At four o'clock in the morning, the sky is a little bright, and it won't be long before the sun will come out.
Morohoshi came to a vending machine and put in a few coins.
"Boom"
A can of coffee rolled out of the outlet.
Morohoshi grabbed the can of coffee, opened the can, and took a big sip of coffee. The caffeine finally made him sober.
From time to time, the sirens of police cars or ambulances can be heard in the distance.
The members of the Cross Cult were either eliminated by fbl or they were eliminated, and there are very few remaining members of the Cross Cult.
I think their mission has been completed, and they don't know when Brownla will contact him.
Zhu Xingda leaned against the vending machine and took a sip of coffee from time to time.
"Jingle Bell……"
The sudden ringing of the phone seemed a bit harsh in the quiet street.
Zhu Xingda took out his mobile phone and saw that the name on it was Brora, and immediately pressed the answer button.
"Gather where you are." Brown's cold voice came from the receiver, followed by a busy tone of "beep, beep..."
After clarifying the purpose, hang up the phone directly without letting anyone refuse or make comments. This is really Brown La's usual style.
Moro Hoshida put away his cell phone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the place where he parked his car before, as if he was parading in the middle of the night.
After Mo's tea time, Zhu Xingda arrived near the car. He first observed the surroundings covertly, and then walked to the car in a leisurely manner.
He did not see Brown La's figure, but Zhu Xing was sure that Brown La must have been here long ago, and he was probably observing him in a corner now.
Not long after, Zhu Xingda saw Ming Zeye walking out of a hidden alley with a child with short blue hair.
Seeing the child, Zhu Xingda was slightly startled, and his dark green eyes narrowed uncertainly.
He seems to have seen this child somewhere, where...
"What's wrong?" Ming Zeye noticed something strange about Zhu Xingda and asked.
Zhu Xingda quickly came back to his senses. He shook his head and answered Ming Zeye while not forgetting to raise his own doubts: "It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised by this child... But where did this child come from?"
Brownla doesn't look like the kind of person who would adopt a child, either.
"I picked it up on the road." Ming Zeye said casually.
Zhu Xingda was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of youthful curiosity in his voice: "Are you planning to adopt this child?"
"It's not me, it's you." Ming Zeye said without comment.
Zhuxingda: "?"
Chris, who had been left with a unilateral decision on who to adopt, was a little panicked.
He grabbed Ming Zeye's clothes tightly and looked at Ming Zeye with wide eyes, his eyes were slightly red. I almost cried.
"He is my subordinate. If he adopts you, I will adopt you." Ming Zeye patted Chris' head comfortingly, and then added: "Men can bleed, but they cannot shed tears."
He needs to be an obedient weapon, not a crying child.
After hearing Mingzeye's words, Chris nodded heavily. As long as he didn't abandon him, he could do anything.
Seeing that Zhu Xingda seemed a little confused, Mingzeye didn't mean to explain to him. He pulled Chris into the back seat of the car and then ordered: "Go to No. 479 Hilton Street."
In the United States, you can only adopt a child if you are 25 years old, and Ming Zeye is only 19 years old now. Not to mention that he does not want to adopt a child, even if he wants to adopt Chris, he cannot adopt him at his age.
As for asking Zhu Xingda if he was twenty-five years old, which might indirectly reveal that he was not yet twenty-five years old, Ming Zeye would naturally not do it.
Moreover, when he heard that he asked him to adopt a child, Zhu Xingda didn't say much, which already proved that Zhu Xingda was twenty-five years old.
Therefore, leave the matter of raising children to Morohoshi as an adult.
Sometimes no explanation is the best explanation. Ming Zeye thought it would be better to let Zhu Xingda guess slowly.
After all, people always believe more in what they imagine.
Morohoshi started the car as usual. Although his face was calm, he was already a little more vigilant in his heart.
Because he remembered where he had seen this child.
Three years ago, there were children missing for no reason in New York for a period of time, and he was responsible for investigating the case at that time.
Although the trafficker was caught by him in the end, only three children were recovered.
And this kid with blue hair is one of them.
He remembered that this child had parents, but why did he seem to be an orphan now?
But what he is most worried about now is whether the child still remembers his appearance.
However, could it be that Brown La found out something and deliberately brought this child for adoption to expose his identity... No, with Brown La's character, he would not do such a troublesome thing...
Zhu Xingda thought a little solemnly and couldn't help but hold the steering wheel tightly.
In the back seat, Ming Zeye put his hand out of his pocket and was about to take out a cigarette to smoke.
But then I thought about the fact that there was a child sitting next to me, and I followed him around the street for more than two hours. He must be tired and hungry now, so the cigarette case in my hand was replaced by compressed biscuits.
"Eat it." Ming Zeye put the compressed biscuit in Chris's hand.
"Thank you!" Chris looked at the small cube in his hand with some surprise. He knew this kind of biscuit. He heard that eating such a small piece is equivalent to eating a meal, and he will not be hungry again.
Chris carefully tore open the wrapping paper and took a small bite. Although it was a bit stiff, it was sweet and had a sesame flavor.
It was infinitely better than the dark, unknown things he usually ate in the orphanage.
Hilton Street was very close to their original location, and after a while, the car stopped in front of a villa.
"Take Chris back to the hotel to rest first, and take him to go through the adoption procedures tomorrow." After Ming Zeye said that, he got out of the car.
Then, Ming Zeye took out his mobile phone, edited an email and sent it to Zhu Xingda.
[By the way, let’s check Chris’s background and why he was still out in the early hours of the morning. ——Brora]
After the car drove away, Ming Zeye looked at the familiar-looking villa in front of him and climbed in through the wall on the side.
After landing, Ming Zeye skillfully picked the lock, pushed open the door, and entered the house.
Ming Zeye looked at the familiar decoration style in front of him. Although he was a little surprised, he was not surprised.
The villa that Ming Heyu decorated for him can almost be said to be a replica of this villa. Whether it is the decoration style or the placement of items, the general location is almost exactly the same.
Ming and Yu probably felt that seeing familiar things could somewhat awaken some of his memories.
But it also made it easier for him to find the master bedroom.
Ming Zeye came to the door of the master bedroom with ease and familiarity. The moment he opened the door, Ming Zeye was slightly stunned, with a rare look of surprise on his face.
The walls were covered with photos of Sharon Wynyard, or rather Belmod, the wardrobe had a half-length photo of Belmod, the quilt on the bed had a full-length photo of Belmod, and the pillows also had Belmod printed on them. Germany's mug shot.
Ming Zeye: "..."
This is very similar to some two-dimensional enthusiasts in the previous life who covered their rooms with posters of some anime characters and called them "wives".
I'm afraid he may have entered a dead house's home...
Mingzeye is now particularly glad that Mingheyu didn't decorate his bedroom like the original owner's bedroom, which was covered with Belmod.
But there is one thing to say, the original owner does have a good taste. Belmode needs good looks and a good figure. Apart from being a little older, he can hardly find any faults.
If he were the original owner, even though he couldn't be obsessed with it to the point of perversion, he would still like it.
It's a pity that they are not from the same dimension.
He had no interest in the Paper Man.
