Chapter 1404: Please substitute for Mandarin in the American TV series

"Snapped!"
The light suddenly turned on in an instant, the dazzling halo was cold, and some aging electric lights on the line also exuded a slight buzzing sound above, and the cold air of the opened refrigerator diffused, making people unconsciously startled goose bumps.
There was a momentary distortion in the girl's eyes, blank.
Well, the girl admitted that at the moment when the light appeared, she was not only at a loss in front of her eyes, but also stunned for a while.
But this should not be blamed on her, after all, this is the first time she encountered such a thing, and did not have much experience.
The refreshed girl quickly calmed down. She didn't think about how to escape or hide for the first time, but stood coldly.
Just like her father, she would do it if she refused to accept it.
Of course, the girl does not know who her father is.
"Om-Om-"
The old light bulb emits an annoying sound, buzzing around the girl's ears, the surroundings are quiet, the food still emits a charming fragrance, but at this time the girl smells like a rotten smell.
Disturbing.
A shotgun, an older Asian man.
The girl was silent, the endless waves of waves in her beautiful big eyes, and then one of her eyes slowly narrowed an arc, a dangerous arc.
The shotgun was trembling.
This is an old double-barreled shotgun. The shotgun itself is old enough and full of history, but it can be seen that it is well maintained by its owner, and the barrel is polished brightly both inside and outside.
The cold light shone.
The owner of the firearm wore a ridiculous pajamas, which seemed to be a family model, with cartoon patterns on it, which looked a little funny, but the girl could not laugh.
Time has covered the ditch on his face. These Asians are all the same in the eyes of the girl, but judging from the age and greasiness of his face, it should be about 40 or 50 years old.
It can be seen that he is also nervous.
The hand holding the gun trembles, and even the muzzle trembles continually, perhaps because of tension, or because of old age and weakness, and has no strength.
But the girl just stared at the muzzle.
She was thinking.
I wondered if I could block the bullet at the moment it came out.
This is a challenge, she never tried.
The two of them in the kitchen were silent, and the sound of rain was getting smaller outside. Only the song slowly floating, melodious, mixed with the bell of the church knocking on the wall.
The atmosphere remained silent and frozen.
The elderly Asian man's expression seemed to freeze on his face, with anger, because of the anger of the uninvited guest, but also with the panic of the late-night intruder, and the fierceness of standing up.
He raked his body, and his small eyes were surrounded by the muscles of the surrounding face, so that the girl could not see his eyes clearly.
Perhaps he is older than he guessed.
The girl's head turned to this idea.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, he will yell and catch a thief in the next moment! Little robber! Or tell me to get out! Expel curses like that.
Girls have seen more.
She encountered such a thing more than once, such a situation, even when she normally walked into the supermarket and wanted to shop.
She also tried to pretend to be a normal person, but it seems that there are always ubiquitous eyes around her, which makes her feel guilty and make her angry.
Why should she live like this.
Why do people like them only live like this.
She was not reconciled but unable to resist.
The resistance will only make the situation worse and worse. Although the current situation is already very bad, only some people are targeting them.
Those idiots are naturally happy to laugh at others, and it seems that they can't live without laughing at others.
How many people can't stand it because of ridicule, and only exposed themselves in public, such things... I have seen more on TV.
The girl stared indifferently at the elderly Asian man in front of her.
Her gaze looked around casually... and found a place to store the meat. If she ran away for a while, she would have to take something by the way.
Otherwise she will not be full.
The Asian man stared at the little girl in front of him, his eyes gradually became more complicated, from the initial anger to a startle, thinking about calmness, silence, and so on.
His muzzle shook away, but eventually he sighed and dropped the gun.
"Are you...they?"
He turned his head away from seeing the little girl, as if it would give her a sense of security.
The girl was silent, then nodded her face indifferently.
The Asian man was silent for a moment, and seemed to be pondering what to say. After a few seconds, he slowly said, "...Don't be afraid of the girl, I won't call the police."
"You didn't eat, I'll make something for you."
The girl didn't answer, still looking at the scene coldly.
"Pharaoh, who is it?"
An equally old female voice came upstairs, and there seemed to be a voice wearing slippers to go downstairs.
The Asian man made a slight movement, then whispered, "... nothing, a guest."
"...In the evening, what kind of guests..."
The man upstairs was slightly stunned, and seemed to be guilty, but the sound of wearing shoes quickly disappeared, and then the above returned to silence.
The Asian man glanced at the girl and motioned her to be on the high stool by the table.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious...just soon."
The man is the owner of this restaurant, but his age is too old to withstand the increasing number of jobs. Fortunately, his children can successfully take over and take over the position of chef of this restaurant.
During the day, the elderly Asian men are mostly responsible for the fight, or they can also serve as waiters and cashiers.
But this does not mean that his skills are rusty.
Skilled to open the fire and heat the pot, he quickly took out a bowl of clear soup sprinkled with a little chopped green onion. The amount was not much. After placing the bowl on the table in front of the girl, he whispered that you eat first, then Get busy again.
It was already late in the night, and he didn't make dishes that were very loud at the time of production. There was only a little girl, and even if she was very hungry, she couldn't eat too much.
But Asian men still make a lot of dishes that can be eaten when they are cold.
Even if you can't eat for a while, you can pack and bring it back.
There shouldn't be many opportunities for girls to come. Even if she intends to help her, it may be very unsafe or even dangerous during her journey here.
Adoption... is even more impossible.
