Chapter 1414: Ten seconds before the traffic lights

Chapter 1414 Ten seconds before the traffic lights
After leaving Mr. Smith's restaurant, Mr. Purin walked alone on the street, and he was more like a passenger than a pedestrian.
He will look at the form of everything around him.
The lights in the window, the reflections of people on the glass, or a young and old in the restaurant, or something else... everything else that can move.
At the traffic lights, Teacher Prin stood on the pavement and waited, sitting next to a white-haired old man - he was really old and very old, and the age spots on his face were even gray.
The family of the old man bought something on the newsstand behind him.
"Good evening." Teacher Pu Lin looked at the changes on the lampposts across the street and did not look back. So he said hello to the old man in a wheelchair.
The old man is a bit like sleeping, his eyes are half-closed and half-closed... Maybe he is going to fall asleep at any time, just trying to keep himself from falling asleep - finally, this sound 'good evening' makes him awake Some.
He did wake up a little, and the turbidity in his eyes faded slightly. He lifted his head and saw the teacher, who was standing next to him, the pupil of the old man gradually opened up. He even opened his mouth and his fingers subconsciously grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.
It can be such a man, and the look that exists on the face of the old man is... fear.
"Don't come over!" The old man's figure is very low, and at the same time very fast, "Don't come close to me!"
"I didn't plan to get close to you." Teacher Purin still didn't go to see the old man. His eyes never even moved away from the opposite traffic lights, and there was a smile on his face - the smile didn't make much sense. Maybe just to make yourself look better.
The old man listened, and the fingers in the wheelchair gradually faded away... The look of a little nervous and fear on his face also tends to calm down. He also looks at the traffic lights across the road - still red, but it seems to be about to Enter the countdown phase of the red light.
"I know, I know." The old man whispered with a low gaze. "I know... I just can't bear it, no one can bear it."
"No one can stay forever, you have spent the whole life envied by others... I think, you should have no regrets." Teacher Purin finally moved his gaze and turned to look at the one next to him. Old man in a wheelchair.
The old man's gaze also greeted Prince Purin, the countdown number of the traffic lights across the road, and in the middle of their line of sight, suddenly started... starting with the number 9, and then the number 8.
This time is non-stop, it is constantly decreasing, up to ten seconds, no one knows what can be done... In the life of the person, in the 10 seconds before the traffic lights - what should be done?
"Maybe you should make a farewell." Teacher Puli whispered.
The old man quickly and hurriedly removed from the sight of Teacher Purin. He hurriedly turned around and looked at the family members who were paying before the newsstand.
He didn't blink, and he didn't want to waste for a second—perhaps he felt that he had wasted a lot of ten seconds before the traffic lights in his life.
His eyes swayed and eventually his eyes became wet... The traffic lights across the road finally turned green - ten seconds, so short.
When the green light illuminates, Teacher Prin moves, and he walks slowly across the road—at the same time, the heart of the old man suddenly jumps violently.
This brought him unprecedented pain. The old man painfully grabbed the clothes on his chest and fell down from the wheelchair. This shocked his family and alerted the boss of the newsstand. Also alerted the pedestrians.
"Father!!Father!!Help!Help!!!"
When people were in the fallen position of the old man, Teacher Purin had already reached the opposite side of the road. He looked around and then walked to the left.
"Help!Help!!!"
The man should be the son of the old man. At this moment, he is helplessly reporting the old man's body... The enthusiastic people began to help, and at this time, a black cat quietly left the crowd.
The cat disappeared at once.
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In the restaurant kitchen, Mr. Smith, who had completed the work at hand, sat down and poured himself a glass of ice water.
In fact, he didn't feel the heat. He didn't even sweat. Even though the air conditioner was installed in the kitchen, it was normal to have some slight sweat.
At this time, the waiter took the dish after the diners had finished eating and passed by Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith glanced at him. He was planning to drink water. He couldn’t even drink water at this time, and he dropped the cup directly—in fact, he was not thirsty.

Why didn’t these dishes move?
Mr. Smith suddenly stopped the waiter and frowned.
Is this the dish of that table?

As a chef, I naturally care about whether my own products are satisfactory to the diners. If the cooked diners are basically not moved, it is the biggest negation for the chef.
Mr. Smith even took a closer look, and he soon discovered that these dishes were made by himself, not the works of the second chef and the three chefs.
"Sir, that's the guest who said that the order is very strange." The waiter thought at this moment: "They later called a friend and ordered a total of three foods. The latter one is basically After eating, but the men and women did not eat East, basically they tasted each time."
Mr. Smith's brow wrinkled a little deeper... He stood up, stepped forward, took a fork, and quickly tasted the food that hadn't been moved.
He tasted it all... For the chef, every bit of it was enough to judge whether the product was good or bad—Mr. Smith quickly put down the fork...and there was no problem.
He believes that this is the best taste he can make - but the diners have barely touched it... If it is just something that is not eaten, it can be based on the other's picky eaters.
"You also taste it." Mr. Smith suddenly looked at the waiter.
The waiter groaned, but he didn't say anything. He also took the fork and tasted it one by one. "It tastes good, Mr. Smith, I don't think there is any problem."
She really feels that Mr. Smith's cooking is very good - this is the chef who is qualified to be the chef of Michelin's Samsung, how can the craftsmanship be bad.
"Where are the two diners now?" Mr. Smith is still very concerned about this matter.
"It has already been checked out, sir," the waiter said quickly.
"They..." Mr. Smith thought for a moment: "Have they said anything... intentionally or unintentionally, for these dishes."
The waiter said: "They just said that they were not very hungry, so they didn't eat it... In fact, I also asked at the time, after all, almost no action."

