[Comprehensive] So you are such New York

Gen stopped his movements, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and narrowed his eyes a little.

The next second, she appeared in front of Ji Jiu, hooked her shoulder affectionately, and said, "I don't think you would like to know that, my dear."

She was very close, with a sly and mysterious smile on her beautiful face, and her tone was relaxed and casual.

Looking at her pale face, Ji Jiu still couldn't help frowning: "Even though you said that..."

She hadn't figured out what to do next, Fusco, who was about to get back into the car, stopped by the door, patted the roof of the driver's seat and urged, "Hey, are you going?"

Ji Jiu quickly responded, and consciously gave up the back seat to the two wounded, and got into the passenger seat by himself.

Neither John nor Root followed.The two transparent figures said a few words in front of the haunted house, waved at them, and then disappeared together.

There were almost no vehicles on the holiday highway. Fusco drove the car very fast, and the expression on his face was obviously more relaxed than when he came.He stared straight ahead, and suddenly said, "Can someone explain to me what happened just now?"

Ji Jiu was taken aback, before he could answer, a weak female voice rang out from the back seat first: "As you can see, this number was tied into that house. I went in to rescue him and was attacked."

Having said that, Xiao sat up with support, and cast doubtful eyes on Ji Jiu: "What's the matter with this girl?"

"Are you awake?" Fusco glanced back quickly and continued driving. "God knows. The machine sent me somewhere, and it ended up picking up this guy."

Ji Jiu: "..."

She suddenly understood why Gen didn't want to explain to her—the synopsis was too long.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the two exchanged a look with each other, and they didn't talk any more in a tacit understanding.The car became quiet again, but the atmosphere at this moment made Ji Jiu not know how to ask questions.

However, according to the information obtained now, these two people should have worked together with Gen and John, and they are still dealing with the work of saving others in John's words.

And the commander above them, or the person giving orders, is the "machine".

She had a hunch that she should stop here.What if you know too much and are forced to work with them?

The silence lasted until Ji Jiu arrived home.

After Detective Fusco sent her to the intersection, he rushed to send the other two people in the car to be treated. Ji Jiu had already confirmed that they had no signs of being possessed, but were weak, so he didn't say much. After leaving, he back home.

Unexpectedly, when she entered the door, she could smell the smell of food, and the sound of cutting vegetables was coming from the kitchen.

"Ah, ah, ah?"

Ji Jiu immediately rushed to the back room, and saw the man standing by the console at a glance.He also looked back when he heard the voice, and continued to lower his head to deal with the green peppers.

"By the way, do you eat this?"

Ji Jiu: "...don't eat."

John paused, but there was a smile in his voice: "Don't be picky."

Then ask her? !

Ji Jiu approached quickly, and asked cracklingly, "You just came back? Why are you cooking?"

While putting the chopped green peppers into the bowl, the man casually replied, "Didn't you miss lunch?"

Ji Jiu opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a while.She lowered her head and blinked, a tickling but warm feeling was creeping up from the bottom of her heart, spreading over her chest and squeezed into her throat, making her feel a little suffocated.

A cello-like deep voice said above her head: "Do me a favor if you're free."

Ji Jiu quickly responded, "What are you going to do?"

"Go and wash your hands first." John nuzzled his chin, watched her roll up her sleeves and walked to the sink, and continued, "If the shrimps have been defrosted, bring them here."

It was only then that Ji Jiu realized that there was a box of frozen shrimps that she had bought but hadn't opened yet in the sink. The ice had almost melted now, so she took out the shrimps and rinsed them with clean water, and put them in a plate.

John put the pan on the stove, turned on the fire, poured in olive oil, sautéed the onion and reached out to her: "Shrimp."

Ji Jiu handed over the whole plate, hooked the corner of his mouth, and poured the shrimp into the pot as well.

With a sound of "呲——", the oily smoke rose up, Ji Jiu raised his hand first, and turned on the switch of the oily hood above his head.The exposed forearm brushed against the tip of the man's hair, a coolness different from the air penetrated into the pores, and goose bumps appeared.

She quickly withdrew her hand, pulled down her sleeves, and rubbed her arms again.

John looked at her strangely: "Is it cold?"

"No." She shook her head, then turned to ask, "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Give me an empty plate."

Ji Jiu took a clean one casually, and John took it out and took out the prawns, then poured green peppers and tomato cubes into the pot and continued to fry. After frying, he added water and seasonings, and added two cups of rice.

After the water boiled and waited for a while, he spread the shrimp and shellfish that had been cleaned before into the pot.

Only then did Ji Jiu remember to ask, "Paella?"

John covered the pot and turned it to medium heat, noncommittal: "I've done it before, and it's easier."

Fortunately, her hamster disease has enough ingredients in the refrigerator.

Ji Jiu secretly laughed out loud, a rouge-like blush appeared on his face, and his plain face suddenly became vivid.She blinked, her dark eyes seemed to be shining with stars: "I never thought that you would be so homely."

John curled his lips, as if he had nothing to say: "There is no other way."

"Because of previous jobs?"

He didn't answer, Ji Jiu paused for a moment, took a deep breath and continued: "About the previous matter, I only helped because I trusted you, but I don't want to be involved in trouble all the time, so I don't want to know more .”

