Chapter 258
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It's getting dark.
At this time, Mike and Gwen have gone home, but today, because Gwen found and picked up the man, they delayed the time to go home.
The man was wearing a thin, ill fitting windbreaker, and his lower body was wearing a pair of broken blue jeans that would break at any time, just like a tramp.
At this time, the man was sitting on the chair in Mike's shop, stooping his back and staring blankly. He didn't look like an upright man at all. Instead, he looked like an old man in his twilight years, who was disillusioned.
Gwen held Mike in his arms and put it in the store. He stood in front of the man with the blanket he covered in the sun and whispered, "uncle, here you are."
Hearing the childish voice full of care, the man's dull eyes slightly shook, and his eyes fell on Gwen.
Gwen smiled at the man and handed him the blanket.
The man's dry lips trembled slightly, and a voice that seemed to squeeze from his torn throat appeared from the man's mouth.
"Thank you."
Gwen opened the blanket and put it on the man.
Feeling the body warming up gradually, the man's numb and cold eyes are also warming up gradually.
"My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent."
"Bruce."
The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and then became silent.
Gwen looked at the man and didn't know what to say, so he brought him a glass of water and sat aside.
Looking at the other side's back, Gwen folded his arms together, put his chin on it, and guessed what had happened to the other side in his small head.
"It should be a very uncomfortable thing."
She whispered and remembered the scene when she saw each other.
Although the weather has warmed up now, the temperature outside is still touching because of the light rain all day.
Fortunately, today is Sunday. Gwen doesn't have to go to school or go to cram school.
She slept late and ate the breakfast her father left for her. She originally wanted to come to the store, but aunt Carter, who lived next door, took her home and invited her to have steak.
After eating, she touched her stomach and went home, finished her homework and watched TV for a while.
When it was almost six o'clock, she was holding an umbrella and preparing to pick up her father home.
And when she walked to an alley not far from the store, she saw this uncle who was drenched in rain.
At that time, he was huddled by the garbage can, and there was a small puddle under him. He was so quietly drenched by the rain, which was worse than Peter when he was bullied and thrown into the water.
"Uncle, do you need help?"
Gwen asked in a low voice.
There was no response, only the sparse sound of rain.
"Uncle! Do you need help!?"
Gwen raised his voice and asked again.
The man is still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... Dying fish?
She suddenly remembered the fat headed fish whose father was knocked unconscious when he was killing fish.
No response.
Gwen carefully poked the other party with his umbrella. When he saw that the other party was still motionless, he turned pale and took a breath.
Should not, should not die!
Gwen imitated the way he looked on TV, squatted down with an umbrella in his hand, put his small hand under each other's nose, felt the warm breath, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the other party's appearance, Gwen sighed, put his umbrella on the ground, covered the rain for the other party's head, held up another umbrella, half squatted on the ground, the umbrella tilted, covered the rain for the other party, took out his mobile phone, and called Mike.
Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the rain that made Bruce on the ground come to his senses. His eyelids slightly turned, his eyes opened a gap, and under the dark sky, he saw a small face of anxiety and worry.
Are you worried about him?
Bruce felt inexplicably sad and moved, but his heart became cold again when he thought of Betty who had been killed.
It's all because of him. It's all his fault
He blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations of his mood, terrifying green blood vessels emerged on the body surface.
The violent force was flowing in his body, and Bruce's eyes were stained with green.
"Dad, come and save him, I'll wait for you!"
Suddenly, the childish voice reached his ears again. He took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart.
In an instant, the abnormality on him disappeared.
Just then, Gwen put his cell phone away, looked at Bruce on the ground and whispered, "don't be afraid, my father is coming."
With the beating rain, the tender and warm voice seemed to fall on his heart, rippling a little.
Within half a minute, he heard strange footsteps, and then a strange voice rang out.
"Gwen."
"Dad!"
Gwen looked up at Mike and said, "shall we help him? If this goes on, he will die."
If you die like this, it's not bad.
Bruce, who was as sad as death, laughed bitterly in his heart.
Mike bent over and smiled at Gwen, "before he dies, let's take him back and make human flesh buns!"
