Vol 9 Chapter 1: Brothers and kidnapping

Snow fell into the edge of the shimmering window in the dark night, accumulating its own thickness a little bit. The car still parked in the lane is being slowly covered up, and it is destined not to start tomorrow. The people in the room seemed to be completely unaware of the snow falling outside the window. The shadow printed in the closed window was the only dynamic with the page turning action every ten minutes.
Brush it!
In the dark, the white accumulating on the window sill was picked up by a hand probing into the shimmer, and then, bang!
The sound was loud enough, but the people in the window didn't seem to hear it at all, and they remained still. It wasn't time to turn the pages every ten minutes.
Wow!
The whole window was shaking, showing the impatience of the knocker.
There was a movement in the window. Shadows kept gathering, the curtains were opened, and the bright oblique sides illuminated a space outside the window. Nothing at all.
The spectacled man, still holding a book that seemed to be some years old, looked at the window doubtfully and looked outside, only to be surprised by the snow outside.
"!" The glasses man remembered his car parked in the driveway. It quickly disappeared into the window. Soon, the lights on the front porch lit up. The spectacled man hugged his shoulders and dashed halfway towards the car he was really buried in.
But he didn't come out to park. He only opened the trunk, breathing white mist in the snow, and picked up the carton that looked very heavy from the compartment.
Obviously, it was impossible to move the boxes in the carriage. The glasses man grumbled irritably, rushed back into the room, and then repeated.
When he moved the box for the third time and walked into the room, a figure appeared in the darkness. He watched the glasses man gasping and stepped onto the front porch and entered the room. He stepped into the light in one step and walked towards the hurriedly. The rear compartment opened, staring at the last carton inside, his face gloomy.
The seal of the carton has been opened, but it does not affect the reading of the bill of lading information above, by the faint light that bypasses the rear car cover-
The sender, road, road, road, road, desert villa, an old man.
No more mysteries. The gloomy Dell, completely opened the carton, stared at the neatly arranged books, and pulled out a random--
"Cain of God's Punishment".
Knowing the sound of Suo Suo, accompanied by the heavy breathing after physical work, the glasses man muttered "the last box, the last box ..." while approaching the already occupied rear compartment.
So, of course, frightened.
"what!!"
Dale turned his head and glanced at the embarrassed spectacled man sitting in the snow, expressionless, looking back at the book in his hand, "Father. His room is dark."
The glasses man fluttered on the ground and did not stand up because, "Brother, brother? Brother !!!"
"Where is my father." Dale still expressionless, staring at the book in his hand.
"You're back !!!" Continue to flutter, the body controlled by emotions, not as obedient as the glasses man expected, and his is still in close contact with the snow.
"Stop shouting." Dell kept his volume, "I ask you, father."
The glasses man gave up, looked at Dell's profile, opened his mouth, and stopped.
Dell no longer repeats his question. He looks sideways, looking down at the man on the ground, waiting for the answer.
Snowflakes are floating. Come personally, talk, please break this quiet.
"He is dead." Uh, sorry, "Father passed away. A year ago, a group of people infiltrated the Moriarty Manor to have a party. The father went to chase and died."
Dell still has no expression, it may be that the temperature paralyzes the facial nerve, who knows. His only reaction was to turn around and glance at the dark room on the right side of the house. Then, bypass the car and walk to the front porch.
When the glasses man still sitting on the ground pushed in the door of Dell, "this is my house now. But your room is still the same, you can live at any time ..." The glasses man shut up.
Hey. I don't know how to explain this situation. But imagine that if a brother who has been away from home for more than ten years suddenly shows his face, the first sentence is that you tell him that your father has died, and the second sentence is that you come back to live. Well, okay ...
Spectacled man took a few deep breaths against the car's butt, and finally stood up after supporting the car. After looking at the opened box in the back of the box, he pouted his lips, hugged it, closed the car, and went back.
Home should be the greatest invention of mankind, no matter what is outside-climate, environment ... home is home. Warm makes people sleepy.
