Mr. □□ith doesn’t know how he did all this.
He and his wife sat in the car with a normal attitude and expression like actors. He had the usual warm smile on his fat face and chatted about some very casual topics with the beautiful boy in the back seat in a loud voice.
"Yes, yes, the weather this year is a bit too hot. I told others the same at the company..."
His wife also maintained her usual lively expression, interjecting into the topic with just the right arrogance in her tone: "Even that good restaurant in the city has been affected. I just went there at noon, and the fish there is not as fresh as before. ...The smell from it is almost reaching my necklace! This is a necklace worth a thousand pounds!"
"This is indeed a very beautiful necklace," the boy agreed happily. "The luster is very attractive. The size cannot be considered mass production."
"That's right. I spent a full fifteen hundred pounds to get it." As she said this, □□ith tried to straighten her neck so that the pearl necklace around her neck could shine a little more, but she did not use her fingers directly. Instead of touching it, tap the surface of the necklace lightly with your bright red nails, just like any lady who loves her jewelry. And Mr. ith also knows that this is what his wife often does recently, because she cherishes this necklace very much. Direct touch can easily make the pearls lose their luster faster. This is a jeweler their family knows. Shang said.
However, it was precisely because of these behaviors that he was used to seeing that made him feel frightened now.
They had only seen this boy for less than ten minutes, and he could even swear that he had never seen this boy before - it is difficult for you to forget such a beauty, even if you are just passing by on the street - but as the person who controls them, the man who looks like A puppeteer who prevents them from moving a finger. He should not know much about them, but now, he easily knows them better than their friends, and makes them act like something. Nothing happened.
He manipulates them as if he were their in-body selves.
what does that mean? It means that everything they have is in the hands of this mutant. There is no hiding, no secrets, he must know everything they have done! What will happen to them? How will they be tortured? Or are they going to be such puppets for the rest of their lives? !
Oh my God, oh my God!
However, even though his heart was in turmoil, Mr. ith still drove steadily and reached his destination. Instead of letting the car drive in an unknown direction, he drove all the way into his garage. He wanted to swallow, but even this action was beyond his control. His calves began to tremble unconsciously, and dozens of miserable endings flashed through his mind.
Click.
He took out the key, walked out, and opened the car door. He wanted to kneel down immediately and beg the boy to let them go and not to enter his home, but his mouth, his hands, and his movements were still inviting him warmly. The boy "went inside to have a cup of tea."
Regarding this opinion, Mrs. ith also "happily agreed", and she and her husband "looked at each other" as if the couple were hiding some small thoughts - but in fact, they were very sure that when the boy followed them into the house At that moment, the fear in their hearts grew bigger and bigger, because they were not the only couple in their family.
They watched almost in despair as the boy smiled at them, then put on his slippers, found the stairs as familiar as in his own home, and walked up. Normally, such a beautiful smile would make them spit out praises unconsciously, but now, they just felt that it was the devil smiling at them.
No. No, no, no! That monster, that mutant can't go up there!
John was howling in his heart. At this moment, he wished he could become the most devout Catholic——
——Why does God not use divine punishment or send angels to execute these monsters that should not exist in the world at all? His request is not high, just keep that monster from going upstairs!
Mrs. □□ith's body also began to tremble instinctively. She sat on the sofa at home and picked up the water glass
She poured herself a glass of water, but her eyes never showed fear. No makeup on her face could hide her pale face.
Kick, kick, kick. thump. Squeak——
Every sound from upstairs hit the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. ith. Although they could not move freely, their faces were so pale that there was no blood at all.
A sneer came out of thin air, mocking their ugly appearance.
Within a few minutes, the □□ith couple saw the blond devil carrying a girl downstairs. The girl had her back to them, still in her nightgown.
Mrs. □□ith immediately let out a short scream from her throat. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face; Mr. □□ith's face erupted with ferocious veins, and he almost immediately He waved his fist and rushed over, but the next second he realized he could move, a wall seemed to rise in the air and slapped him to the ground.