The tone is serious, not like joking.
Human, human steamed stuffed bun?
Hearing this, Bruce, even in this state, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help opening his eyes and wanted to see what kind of devil the person who could calmly say this was.
He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will they also mutate?
"Dad, don't be kidding!"
Gwen looked at Mike angrily, but couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, he found that the man on the ground opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Dad, look! He opened his eyes."
"Well."
Mike looked at each other and always felt that this decadent face was a little familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had never seen it at all.
"Go, pick it up and make human flesh buns!"
Mike smiled, lifted the man on the ground with one hand, and walked to the store in Gwen's dissatisfied cry.
Somehow, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Bruce's heart unexpectedly warmed up strangely.
"Gwen!"
A cry awakened Gwen in his memory.
Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at the Mike calling her, waved Mike to her, and she hurried over.
"Bring it to him."
Mike brings a bowl of noodles to Gwen.
Gwen smelled it and looked greedy.
Go home at night and do whatever you want.
"Oh!"
Gwen smiled happily.
Mike looked up at Gwen and brought it to the other side. Looking at the man sitting like a piece of wood, he pinched his chin and muttered, "Bruce?"
Mike heard what Gwen said to the other party just now.
Now look at each other's face, it's really Bruce Banner.
Dear daughter, you are really good at picking up
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It's getting dark.
At this time, Mike and Gwen have gone home, but today, because Gwen found and picked up the man, they delayed the time to go home.
The man was wearing a thin, ill fitting windbreaker, and his lower body was wearing a pair of broken blue jeans that would break at any time, just like a tramp.
At this time, the man was sitting on the chair in Mike's shop, stooping his back and staring blankly. He didn't look like an upright man at all. Instead, he looked like an old man in his twilight years, who was disillusioned.
Gwen held Mike in his arms and put it in the store. He stood in front of the man with the blanket he covered in the sun and whispered, "uncle, here you are."
Hearing the childish voice full of care, the man's dull eyes slightly shook, and his eyes fell on Gwen.
Gwen smiled at the man and handed him the blanket.
The man's dry lips trembled slightly, and a voice that seemed to squeeze from his torn throat appeared from the man's mouth.
"Thank you."
Gwen opened the blanket and put it on the man.
Feeling the body warming up gradually, the man's numb and cold eyes are also warming up gradually.
"My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent."
"Bruce."
The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and then became silent.
Gwen looked at the man and didn't know what to say, so he brought him a glass of water and sat aside.
Looking at the other side's back, Gwen folded his arms together, put his chin on it, and guessed what had happened to the other side in his small head.
"It should be a very uncomfortable thing."
She whispered and remembered the scene when she saw each other.
Although the weather has warmed up now, the temperature outside is still touching because of the light rain all day.
Fortunately, today is Sunday. Gwen doesn't have to go to school or go to cram school.
She slept late and ate the breakfast her father left for her. She originally wanted to come to the store, but aunt Carter, who lived next door, took her home and invited her to have steak.
After eating, she touched her stomach and went home, finished her homework and watched TV for a while.
When it was almost six o'clock, she was holding an umbrella and preparing to pick up her father home.
And when she walked to an alley not far from the store, she saw this uncle who was drenched in rain.
At that time, he was huddled by the garbage can, and there was a small puddle under him. He was so quietly drenched by the rain, which was worse than Peter when he was bullied and thrown into the water.
"Uncle, do you need help?"
Gwen asked in a low voice.
There was no response, only the sparse sound of rain.
"Uncle! Do you need help!?"
Gwen raised his voice and asked again.
The man is still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... Dying fish?
She suddenly remembered the fat headed fish whose father was knocked unconscious when he was killing fish.
No response.
Gwen carefully poked the other party with his umbrella. When he saw that the other party was still motionless, he turned pale and took a breath.
Should not, should not die!
Gwen imitated the way he looked on TV, squatted down with an umbrella in his hand, put his small hand under each other's nose, felt the warm breath, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the other party's appearance, Gwen sighed, put his umbrella on the ground, covered the rain for the other party's head, held up another umbrella, half squatted on the ground, the umbrella tilted, covered the rain for the other party, took out his mobile phone, and called Mike.
Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the rain that made Bruce on the ground come to his senses. His eyelids slightly turned, his eyes opened a gap, and under the dark sky, he saw a small face of anxiety and worry.
Are you worried about him?
Bruce felt inexplicably sad and moved, but his heart became cold again when he thought of Betty who had been killed.
It's all because of him. It's all his fault
He blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations of his mood, terrifying green blood vessels emerged on the body surface.
The violent force was flowing in his body, and Bruce's eyes were stained with green.
"Dad, come and save him, I'll wait for you!"
Suddenly, the childish voice reached his ears again. He took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart.
In an instant, the abnormality on him disappeared.
Just then, Gwen put his cell phone away, looked at Bruce on the ground and whispered, "don't be afraid, my father is coming."
With the beating rain, the tender and warm voice seemed to fall on his heart, rippling a little.
Within half a minute, he heard strange footsteps, and then a strange voice rang out.
"Gwen."
"Dad!"
Gwen looked up at Mike and said, "shall we help him? If this goes on, he will die."
If you die like this, it's not bad.
Bruce, who was as sad as death, laughed bitterly in his heart.
Mike bent over and smiled at Gwen, "before he dies, let's take him back and make human flesh buns!"
The tone is serious, not like joking.
Human, human steamed stuffed bun?
Hearing this, Bruce, even in this state, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help opening his eyes and wanted to see what kind of devil the person who could calmly say this was.
He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will they also mutate?
"Dad, don't be kidding!"
Gwen looked at Mike angrily, but couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, he found that the man on the ground opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Dad, look! He opened his eyes."
"Well."
Mike looked at each other and always felt that this decadent face was a little familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had never seen it at all.
"Go, pick it up and make human flesh buns!"
Mike smiled, lifted the man on the ground with one hand, and walked to the store in Gwen's dissatisfied cry.
Somehow, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Bruce's heart unexpectedly warmed up strangely.
"Gwen!"
A cry awakened Gwen in his memory.
Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at the Mike calling her, waved Mike to her, and she hurried over.
"Bring it to him."
Mike brings a bowl of noodles to Gwen.
Gwen smelled it and looked greedy.
Go home at night and do whatever you want.
"Oh!"
Gwen smiled happily.
Mike looked up at Gwen and brought it to the other side. Looking at the man sitting like a piece of wood, he pinched his chin and muttered, "Bruce?"
Mike heard what Gwen said to the other party just now.
Now look at each other's face, it's really Bruce Banner.
Dear daughter, you are really good at picking up
For a better reading experience, please visit the website of mobile version: /book/6685/
It's getting dark.At this time, Mike and Gwen have gone home, but today, because Gwen found and picked up the man, they delayed the time to go home.The man was wearing a thin, ill fitting windbreaker, and his lower body was wearing a pair of broken blue jeans that would break at any time, just like a tramp.At this time, the man was sitting on the chair in Mike's shop, stooping his back and staring blankly. He didn't look like an upright man at all. Instead, he looked like an old man in his twilight years, who was disillusioned.Gwen held Mike in his arms and put it in the store. He stood in front of the man with the blanket he covered in the sun and whispered, "uncle, here you are."Hearing the childish voice full of care, the man's dull eyes slightly shook, and his eyes fell on Gwen.Gwen smiled at the man and handed him the blanket.The man's dry lips trembled slightly, and a voice that seemed to squeeze from his torn throat appeared from the man's mouth."Thank you."Gwen opened the blanket and put it on the man.Feeling the body warming up gradually, the man's numb and cold eyes are also warming up gradually."My name is Gwen, Gwen Kent.""Bruce."The man whispered, pulled down the blanket, wrapped himself tightly, and then became silent.Gwen looked at the man and didn't know what to say, so he brought him a glass of water and sat aside.Looking at the other side's back, Gwen folded his arms together, put his chin on it, and guessed what had happened to the other side in his small head."It should be a very uncomfortable thing."She whispered and remembered the scene when she saw each other.Although the weather has warmed up now, the temperature outside is still touching because of the light rain all day.Fortunately, today