The glasses man watched Dell stand in the dark room for a while, "Cloth ..."
"Dell." Dale came out of the dark room. "My name is Dale Walker." His eyes swept across the box in the arms of the spectacled man. The warm environment restored his facial expression, a disgust. Then, "preparing hot water, hot food." Without further explanation, I went out again.
The glasses man stayed in place for a while. Shake his head, put down a few boxes that have been stacked in the study, and then go to execute his brother's orders.
Even if there is the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, there is also the buzzing sound of the microwave oven rotating in the kitchen. The spectacled man still heard what appeared at the door ... restlessness.
What was printed in his glasses was his elder brother, carrying a strip of black, creeping cloth bags, and re-entering the house.
"This, this is ..."
The cloth bag was thrown to the corner of the living room, the sealed drawstring was loosened, and a head swayed and arched out.
"You, you ... your friend?" The glasses man supported the wall beside him.
Who needs to introduce this guy who can only make a whine ... Forget it, let him arch it there, arch hard, arch as hard as possible.
Dell checked the shackles of the arched guy, "Yes, my friend." He pulled out a roll of black cloth tape and reinforced the blockage on his mouth. Perfect, woo woo can't send it out.
The ‘ding—’ of the rescue is a reminder that the food is ready.
"Phi, pizza." The glasses man walked toward the kitchen against the wall, trying to keep his voice steady. "The sausages are added ... But, there are no more sausages. I left my dinner ..."
"It doesn't matter, it's hot." Dell is very short, easily over the spectacled man by the wall, walks into the kitchen familiarly, takes out the dish familiarly, picks out the fork that looks very old, familiarizes himself Lu returned to the living room, pulled the antenna on the TV, turned on the TV, and gave a punch, by the way, only the screen of 'Snowflake' appeared.
Food was already being delivered, and the channel was constantly being changed until it stopped on a channel with local news.
"You, your friend needs ..."
"No need." Above the cheeks, which are constantly relaxing because of chewing, are eyes focused on the news. Obviously something bad is happening in this city where beasts are attacking human beings, and reporters are suggesting that citizens reduce travel.
"Me, I'll make your bed."
The man turned his eyes against the wall.
"Stay here." Dell didn't look at his brother, like a stranger, "where I can see."
"I just went ..." The glasses guy probably didn't predict this at all--
Dell drew his gun and placed it on the armrest of the sofa.
Someone in the corner, the arch was more intense.
The spectacled man stayed against the wall for a while, then slowly walked to Dell and sat down on the sofa next to it, not knowing what he was thinking. It may be life.
"You, will you stay?" The glasses guy presumably put his life on this issue.
"will not."
"one night?"
"One hour."
Did the elder brother who hadn't appeared for more than ten years appear to dominate the emotions; or was the person struggling with the gun and corner in the elder brother's hand dominated the emotions. This difficult problem in life makes the face of the glasses man tangled together.
Almost a bright light in the dark, the eye of the glasses man who dare not face Dell's face, saw the book corner exposed in Dell's arms.
The old corner proved that this was the book that Dell had just taken out of the box.
"Zhuang, the operation of the manor in the past few years has been pretty good." This is just the beginning, the glasses man said hastily, "People often come to visit, this is not, just, I just received a collection from someone ... … "He lifted his finger like an electric shock and lowered the corner of Dale's arms." Book, book. "Withdrew his hand quickly.
Dell's complexion began to grow gloomy. The tiny muscle beside the nose is twisting.
"Uh ... if you want, you can take it away, no, it doesn't matter ..." The glasses guy obviously misunderstood.
"What are you looking at when I knock on the window." A low, bad tone.
"Then, that's you? ..." Before Dell touched the gun, he was even more hasty, "" Noble "! It is a story about a person who keeps using the, er, strange way to become a noble in order to obtain privileges! "
"Strange." The muscle continued to twitch. "For example, looking at someone with red eyes, is that like that."
"Uh, yes." The glasses man froze for a moment. "How do you know?"
"Because I watched it too." Dell stared at his brother. "That's the history of Toledo."