"She just fell asleep."
The blond boy said softly, sitting on a single cowhide sofa. He held the little girl expertly without waking her up at all, and he even patted her on the back. When he looked at the little girl, his expression was very gentle, the kind of expression one tends to see on the face of anyone who likes cute things; but when he glanced at the ith couple, the look on his face was The light blue eyes are like a frozen lake, making people feel cold at a glance.
Anyone who sees these eyes will understand that he does not come with kindness or begging for mercy.
Mr. □□ith and Mrs. □□ith were no longer controlled by him, but after seeing the girl's steady breathing and the rise and fall of her chest, they stopped where they were, but at the same time, they both spoke eagerly.
"Please, please, don't hurt her!" Mr. ith gasped, "She...she is only five years old...she doesn't know anything...I beg you, I beg you..."
"Liar, beast, monster, put down my Elizabeth!" Mrs. ith screamed. If her feet weren't instinctively weak due to fear, she would immediately rush forward and scratch the boy's beautiful face, "You Whatever you want, whatever you want...money, jewelry, whatever...let her go...or I'll call the police..."
"Shut up!" Mr. ith scolded his wife hastily, "How dare you talk like that!"
"How dare I?!" Mrs. ith said, "A mutant was in my house and captured my daughter!"
——If he wanted to, he could immediately order all three of our family, including the maid upstairs, to commit suicide!
Sweat continued to roll down Mr. ith's face. He gritted his teeth and gave his wife three hard slaps to prevent her from pushing the situation to a more serious level. When he was done, he lay on the floor again.
"Please...please...my daughter doesn't know anything..." He tried to make himself appear humble and helpless, hoping that this would make the other party more tolerant, "We, we are not...not... What important person..."
He felt the boy's gaze resting on the top of his head for a while, but he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the other person's face.
"I took her down," the boy said softly after a while, "not to be used as a hostage."
"Of course, of course..." Mr. ith felt a surge of joy in his heart, and he hurriedly flattered him. He knew that all those in control of the situation wanted to be praised for their magnanimity, "You, you are as kind as God... …”
But the next moment, the boy's words made him fall into an ice cave.
"I took her down," the boy said softly, patting the sleeping child, "because a seventh spy was found in your house. In this case, if I only take you away, but not Take her down and she will be carried away by the spy. Of course, the spy has been knocked unconscious by me, so you can rest assured."
Mr. □□ith couldn't move - he was not a rich man, but he was still wealthy. Therefore, while he was busy at work, he hired a local maid from a well-known local housekeeping company to take care of and protect him. His only daughter also strictly warned her not to let her children run around.
This maid is the fourth person in his family. And what the boy means is that this maid who used to be gentle and attentive is actually a "spy"? A lurking "someone over there"? She is also very likely to take away his daughter?
Cold sweat flowed down Mr. □□ith's back.
"This is impossible, it's not such a coincidence..." Mrs. ith said tremblingly.
"It won't do me any good to lie to you." The boy said coldly, "I just don't want to see another child fall into their hands. Do you think, with their methods, they are willing to keep such a good child?" "Material"? When you may be exposed at any time, captured by the police or mutants, and disappeared without a trace? "
"How good," another mean voice came from the air, but the ith couple couldn't see the fourth figure, "it's like a plate of prepared dishes, delivered to the jackal's mouth. And then this thing is okay Claiming that mutants are responsible for the problems of this family of three——"
Mr. □□ith saw the boy sitting on the sofa glance in a certain direction, and the voice disappeared immediately. But he was not relieved at all, because the voice was right.
"I don't like to take away other people's children." The boy stood up with the little girl in his arms, walked a few steps, and put the girl down gently. Mr. ith quickly got up and took the little girl, holding her carefully in his arms. , "We don't hold children hostage."
Mr. □□ith was about to say a few words, but the boy's eyes shut him up.
