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Chapter 451 Happy Family

"How did he do it?"

In front of the driver's seat, he watched the process of Spike entering Hansen's house.

Under the binoculars, Agent Phil's face was a bit dazed and puzzled.

"Perhaps because of his ability as a psychic."

On the side, reconnecting the monitor device, Agent Zhou replied casually.

"I don't care what kind of ability he has. In short, find a way to call Spike out of the house. We don't know the ability of the item in Hansen's hand at all. Such rash actions are simply putting our own safety in danger. among."

Frowning, she took the headset from Detective Zhou and put it on. Amanda had a helpless and irritable expression on her face.

Spike's sudden move undoubtedly greatly disrupted the team's action plan.

Even put yourself in danger.

However, in the current situation, they can't do anything, so as not to arouse Hansen's vigilance and make the situation worse.

"I think Spike may be sure."

Faced with Amanda's dissatisfaction, Angela in the rear compartment couldn't help explaining to Spike.

"I don't care how sure he is, this kind of rash contact without consent is dangerous."

Angela's reasons were obviously not enough to comfort Amanda's dissatisfaction with Spike's actions. It was just the current situation. Spike had already entered Hansen's house, and she had to accept this situation and make arrangements.

"Everyone is ready to act immediately if any dangerous situation occurs."

"Yes, boss."

Hearing Amanda's instruction, everyone in the car nodded to express their understanding.

Detective Zhou and Detective Phil, who were sitting in the front, even released the safety of the pistol, ready to shoot.

With all this in mind, Amanda turned her attention back to the monitors in her ears.

At the same time, Agent Phil in the driver's seat continued to observe every move in the house through the telescope.

……

"...So, Mr. Hansen, what do you do for work?"

Hansen's home.

Spike took a casual look at the layout of the house, glanced at the Barbie doll and teddy bear on the sofa, and then glanced at the location of the kitchen, and asked Hansen in a casual tone.

"I work for a furniture company, specializing in after-sales maintenance and scrapping of furniture."

Sitting at the dining table, Hansen replied while serving the stew to his wife.

"In recent years, the furniture market has a good prospect. The public is generally unwilling to replace furniture and is more willing to repair or renovate it. The general environment is sluggish, so no one will waste money."

Putting out a bowl of broth and putting it in front of his wife, Hansen stirred the spoon to take out the rest of the meat, glanced at Spike in front of him, and said politely.

"So, Mr. Spike, do you need a bowl?"

"No thanks."

Spike glanced at the bright red meat in Hansen's bowl, then skimmed the blood on the kitchen floor, shaking his head and rejecting Hansen's kindness.

"That's a pity, the ragout tonight is my wife's specialty."

Not paying attention to Spike's solution, Hansen took a piece of meat from the bowl and put it into his mouth, the bright red piece of meat was chewing in his mouth, splashing blood-like soup, flowing down the corner of Hansen's mouth However, he himself was unaware of it.

Witnessing the whole process of Hansen swallowing the piece of meat, the pupils of Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes flickered, touched the ring on his finger, and continued to ask.

"Speaking of furniture, I'm planning to buy a suitable set of furniture for my work place recently, Hansen, do you have any recommendations?"

"That's a big problem."

Swallowing the bloody piece of meat in his mouth, and hearing Spike's question, Hansen scratched his head with a troubled expression on his face.

"I need to know the general layout of your office before I can find suitable furniture for it. Of course, if you really have this intention, I can introduce colleagues I know to help Mr. Spike design it for you."

"I think the furniture in your house, Mr. Hansen, is very suitable."

Facing Hansen's words, Spike walked to the cabinet in the house, swayed it casually, turned to look at Hansen at the dining table and said.

"If you mean the furniture, it's all due to my wife."

Hearing Spike's praise, Hansen subconsciously glanced at the empty chair beside him, and said in a somewhat ostentatious tone.

"It seems that you love your wife very much, Mr. Hansen."

Hearing Hansen's answer, Spike withdrew his gaze from the statue, and turned to look at Hansen at the table.

The entire dining table was empty, only him.

However, Hansen himself seemed unaware of this.

"Of course, being able to meet my wife is the luckiest thing in my life."

Curving the corners of his mouth to reveal a happy expression, Hansen glanced at his wife beside him and his daughter across from him with gentle eyes.

"They are the most precious existence in my life and the driving force of my life."

Hansen's words changed the look in Spike's eyes.

He looked at Hansen who was alone at the dining table, and the happy expression on his face.

In a daze, it seemed that a woman and girl appeared on the dining table, with a strange look of happiness on their faces.

Blinking his eyes, the woman and girl at the dining table disappeared again. Spike looked at Hansen who was sitting alone at the dining table, with a smile still on his face.

"I think, for your wife, it is very lucky to meet Mr. Hansen."

"of course."

"Well, I know, now that there are guests here, you have to give me some face, my dear."

After agreeing with all his mouth, he explained another sentence with embarrassment.

Hansen turned his head and smiled helplessly at Spike.

If, in other scenes, the scene in front of them is undoubtedly a happy family.

Unfortunately, in Spike's eyes, he only saw Hansen talking to himself at the dining table alone.

"Speaking of which, what about you, Mr. Spike, what about your family?"

Hansen's words changed the smiling expression that Spike had always maintained.

"..."

"I used to be the same as you, Mr. Hansen."

"once?"

Hearing the description of "once" in Spike's mouth, although he didn't know what happened to him, Hansen still felt something.

"Sorry, Mr. Spike."

"Why, it's been a long time."

Shaking his head, indicating that he didn't care, Spike turned his head and glanced at the time on the wall, and then said.

"After interrupting you for so long, it's time to leave. Anyway, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hansen."

"It's nothing, it's all I should do."

Seeing that Spike was about to leave, Hansen also stood up from the dining table.

Accompanying Spike to the door, Hansen looked at him and hesitated before asking.

"So……"

Sensing the hesitation in Hansen's tone, Spike took the initiative to answer.

"The gift certificate will be mailed out tomorrow, and I believe it will be received soon."

Hearing Spike's words, Hansen breathed a sigh of relief, and then reached out to shake Spike in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Spike."

"No, I should thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hansen."

(End of this chapter)