Not hungry? What are you going to do when you are not hungry?
Mr. Smith indulged for a while.
Think about it, is there anything else?

"It was the lady who said something... I think about it."
The waiter tried hard to recall that she once again discovered that it was difficult for her to recall the appearance of this pair of lovers - obviously this pair of men and women can give a deep impression.
"What did you say? Think about it." Mr. Smith looked even anxious, his eyes fixed.
The waiter said quickly: "Yes, what the lady said, time has passed."
"Time...Time?" Mr. Smith groaned and then browed again. "Is it past? Time has passed? What do you mean?"
The waiter just shrugged... She didn't really care about it, she even thought that her boss, Mr. Smith, seemed a bit too sensitive - even if it was Michelin's Samsung chef, it couldn't be said to be able to do it. Give food that everyone is happy with.
Doesn't some still refuse to eat pork?
"Sir, if there is nothing, I am going to work." When talking about the time, the waiter remembered that he was about to get off work. She didn't want to delay her work because she was chatting with each other here - even though she was It is your own boss.
Of course, if Mr. Smith is willing to pay her overtime expenses, it is natural.
"Let's go." Mr. Smith waved his hand and agreed.
But before the waiter left, he left the food that he hadn't eaten before and placed it in front of him.
Once again, he began to try the taste of the food he made. "Time... The time has passed? Is it a question of heat?"
Just as Mr. Smith was puzzled, the family phone rang. Calling Mrs. Elula, his mother, Mrs. Elula, said on the phone that Joe was gone, how could he not find it, and one more thing.
Mr. Smith stood up after listening to it. "What, called an ambulance?!"
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"I am going home!"
This has been suitable for Joe's fourth request - he was taken to a room after being rescued by the big sister from the bus.
This should look like a lady's room - or a mother's room.
Why do you think so? It was because Joe saw a photo of a family member in this room.
As a mother is a beautiful woman, and this mother has a lovely daughter... The age seems to be about the same size as Joe, at least the cute little girl in the photo looks like this age.
and so……
Yes, he was actually taken by this incredibly big sister, and he broke into the house of ordinary people privately, and he started to arbitrarily use the user's things without the consent of the owner of the house - mainly used in Joe's body.
"Go home? Yes, then you cut the box and sent it to your door!" Nero stepped on the chair and smiled at Joe, her hands were not idle. - Her hands are holding the cosmetics of the owner of this house, "Don't cry! I have a good eye makeup! I took it out and dug your eyes!"
Obviously, the of the former Michael Hall, which was cultivated for the purpose of fighting, does not have any experience in caring for the child itself - but it must be said that such a threat is actually compared to the little story in bedtime. Nuo Cao] is even more effective.
"I hate skirts, I don't want to wear skirts, I am a boy!" Joe sighed his nose and made aggrieved protest.
"Okay! I don't want to see it!" Nero couldn't care about this. At this time, the hand of the hand was thrown directly behind him, and Joe was brought up from the stool and placed on the mirror. before.
She even put her tongue out against her upper lip and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.
Joe in the mirror is wearing a pink skirt at the moment, and even a wig, like a delicate doll.
"Big sister... can you really defeat Mr. Death? I don't want to be a girl!"
"Don't make a noise, noisy you! Anyway, you don't need it now, don't know what it feels like! It's a pity!"
"I want to go home! I want to go home!"
At this point the owner of the house probably just came back, and heard the sound of the room upstairs... The hostess suddenly asked upstairs.
Nero did not care about this, directly into the silver-gray leopard, biting the clothes on Joe, and carrying him out of the window.
what--! ! ! !
When the house's hostess rushed to open the door and turned on the light, she immediately made a scream of screams - her room was slammed into the cabinet as if it had been visited by the most despicable thief. The saddest thing is that the things in front of her dressing table are almost cracked, broken and broken...
a mess.
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The ambulance soon drove into the town's hospitals - the local population was not large, but because of the university's relationship, the medical system did not fall too much - but obviously not very advanced .
Mr. Smith rushed to the hospital, and Mrs. Elula was already nervously waiting outside the emergency room.

Why is this?
Mr. Smith hurriedly asked.
Mrs. Elula cried and said, "I don't know. It was quite good at dinner, but Debra suddenly said that his stomach was very painful and very painful. I can only call an ambulance."
"What about people?"
"In the inside, the doctor just went in bad."
Mr. Smith took a deep breath and took a deep breath. He glanced at the light that was lit before the emergency. He was suddenly confused. "Joe? Still not found?"
Mrs. Elula could only shake her head and said that she had already called the police.
Mr. Smith wiped his face hard and sat down... All the unfortunate things came down, which reminded Mr. Smith of the unfortunate thing that happened half a year ago.
Nothing, nothing.
He quietly told himself that he was fine... Didn't it come over half a year ago?
Hey -!
Mr. Smith’s ear suddenly sounded a messy sound... the sound of the brakes, the sound of screaming, and the loud noise.
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Outside the town hospital, a sparrow suddenly stopped at the small tree in the courtyard and looked at something - at this time, a figure came slowly: Teacher Purin.
The sparrow flew away from the tree.
Teacher Purin looked up at the hospital at this time.
(End of this chapter)