John froze for a rare moment, but then laughed.

Different from the calm and calm smile in the past, this time the arc of his mouth was obviously deeper. When he spoke, he raised his hand and stroked the top of her hair: "Correct decision."

When that cold palm fell on his head, the itchy feeling in his heart surfaced again.

Ji Jiu didn't know what it represented, but he didn't hate it, and subconsciously rubbed it.

John let out an imperceptible laugh, then withdrew his hand and turned to the stove to check the situation in the pot. After a few minutes, he turned off the fire: "You can take out the bowl."

Ji Jiu took out two sets of tableware from the cupboard and put them on the dining table, and put a wooden backing board in the middle.John put the pot on the backing board and signaled to her that it was ready to eat.

She nodded, but she filled a bowl for him first, and then inserted the incense that she had just lit.

Ji Jiu's eyes brightened, she looked at him and said with a smile, "Happy New Year!"

But for Ji Jiu, the real Spring Festival will not come until February.

Although there are no holidays at this time, there are traditional events and performances in Chinatown.This time Yi Zhen told her solemnly: "Don't be busy again!"

She will definitely not do nothing during the Spring Festival!

Ji Jiu made a promise, and made an appointment to go to Chinatown to see the parade together on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

This is her first New Year abroad.

In previous years, Ji's family always celebrated the New Year together. Relatives scattered all over the country would rush to the old house in Yongcheng on New Year's Eve, have a New Year's Eve dinner together, and then chat with every ordinary family while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

These juniors disdain and are not good at participating in the topics of the elders. They often gather around and set off firecrackers.

However, this year, Ji Jiu was the only one who used Weibo to complain, and because of the time difference, when she woke up, more than half of the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala had been broadcast, and the countdown to zero in China would soon be over.

The room was very quiet, but the tv was full of gongs and drums, full of joy, and even the Weibo was full of joy, constantly refreshing.

Ji Jiu lied weakly on the sofa to watch the live broadcast, unexpectedly, the more he watched, the more depressed he became.

There were endless group messages of New Year greetings on WeChat, and she clicked to reply one by one, but basically never heard back.Only the queen mother at home sent her a voice, asking her what she had for lunch, and there was a loud sound of firecrackers behind her.

Ji Jiu silently typed out a line of text: I cooked the dumplings.Although it is breakfast.

The queen mother was very surprised: "You know how to make dumplings yourself?"

Quick-frozen, you can buy it in Chinatown.

"That's true, isn't New York also very festive?"

Ji Jiu glanced at the street as usual outside the window, the trees were still bare, the weather was fine, the sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled a piece of gold, a car roared past the door, and the outside once again returned to tranquility.

It should be, I will go to see the parade tomorrow.

"Then how are you doing today?"

Ji Jiu didn't know how to reply, if she said "Let's live alone", the queen mother would definitely bring up that topic - to make you not find a partner!

Is this something you can find if you want to find it?

After rehearsing all the possible conversations in her mind, Ji Jiu replied lightly: Anyway, I'm not alone, but I still have to do my homework.

Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager's tone softened: "Well, study hard and pay attention to rest."

Do not worry!

Ji Jiu sighed, and simply put down the phone and went to the basement.

Since she started practicing fighting skills, she would come down to practice every time she was depressed, and she would feel relaxed after sweating.

Ji Jiu practiced the basic skills alone for a while, and turned around to find that John had also come down at some point, leaning against the door to watch her, and finally reminded casually: "Old problem, not enough strength."

Ji Jiu shrugged and sat down to rest on the spot: "Do you want to try it in actual combat?"

John raised his lips and smiled: "I'm fine." Then he stepped forward and kicked her suddenly when he was almost in front of her.

Ji Jiu rolled away on the spot, stood up, and said angrily, "You actually engaged in a sneak attack!"

"Don't you have an idiom that tells soldiers that they are not tired of deceit?" John kept on stepping, followed by a punch in his hand.

Ji Jiu was about to die of anger: "That's not how it is used!"

However, no matter how flexible her figure was, she couldn't keep up with such an unrelenting offensive. She had no choice but to switch from defense to offense, punching and kicking.

"boom!"

Her shoulders were pressed to the ground, and Ji Jiu couldn't break free after kicking for a long time, and finally gave up and lay down in a big font.

John put his arms across her shoulders and explained, "Be careful."

He didn't breathe when he spoke, but I don't know if it was because of his position, Ji Jiu felt itchy on his face, and even his temperature rose.

He was too close, his gray-blue eyes were so light that they were transparent, as if even the texture of the pupils was clearly visible.

But he was originally transparent, and he could see the ceiling above his head by looking through him.

Ji Jiu was in a daze, John sighed and pulled her up.

"homesick?"

Ji Jiu froze for a moment: "Huh?"

The other party twitched his lips and signaled upstairs: "I saw you watching a show, today is Chinese New Year?"

Ji Jiu laughed helplessly, scratched her hair nervously and said, "It's not that serious, I just haven't gotten used to it yet."

John didn't answer immediately, but just looked down at her expression.Finally, he patted her on the shoulder before speaking again: "Go to the roof after dark."

Ji Jiu: "???"

The other party refused to say any more, just smiled and left the basement first.

The moon is dark and the wind is high... What are you going to do?