Unless it is never hidden in the basement, it will never be safe, even so... maybe the danger will come to you that day.
"Ah... iniquity."
The Asian man sighed.
It's Chinese, the girl tilted her head and didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
The green onion noodle in the clear soup is in front of the girl, sniffing the fragrance from the ramen. The girl seemed hesitant. She was very cautious all the way, but after all, she was just a little girl.
In the face of hunger and food, she chose to compromise.
Taking a deep breath, the girl tempted.
"Suck--"
Soon, she started swallowing. She doesn't use chopsticks but she doesn't seem to need it. In front of real hunger, these are all irrelevant and even negligible problems.
Men have been working hard in the city of New York for many years, and have even taken root and taken wives and children. The dishes and practices of restaurants have long been localized and localized. Although they are Chinese food, there is no uncomfortable situation.
The girl was very delicious.
After all, it has been a long time since I have eaten a full meal, and compared to those fast food-style synthetic foods, the taste of Chinese restaurants is more intense.
The girl swallowed.
The elderly Asian man had already finished this late night meal. He packed and sorted some food, put it aside quietly and walked to a position far away from the girl.
He knew that the girl had no sense of security.
I am afraid that these people... have no sense of security and live in fear every day.
There is no good way for men, the whole world is against them, not just this city, this country, everyone stands on their opposites, the entire humanity is.
The words are slight, even if the man himself does not feel bad, at this time it has no effect, even dare not make a sound.
And in fact, there is so little resistance in the man's heart.
He doesn't feel bad about these people now, that's because he wasn't hurt, and the man knows why the entire human race is resisting them because they can't control themselves and often get out of control.
No matter whether it is intentional or unintentional, out of control or other reasons, once an accident occurs, it can never be recovered.
All those who hate these people are relatives and friends who have been hurt by them.
Every day on the TV.
For example, in the Westchester incident, although things have passed, who can pay for the lives of those six hundred people? The deceased passed away forever, and nothing can be exchanged back.
The Asian man also knew very well that if one day his wife and son were surprised by these people, I am afraid that he would not choose to forgive them, and he would immediately transform himself...become a member of the boycott.
His pitiful little girl's situation, the situation of these people, also understand the mood of those who hate them.
Human beings are so contradictory.
After hesitating for a while, the man couldn't help but ask, "Girl... do you have a place to live."
The little girl paused when she heard the swallowing motion, raised her head slightly, looked at the other person alertly, did not speak, but did not immediately choose to leave.
Asian men already knew the answer.
There was silence again between the two of them, the dim light shining, and there was only the sound of the little girl chewing and the buzz of the old circuit in the silent back kitchen.
The girl eats very fast, and before long, she has eaten the food in front of her.
She hiccupped and immediately covered her mouth, and there seemed to finally be a hint of blood on her pale skin...after all, she was just a child.
The Asian man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face also changed. He pushed the food he had prepared and told the girl.
"In the future... you can come again, but it is best not to be seen."
This is also something that can't be done. It's not that Asian men don't want to have a relationship with her.
Girls are clearly more aware of this than Asian men.
She didn't speak. Silence seemed to be the best answer. She took the food silently, then slowly backed towards the door.
The Asian man only noticed that the lock on the iron door was not pryed open, but that the entire door bolt had been completely deformed, as if hit by a heavy object.
Ok...it seems that the door needs to be repaired.
"The next time you come... stop breaking the door," the man whispered.
Repairing the door is very troublesome.
The girl had come to the door, and when she heard this sentence, she seemed to finally show a smile almost imperceptible.
"I will."
She whispered, then turned around and walked out, and then a word came quickly from outside the door.
"Thank you."
The Asian man smiled, shook his head, and began to pack up...
"Why do you want to start with the universe cube?"
"Or...how did you know the universe cube."
The extraction is still not over.
But the existing silver silk thread has been wrapped in Yi Chao's hands, winding into a sphere, that is part of the memory extracted from the deadpool, countless pictures flickering in the sphere surrounded by the silk thread~EbookFREE.me~ Same Countless memories flow into Yi's eyes like movies.
"Aren't you a memory that you can extract! Then you are watching it yourself!"
Obviously, Deadpool cannot be expected to give a correct or polite answer. Hearing Yi Chou's question, he will not let any opportunity scream immediately.
And this is the problem.
Deadpool doesn't know why he did this, or how he learned it.
Yi Chou did extract a part of the memory from Deadpool's head, but there were few useful things. It seems that Deadpool itself did not know too much.
But Yi Chou did not believe it.
His action goal is clear and clearly premeditated. Secondly, this is his autonomous action. No other person intervenes. There must be no information found. Yi Xuan does not believe that he can hide his magic, then there are... other reasons. .
"Yes, no!" the Deadpool shouted.
Yi Xiao said that he didn't want to take care of him, and after giving him a mute spell, the world was immediately cleared, as if he did not exist.
Ok? and many more……
Yi Chao, who is continuing to deepen the magic, suddenly moved a little, as if something had to happen, this kind of whim.
It wasn’t the Rainbow Bridge, the battle was still going on, the roar was ringing, it was fierce, and it seemed to be just the beginning.
So... it's Neverland.
Yi Xiao quickly locked in the possible causes, hell... I hope it's not a big deal...
At the same time, in different places, it is still in a parallel earth of this universe, and cold is sweeping there, like a cold current spreading throughout the world.
From the temperature, from the deep heart, chill.
In a dilapidated abandoned factory, the girl still shrank.