"But adults are different," the boy said. "I don't understand."
He took a few steps back and sat on the sofa again, tapping the armrest of the sofa gently with his hand, his expressionless face making people uneasy.
"I don't understand," the boy said again, "since you love your own child so much, love her more than your own life, why do you persecute other people's children? Those children - you know, once they leak to you If you take away the news about those children, what treatment will you get?"
The hearts that Mr. □□ith and Mrs. □□ith had just felt lifted again.
"For example, the Evans family who entertained you today." The boy who was as beautiful as a piece of jewelry whispered to the couple, as if he was reciting poetry, but the content was not as easy to catch as poetry. The key point is, "They have lived here for twenty years. They are very enthusiastic and helpful to their neighbors and colleagues. They have never had an unreasonable quarrel with anyone, and have never done anything harmful to you or society." … Of their two daughters, one is following the rules in a girls’ school, and the other is studying seriously in a boarding school.”
"I don't understand," the boy repeated this sentence again, as if he really couldn't figure it out. "Give them the bugs disguised as alarms, and then ask them about their little daughter that you need. The news can be used to make a big sale, because she seems to be an "abnormal child" and a precious sample needed "over there". The price and "material" are not on the same level... Mr. ith, Mr. Evans can He is said to be your good colleague and good friend. What did he do to make you feel sorry for you and make you resent their family like this? I really don't understand, and I sincerely ask you to help me figure it out. "
He said "please", but Mr. ith understood that it was an order.
But he was also very confused - did he need to explain such a thing? This mutant can control them like life-like puppets, do we even need to ask?
"This...this...because...because..." He hesitated, unable to say anything for a long time. This wasn't because he stuttered out of fear, but because he didn't know if his answer would offend the other person.
As long as the other party is unwilling to answer, they will all die here. The whole family would die by suicide and be on the front page of tomorrow morning's newspapers.
Just as he was hesitating, someone kicked him hard on the back.
"When someone says "please" to you," the voice that disappeared in the air appeared again, it warned fiercely, "you have to behave. If you don't behave, I will shoot you!" "
"For—for money, my lord!"□□it
When Mr. H heard the gun, he was so frightened that he quickly told the truth, "We - we want more money. They have money and connections, and they can promote me. My wife and I - we -"
"I understand, the reason is that the other party gave too much." The boy on the sofa sighed, showing a tired look, "So, money allows you to betray your friends - you can also persecute innocent people for money. children.”.
"This is a mistake we made, sir, I admit it," Mr. ith lay on the ground, crying bitterly, "but there is a force behind them that we cannot resist! We - we are just ordinary people. We We have no choice, sir! They have guns and people who can kill people. If we don’t obey, we will have nothing, or even our lives!”
Of course the Evans family is a good family, but how can they compare with his own family, his own property, and his own future? Not to mention other children!
To be honest, in the few days after he made the decision, when he had just found a few street children and sent them to those people, he still had trouble sleeping, but soon, the steady flow of money and connections made him happy. No more psychological burden on himself - until someone came to his door.
"Yeah," the boy said softly, "you have no choice - so, I have no choice either."
He stood up, took a step forward, and stared at Mrs. ith, who had been beaten by her husband so hard that she dared not speak, for a while. Then, he stretched out his hand and gently touched it. The pearl necklace around her neck turned into powder, causing her to scream.
"I don't know how you can show it off to others," the boy said softly. "It cost a child his life."
There was no expression on his face, but it was more stressful than an angry expression. Mrs. ith's face was pale, and she felt that her soul was being penetrated by the boy, without any privacy at all. The boy looked at her like he was looking at a piece of plaster, the kind with stains.
——He was absolutely right. The reason she could afford this necklace was because her husband had just sent a stray boy "over there" and received a generous reward.
After saying that, the boy clapped his hands and looked at Mr. ith again. His light blue eyes turned bright emerald again, just like when he stopped Mr. ith's car.
