Chapter 258: Really good at picking up |
It was dark.
Usually at this time, Mike and Gwen had already returned home, but today, because of the man Gwen found and picked up, they delayed going home.
The man was draped in a thin, ill-fitting windbreaker, and the lower half of his body was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were crumbling and ready to fall apart, just like a homeless man.
At this time, the man sat on a chair in Mike’s store, hunched back, with dull eyes, not at all like a man in his prime, but rather like an old man in his old age, all thoughts are lost.
Gwen hugged Mike and put it in the shop, standing in front of the man with the blanket he covered while basking in the sun, and whispered: “Uncle, here you are.”
Hearing the childish voice full of concern, the man’s dull eyes swayed slightly, his eyes fell on Gwen.
Gwen showed a smile to the man, and handed the blanket in his hand.
The man’s dry lips trembled slightly, and a voice that seemed to be squeezed out of a torn throat appeared from the man’s mouth.
“Thanks.”
Feeling the body gradually warmed up, the man’s numb and cold eyes, but also gradually warmed up.
“My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent.”
“Bruce.”
The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself a little tighter, then silence.
Gwen looked at the man, not knowing what to say, so she brought the man a glass of water and then sat down to the side.
Looking at the other man’s back, Gwen folded her arms together and put her chin up, her small head guessing what had happened to the other man.
“It must be something really hard.”
She muttered in a small voice, remembering the scene where she saw the other person.
The weather had warmed up now, but the temperature outside was still touching because of the light rain that had fallen all day.
Fortunately, it was Sunday and Gwen didn’t have to go to school or cram school.
She slept in, ate the breakfast her dad left for her, and was going to come to the store, but Aunt Carter, the family next door, pulled her in and treated her to steak.
After eating, she rubbed her stomach and went back home, finished her homework and watched TV for a while.
As the time approached six o’clock, she was holding an umbrella, ready to pick up her dad and go home.
And just as she was walking down an alley not far from the store, she saw this uncle who was drenched in the rain.
At that time, he was cowering by a garbage can, with a small puddle under him, just quietly being drenched in the rain, simply worse than when Peter was bullied and thrown into the water.
“Uncle, do you need help?”
Gwen asked in a small voice.
There was no response, only the sparse sound of falling rain.
“Uncle! Do you need help!?”
Gwen raised her voice and asked again.
The man was still lying still in the puddle, like a …… dying fish.
She suddenly remembered the fat-headed fish her father had knocked unconscious when he was killing the fish.
There was no response.
Gwen poked the other side carefully with an umbrella, see the other side is still motionless after the small face a white, backwards sucked in a breath of cold air.
I don’t think so, I don’t think he’s dead!
Gwen learned from the TV, holding the umbrella half crouched down, the small hand to the other side of the nose, feel the warm breath, with a sigh of relief.
Looking at each other, Gwen sighed, put the umbrella in her hand on the ground, after covering the rain for the other’s head, held up another umbrella, half squatting on the ground, the umbrella tilted, giving each other to cover the rain, took out her cell phone and called Mike.
Perhaps the sudden disappearance of the rain made Bruce lying on the ground back to his senses, his eyelids slightly rolled, eyes open a slit, in the dim sky, saw a small face of anxiety and worry.
Is it in …… worrying about him?
Bruce heart has a kind of inexplicable sour and touched, but the thought of the murdered Betty, his heart once again became a cold.
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 mood, a lurid green veins emerged on the surface of his body.
Rampant power flowed through his body, and Bruce’s eyes were tinged with a touch of green.
“Daddy, come save him, I’m waiting for you oh!”
Suddenly, the childish voice reached his ears again, and he took a deep breath, barely suppressing the sadness and anger that welled up in his heart.
Instantly, the abnormality in his body disappeared.
Just then, Gwen put the phone away, looked at Bruce on the ground, and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, my dad is coming.”
The childish warm voice with the pounding rain, as if it fell on his heart, rippling a little.
No more than half a minute later, he heard unfamiliar footsteps, followed by an unfamiliar voice.
“Gwen.”
“Dad!”
Gwen looked up, looked at Mike, and said, “Let’s help him, okay? If this goes on, he’ll die.”
It would be good to die like this.
Heart like dead Bruce in the heart of a bitter smile.
Mike bent down and smiled at Gwen: “While he’s still alive, let’s take him back and make human buns!”
The tone of voice is serious, not like a joke.
People, human flesh buns?
Hearing this, even in this state of Bruce’s heart cannot help but flooded with a cold feeling, he could not help but open his eyes, wanting to see what kind of devil is the person who can say this calmly.
He wants to die, but does not want to be eaten, the important thing is, if those people eat him, will also occur mutation?
“Dad, do not joke!”
Gwen looked at Mike without good grace, but could not help but laugh, and suddenly found the man on the ground after opening his eyes, surprised, “Dad, look! He’s opened his eyes.”
“Hmm.”
Mike glanced at the other person, always felt that this decadent face was a bit familiar, but after thinking about it, he didn’t seem to have seen it at all.
“Go, pick up and go to do human buns!”
Mike smiled, and the man on the floor lifted a hand and walked to the store amidst Gwen’s dissatisfied cry.
For some reason, listening to this father-daughter conversation, Bruce’s heart was strangely warmed up.
“Gwen!”
A shout, awakened Gwen in the memory.
Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at Mike who called her, waved Mike to her, and she ran over.
“Bring it to him.”
Mike brought a bowl of noodles to Gwen.
Gwen sniffed it with a gluttonous look.
Come home tonight and you can make whatever you want.
“Oh!”
Gwen smiled happily.
Mike looked up at Gwen to the other side after the end of the past, looking at the man sitting there like a block of wood, pinching his chin and muttered, “Bruce?”
Mike heard everything Gwen said to the other party.
Now look at the other side of the face, but really Bruce Banner.
Dear daughter, you really will pick up……