is Sunday. Gwen doesn't have to go to school or go to cram school.She slept late and ate the breakfast her father left for her. She originally wanted to come to the store, but aunt Carter, who lived next door, took her home and invited her to have steak.After eating, she touched her stomach and went home, finished her homework and watched TV for a while.When it was almost six o'clock, she was holding an umbrella and preparing to pick up her father home.And when she walked to an alley not far from the store, she saw this uncle who was drenched in rain.At that time, he was huddled by the garbage can, and there was a small puddle under him. He was so quietly drenched by the rain, which was worse than Peter when he was bullied and thrown into the water."Uncle, do you need help?"Gwen asked in a low voice.There was no response, only the sparse sound of rain."Uncle! Do you need help!?"Gwen raised his voice and asked again.The man is still lying quietly in the puddle, like a... Dying fish?She suddenly remembered the fat headed fish whose father was knocked unconscious when he was killing fish.No response.Gwen carefully poked the other party with his umbrella. When he saw that the other party was still motionless, he turned pale and took a breath.Should not, should not die!Gwen imitated the way he looked on TV, squatted down with an umbrella in his hand, put his small hand under each other's nose, felt the warm breath, and breathed a sigh of relief.Looking at the other party's appearance, Gwen sighed, put his umbrella on the ground, covered the rain for the other party's head, held up another umbrella, half squatted on the ground, the umbrella tilted, covered the rain for the other party, took out his mobile phone, and called Mike.Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the rain that made Bruce on the ground come to his senses. His eyelids slightly turned, his eyes opened a gap, and under the dark sky, he saw a small face of anxiety and worry.Are you worried about him?Bruce felt inexplicably sad and moved, but his heart became cold again when he thought of Betty who had been killed.It's all because of him. It's all his faultHe blamed himself in his heart, and even because of the violent fluctuations of his mood, terrifying green blood vessels emerged on the body surface.The violent force was flowing in his body, and Bruce's eyes were stained with green."Dad, come and save him, I'll wait for you!"Suddenly, the childish voice reached his ears again. He took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart.In an instant, the abnormality on him disappeared.Just then, Gwen put his cell phone away, looked at Bruce on the ground and whispered, "don't be afraid, my father is coming."With the beating rain, the tender and warm voice seemed to fall on his heart, rippling a little.Within half a minute, he heard strange footsteps, and then a strange voice rang out."Gwen.""Dad!"Gwen looked up at Mike and said, "shall we help him? If this goes on, he will die."If you die like this, it's not bad.Bruce, who was as sad as death, laughed bitterly in his heart.Mike bent over and smiled at Gwen, "before he dies, let's take him back and make human flesh buns!"The tone is serious, not like joking.Human, human steamed stuffed bun?Hearing this, Bruce, even in this state, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help opening his eyes and wanted to see what kind of devil the person who could calmly say this was.He wants to die, but he doesn't want to be eaten. The important thing is, if those people eat him, will they also mutate?"Dad, don't be kidding!"Gwen looked at Mike angrily, but couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, he found that the man on the ground opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Dad, look! He opened his eyes.""Well."Mike looked at each other and always felt that this decadent face was a little familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he had never seen it at all."Go, pick it up and make human flesh buns!"Mike smiled, lifted the man on the ground with one hand, and walked to the store in Gwen's dissatisfied cry.Somehow, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Bruce's heart unexpectedly warmed up strangely."Gwen!"A cry awakened Gwen in his memory.Gwen rubbed his chin, looked at the Mike calling her, waved Mike to her, and she hurried over."Bring it to him."Mike brings a bowl of noodles to Gwen.Gwen smelled it and looked greedy.Go home at night and do whatever you want."Oh!"Gwen smiled happily.Mike looked up at Gwen and brought it to the other side. Looking at the man sitting like a piece of wood, he pinched his chin and muttered, "Bruce?"Mike heard what Gwen said to the other party just now.Now look at each other's face, it's really Bruce Banner.Dear daughter, you are really good at picking upFor a better reading experience, please visit the website of mobile version: /book/6685/