These eyes were so beautiful that one couldn't take them away, and they were full of wonderful attraction. However, while Mr. ith couldn't help but stare at them, he was also deeply afraid of these eyes.
It made him and his wife once again the obedient captives of the boy.
"It's a pity that I can't send you to the police and prison first," he said. "I generally don't like to do things like this that take advantage of others - but we still have fish to bite."
…………
Everything seems to be business as usual at the □□ith family.
Mr. □□ith and his wife were washing and going to bed in the bedroom, while their daughter was sleeping soundly. As for the maid, she was instructed to entertain the new guests brought home by the master, and was currently busy in the kitchen for a dessert.
As for the new guest himself - he was writing and drawing in his notebook, writing down everything he had dug out of the minds of several spies.
r stood next to him, looking over his shoulder as he transcribed information from memory, holding his breath and not daring to speak.
An angry Harry was scary. An angry yet quiet Harry was even more frightened.
But this time R can understand him - when you find out that these bad things have actually affected your loved ones, and you can't blatantly pick them up and protect them, that's really terrible. When they walked through several blocks in the afternoon, using telepathy to search for information and catch spies, and finally walked back to the door of Evans' house, Harry's expression was unbearable to watch.
Mr. □□ith, a despicable man who betrayed his grandfather. If Harry hadn't had other plans, that scum wouldn't still be at home, in a warm bed.
r carefully read a few lines of information written by Harry
, eyes slowly opened, the more these things looked, the more shocking they became.
This organization's "hunting chain" is basically like this: they will allocate a part of their manpower to lurk in various places to facilitate information gathering. Just like Mr. ith's maid, they are usually responsible for street children or single parents. Family of children. At the same time, they will look for opportunities to buy the "right" people and develop them into their informants or "purchasers," just like Mr. ith.
This type of person must have a clean file, have a decent long-term job, and have a certain reputation, but they cannot be too wealthy, so that they will be hungry for money and a future. And such people are mainly responsible for families that are more difficult for parents to handle. Generally speaking, they would not choose children from this kind of family, which is not easy to deal with, but once they get the news that there is something definite "abnormal" about the children of this family, they will take risks.
Yes, compared to uncertain children who may be just ordinary people, it is definitely more efficient to conduct experiments on children who have shown signs. Children who look like ordinary people for the time being are "materials", and children who are definitely "abnormal" are "samples".
It's not easy to steal a child from a family like this. At this time, a decent person like Mr. ith is a good candidate to get close to him, find out information, and provide a place for trading. They have a good social reputation and most people will not be wary of them.
As for remuneration, that is, money and future, it is provided by officials who are deeply embedded in the government, or the upper management of some large companies. They were an early group of sponsors and supporters. After the original experimental base was destroyed by Magneto, they were not willing to remain silent, but wanted to replicate the research path again.
Seeing this, R understood - his godfather and Lily were probably found out because of their carelessness in using magic when they were young. Professor Snape, whose parents were inattentive, was arrested first, and Lily was approached by Mr. ith, who already knew Mr. Evans.
That experimental organization has established a very wide network of contacts. If it weren't for the pitiful number of telepaths, they would basically not consider this issue. However, they were caught by the telepath Harry, who was secretly burying spies. The method is actually very difficult to find traces in a short time.
If Mr. Evans knew that his friend was going to steal his daughter and his grandson discovered it first, he would faint from fear. r think.
"If my grandfather knew about this," Harry murmured after a while after copying, "he would be so sad."
"This is not his first headache." Even though he knew that Harry was not talking to him, R still couldn't help but say, "That's why I have already mentioned the necessity of the Muggle confidentiality policy."
Harry should really be grateful that he was born in a peaceful time. r But I haven't forgotten that there was a Muggle kid who spread the word about Harry's "weirdness", and even spread the word to Muggle girls who liked Harry.
"So what should we do next," r continued, "rush to the laboratory to save people?"
"No," to his surprise, Harry answered him, "I'm going back to find my dad."