"Trust what?"
Dell stopped talking.
The news is over. Dell should not see what he wants to see, but in his current situation, this should be a good thing. Dell got up. "You go into the bathroom with me."
"I……"
The gun was carried by Dell, so the glasses man obeyed.
If there is a ‘Most Strange Brothers Reunion Award’ in this world, please send it here.
Let's not go to witness the award ceremony in the bathroom. Very good, let's stay in the living room and watch the guy who doesn't arch through the corners and the colored spots that start to scattered around him.
"Sorry, I think my presence made him a smoother journey." The blurred figures gathered by the colorful lights crouched in the corner.
Arch, arch.
The blurry figure shook his head. "You know, I really don't know if you want more, or more of him. But seriously, the two of you really make my work difficult."
Arch, arch.
"Hey, maybe Toredo should hire a shadow man. But I have nothing to complain about." The blurry figure reached out, as if to untie the guy in the corner.
The struggle was so intense that it hurt to look at it for a while. It seemed to hit the air wall, and I couldn't touch the other person's hand. It made the illusionary person who was monologous here speechless.
"Uh. The son of the general." It was a phantom man with a blurred human figure, and he had no hands at all. The air wall let his broken arm emit a colorful light spot. "You don't want to be saved? Are you serious? This is you The most intense desire at this time? Do you want to stay with this kidnapper? "
Arch, arch.
The illusion man stepped back two steps, reunited his hands reluctantly, and spread out helplessly, "Uh, who cares what this spectacled man will look like, and you are not the policeman here."
Arch, arch.
"You are too wide. Do you think Dell thought it was his brother who secretly did it? Misunderstanding between them caused tragedy and tragedy. What happened to us is a problem among their human brothers. "
Arch, arch.
"Sorry, sorry." The phantom seems to regret that he said the wrong thing. "I know you are human too. My fault, but I mean it's not our business. Understand. If this Dell is paranoid about aliens, And created a human tragedy, that is his problem, look at yourself, you are more innocent than his brother, do n’t you. You can understand this, he Dell fears aliens, and as a result kidnapped you, you say how pitiful you are, How unfortunate it is to save you now ... "
Arch, arch.
The illusion's hand trying to get close to the corner collapsed into a light spot again.
"Why." The illusion lies on the ground sideways, and keeps the arch guy in peace, "Why." The tone of losing faith, "Why is this job so difficult?"
Dialogue with desire is also a wonderful thing ~
"Do you want me to go? Ha ha." The phantom's blurred face shook. "I want to go, no matter you. But do you know what happened to the soul alien who failed the commission. 咻咻 咻 ~" What the may be Imitate the onomatopoeia where the blood of a vampire penetrates every light spot, "So, I guess I'm trapped. Trapped by you, an unreasonable human being."
Arch, arch.
"Who's there!" The wet half wet the floor, and the front of Dell's dripping arm was the muzzle, facing someone who had stopped arching.
This is instinct.
"Who are you talking to!" Dell's muzzle was extremely accurate in the corner of his head.
"He, he can't talk, brother you ..."
"Shut up!" Dell's gun was in front of the glasses man's face.
Human tragedy, right?
Someone in the corner arched more intensely, almost bouncing.
Finally, his bouncing successfully attracted the muzzle back to his direction.
Dell's sight seemed to be a simulation of ballistics, catching someone in the corner. Dell spoke again, "You are stupid."
nod.
The gun in Dell's hand was put down, but his eyes looked around the living room where no one else was, not talking, and turned back to the bathroom.
The obscure figure rejoined the guy in the corner and lay on the floor. "You know this is an endless loop, right, Dell is using you."
Arch, arch, just ah, it seems that I did not have the strength just now, and withered.
"He probably knew that there were aliens following you, and you are his golden oil. He completely controlled the situation in his way, so that you were bound by him physically and mentally, and provided protection for him ..." Shaking his head, "Forget it, why should I waste time talking to you. Hey, why, why. The baby is uncomfortable."