." You are the only one who talks all day.

After the police melted the ice in front of the shop, they left with Captain Cold tied up in a ball.Joward searched the Internet, Captain Cold counted as an attempted robbery, if there is a lawyer, the sentence should not be long.

"Sir, you should look for a job after you come out. Although life is cruel, there will always be a way out for you."

Joward said to Captain Cold in the window of the police car.

Captain Cold poked his neck: "I just love snatching!"

Joward was speechless.But before he left, he didn't forget to take off the milk bottle that was glued to Captain Cold's chest.

When he was in the jewelry store, the system had already cleared the task rewards for him.

The basic reward is 10 points, and the task target is given 50 points without moving.It seems that although the C-level task is simple, the calculation method of the extra reward is less than that of the B-level task.

System: "—Capture D-class criminal: [Captain Cold], reward 10 points. This mission is cleared, and a total of 70 points will be rewarded. The host's current total points: 1827."

Joe Ward: "..."

That guy who sucks and drinks milk is actually a Class D criminal?

Spider-Man's body time is coming soon, and Joe Ward can't let him turn into a ball on the street.There's a tavern across from the jewelry store, and Joward drags Spider-Man into the men's room, and when he comes out, he's alone.

He pulled his scarf, ready to go out and find a hiding place, climb into the hamster ball, let it carry him home.

At this moment, the hamster ball regained its invisible state again, floating above the street. At first glance, even he himself didn't know where the hamster ball was.

He was tapped on the shoulder with a cane.

Joward turned around suspiciously, and saw a man in a dark gray windbreaker with a cane.His clothes look plain, but those who know the business will know that the shirt inside him alone is enough for ordinary people to buy a car.

Joe Ward: "Sir?"

The dark gray windbreaker put the cane back on the ground, and his tone was friendly: "We just met in the jewelry store. Bad day, isn't it?"

Joward remembered that this was the husband of the upper-class couple in the store.

Dark gray windbreaker: "I know it's rude to greet you like this, but there is one thing I'm really eager to confirm. Can you take off the mask and let me see your face? You look like a friend of my son's, My son has been away from home for several months and still hasn't come back."

Joe Ward did not take off his mask.

"I'm sorry I can't help you, sir. But I think you did have the wrong person. Did you report it to the NYPD?"

Dark gray windbreaker: "Yes, I have reported the crime. Please forgive the impolite request of a father who is desperate, just let me confirm it, sir, you know some young children who like to team up to deceive their anxious old parents."

Joward looked around.This is a tavern that has not yet entered the night market, so there are not many people.The bartender dozed off behind the bar.

Joward finally relented: "If it makes you feel better, fine."

He took off his mask, then his sunglasses.Under the dim light of the tavern, his blue eyes were filled with a pure freshwater lake, as if it would drip down the innocent drooping corners of his eyes at any time.

Then the expression of the man in front of him changed.

Huge malice spread across his face, twisting into dark lines.

"It really is you, Hannibal's little bitch."

The dark gray windbreaker bit the words and said softly.

Joward's mind went blank.

But his body seemed to have a sense of self-help, and he instinctively made an evasive action: "You have identified the wrong person, sir. I have never seen you."

The phone was buzzing in his pocket, and he didn't need to look to know it. It must be Captain America texting non-stop, and the content of the text message must be "Igotthis".

but not.

It was a piece of mended black cloth, the contents of which were bulging under the black cloth, taking out any point was enough to make him drip with blood, and putting it together with the bright term "superhero" made him feel humbled like never before.

"Of course you haven't seen me. Because all the mirrors in your room are one-way mirrors."

The dark gray trench coat viciously dealt him the hardest blow.

Fuck, of course he remembered the little bitch.

He will never forget how this creamy-skinned, blue-eyed young man, wearing a long dark red velvet bathrobe, stood in front of the full-length mirror in a daze.

His face is so pure and innocent, but the expensive bathrobe can't hide the beauty inside; such a strange and blended temperament, even he and his cousin, who have raised countless pets, couldn't help being stunned.

"Doctor, I must admire your vision."

He heard his cousin laughing.

A well-dressed psychiatrist walked slowly towards them from the other end of the corridor.The window behind Hannibal was dark rain, beating coldly on the glass, making him shiver inexplicably—

Yes, he remembered, it rained heavily that night in Baltimore.

Hannibal smiled: "It seems that the preparation time for the dinner party is obviously too long, and my guests are impatient."

He raised his hand and moved the passive candlestick back to the distance, and the hidden door on the wall slowly closed.

He and his cousin, as local wealthy nobles, were occasionally invited to attend dinners held by Hannibal.His cousin has a more frivolous personality. While waiting for the banquet, he talked about going to the toilet, but he didn't come back for a long time.

He got up and went to find his cousin.Then, in the winding and gloomy corridor of Hannibal's house, such a hidden door was discovered.

After the walls are separated, there is a layer of floor-to-ceiling glass inside, revealing the scene in the room: the whole room is pure white, only a large bed is black.The ground was covered with a thick and soft woolen carpet. Their little brown-haired beauty was standing on the carpet facing the glass bare feet, her round toes and knees were slightly red.

In upper-class circles, it is not uncommon to have a plaything or two at home.His cousin knocked on the glass, but found that the people inside seemed to be unable to hear or see anything, and they still had that ignorant and innocent expression, acting as if they were looking in a mirror.

"Is that a one-way mirror, doctor? The kind used in the interrogation room?"

His cousin still couldn't finish it, even though the wall was slowly closing, he couldn't help but greedily glance at the red cat lips of the person in the mirror.

Hannibal smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, sir. Did you find it?"

His cousin said, "Find what? This little stunner? Oh, I just flipped the candlestick down—"

Hannibal: "Gentlemen, please go back to your seats. The dinner party is about to begin."

Hannibal's craftsmanship is top-notch, even with the appetizer, he was already shocked by the excellent taste.But his cousin went to the toilet again on the way—oh, the toilet must be just an excuse, he went to see the little beauty again—and never came back.

When Hannibal came in from the restaurant door, he told him politely: "Sir, there seems to be something urgent at home, and he has rushed back in the rain."

He never expected that that night would be the last time he saw his cousin.

The main course that night was delayed, but it was worth the wait: a large plate of Peruvian beef.

The sauce is very fragrant, mixed with the flavors of onions and cherry tomatoes, and slowly poured over the tender and dripping beef.He only took a sip, and was shocked by the soft and delicious meat: "God, doctor, it's so delicious that I want to cry!"

Hannibal was still cutting his plate of meat upright, and said an inexplicable joke: "Ah, you really should cry."

He ate the entire plate of beef, not even the sauce left.

His flattering behavior obviously pleased Hannibal. The psychiatrist looked at him for a while, and finally smiled and raised his glass: "You have a gourmet soul, sir. I wish you good health and more happy times like this."

He was still enthusiastically asking: "Doctor, what do you think the best-tasting meat in the world should be like?"

Hannibal: "I didn't have an answer before, but recently I tried to solve this problem. I think a lamb that has just turned 20 years old and a pure and noble soul will definitely meet my requirements."

That night, he was full of wine and food, and went home in his private car.The heavy rain in Baltimore made the roof rumble like continuous thunder.

And in this dull thunder, he suddenly thought of a question:

The lifespan of a sheep is only 12 years old. Where can a 20-year-old lamb come from?