It's getting dark.
At this time, Mike and Gwen had already returned home, but today, because of the man Gwen found and picked up, they delayed their return home.
The man was wearing a thin, ill-fitting windbreaker, and his lower body was wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans that could break at any time. He looked like a homeless man.
At this time, the man was sitting on a chair in the Mike's store, his back hunched and his eyes dull. He did not look like an upright man in his prime at all, but looked like an old man who was dying and despairing.
Gwen held Mike in the store and stood in front of the man with the blanket she covered him with while basking in the sun. She whispered, "Uncle, here you go."
Hearing the childish voice full of concern, the man's dull eyes swayed slightly, and his eyes fell on Gwen.
Gwen smiled at the man and handed the blanket in her hand.
The man's chapped lips trembled slightly, and a sound that seemed to be squeezed out of a torn throat emerged from the man's mouth.
"Thanks."
Gwen opened the blanket and draped it over the man.
Feeling his body gradually warming up, the man's numb and cold eyes also gradually became warmer.
"My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent."
"Bruce."
The man whispered, pulled the blanket, wrapped it tightly around himself, and then fell silent.
Gwen glanced at the man and didn't know what to say, so she brought the man a glass of water and sat aside.
Looking at the other person's back, Gwen folded her arms together, put her chin up, and guessed in her little head what happened to the other person.
"It must be a very uncomfortable thing."
She murmured quietly, remembering the scene when she saw the other person.
Although the weather has warmed up now, the temperature outside is still touching because of a light rain all day.
Fortunately, today is Sunday, so Gwen doesn't have to go to school or to cram school.
She slept in and finished the breakfast her father had left for her. She originally wanted to come to the store, but Aunt Carter from next door pulled her to her home and treated her to a steak.
After eating, she touched her belly and went home, finished her homework and watched TV for a while.
As the time approached six o'clock, she held an umbrella and prepared to pick up her father and take him home.
And when she walked to an alley not far from the store, she saw her uncle who was soaked in the rain.
At that time, he was huddled next to the trash can, with a small puddle under him, being soaked in the rain quietly. He was even worse than Peter when he was bullied and thrown into the water.
"Uncle, do you need help?"
Gwen asked quietly.
There was no response, only the faint sound of rain.
"Uncle! Do you need help!?"
Gwen raised her voice and asked again.
The man was still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... dying fish?
She suddenly remembered the fat-headed fish that was knocked unconscious when her father was killing fish.
no respond.
Gwen carefully poked the other person with her umbrella. When she saw that the other person was still motionless, her face turned pale and she took a deep breath.
Could it be, could he be dead?
Gwen imitated the look on TV, half-crouched down with an umbrella under her arm, put her little hand under the other person's nose, and breathed a sigh of relief after feeling the warm breath.
Looking at the other person's appearance, Gwen sighed, put the umbrella in her hand on the ground, covered the other person's head from the rain, then held up another umbrella, squatted on the ground, and tilted the umbrella to cover the other person's head. Yu took out his mobile phone and called Mike.
Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the rain that brought Bruce, who was lying on the ground, back to his senses. His eyelids rolled slightly, and he opened his eyes through a slit. Under the dim sky, he saw an anxious and worried face.
Are you... worried about him?
Bruce felt inexplicably sad and moved in his heart, but thinking of Betty who was killed, his heart became cold again.
It's all because of him, it's all his fault...
He blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations in his mood, terrifying green blood vessels emerged on the surface of his body.
Violent power flowed through his body, and Bruce's eyes were dyed with a hint of green.
"Dad, come and save him, I'm waiting for you!"
Suddenly, the childish voice reached his ears again. He took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness and anger welling up in his heart.
In an instant, the abnormality on his body disappeared.
At this moment, Gwen put down her phone, looked at Bruce on the ground, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, my dad is coming."
The young and warm voice seemed to fall into his heart along with the pounding raindrops, creating little ripples.
In less than half a minute, he heard unfamiliar footsteps, and then an unfamiliar voice rang out.
"Gwen."
"dad!"
Gwen raised his head, looked at Mike, and said, "How about we help him? If this continues, he will die."
If he died like this, that wouldn't be bad.
Bruce, who was heartbroken, had a wry smile in his heart.
Mike bent down and smiled at Gwen: "While he's still alive, let's take him back and make human meat buns!"
The tone was serious, not joking.
Human, human meat buns?
Hearing this, even in this state, Bruce couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but open his eyes, wanting to see what kind of devil the person who could calmly say these words was.
He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten by others. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will they also mutate?
"Dad, stop joking!"
Gwen looked at Mike angrily, but couldn't help but smile. Suddenly she noticed that the man on the ground opened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Dad, look! He has opened his eyes."
"Um."
Mike glanced at the other person, always feeling that this decadent face was familiar, but thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had never seen it before.
"Come on, pick it up and make it into human meat buns!"
Mike smiled, lifted the man on the ground with one hand, and walked towards the store amidst Gwen's dissatisfied screams.
For some reason, Bruce felt strangely warm in his heart while listening to the conversation between father and daughter.
"Gwen!"
A shout awakened Gwen from her memories.
Gwen rubbed her chin, looked at Mike who called her, waved Mike to her, and she hurried over.
"Bring it to him."
Mike brought a bowl of noodles to Gwen.
Gwen smelled it, looking greedy.
When I go home at night, whatever you want to do will be done for you.
"oh!"
Gwen smiled happily.
Mike looked up and looked at Gwen bringing it to the other party, then looked at the man sitting like a piece of wood, pinched his chin and muttered: "Bruce?"
Mike heard what Gwen and the other party just said.
Now look at the other person's face, it's really Bruce Banner.
My dear daughter, you really know how to pick it up...
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