Personality V: I will save everything

“Wuwuwuwuwuwu… o(╥﹏╥)o” Mike curled up in the corner like a child, covering his head tightly with his hands. The big bump on his head looked particularly conspicuous, like a ripe apple that had been smashed hard with a hole in it.

He sobbed and made intermittent cries, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

However, the people around just watched from a distance, and no one came forward to comfort the poor guy.

Everyone knew that Mike had brought this upon himself and could not blame anyone else. After all, who was it that made him always so naughty and mischievous?

At this moment, Joke walked towards Mike aggressively, and it seemed that he was going to beat him up again. Seeing this, everyone rushed forward and grabbed Joke with all their might.

"Okay, okay, Jake! Don't bother with him. Change your wet clothes quickly, or you will definitely catch a cold if you continue like this!" someone shouted anxiously.

Although Muro could understand the anger in Jack's heart at the moment, he really couldn't bear to watch Mike continue to be beaten.

So he also joined the team of dissuasion: "Yeah, Jack, calm down, calm down, don't argue with Mike."

In this way, everyone finally persuaded Qiu Ke to go away.

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"Sob, sob, sob, sob......" The sad cry seemed to be able to penetrate the entire space. Although the people around him had long left, Mike was still curled up alone in that dark corner, sobbing silently.

Tears gushed out of his swollen eyes like a flood, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the cold ground, forming tiny teardrops.

"Okay, Mike, stop crying." Looking at Mike crying so miserably in front of me, my heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much.

Finally, I couldn't suppress the impulse in my heart any more. I quickly walked to his side, squatted down, and gently stroked his hair.

Perhaps because he felt someone approaching and caring for him, Mike originally tried hard to stop crying, but when he turned his head and saw that the person coming was the owner of the manor, the grievance in his heart instantly erupted again like a volcano, and his crying became louder and more shrill.

Mike covered his face with his hands, his body trembling constantly, and muttered, "I'm wronged~(╥w╥`)". He looked like a wounded little animal, which was really distressing.

"Okay, okay, good boy, don't cry." I coaxed him softly, and at the same time stretched out my other hand to gently pat his back, hoping to calm him down a little. However, at this moment, Mike seemed to be completely immersed in his own sad world, and my comfort did not play a big role.

Helplessly, I could only continue to comfort Mike while starting to seriously think about what had caused the current situation.

If I remember correctly, Mike also went into the kitchen when he first arrived at the manor. Although the food he made was not very delicious, it was not as bad as it is now. What's going on? Is he possessed by Jack?

What am I thinking about?

Forget it? Instead of dwelling on this, why not try to find a way to solve this problem?

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Later............

I seemed to gradually understand why Mike always easily made a mess in the kitchen.

As the saying goes, the most effective strategy for dealing with a problem is to face it bravely.

So, without hesitation, I led Mike into the dangerous kitchen again and asked him to repeat exactly in front of me how he had reduced the kitchen to ruins in an instant.

Then, I stared at Mike's every move. I saw him slowly heating the pot until it was boiling, and then slowly pouring the cooking oil into it.

However, what was jaw-dropping was that after he put in a piece of tender and juicy meat, when it was time to season it, he didn't even think about it, but picked up a bottle of high-concentration liquor and poured it all into the pot!

Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the kitchen could remain intact!

But I also figured out why the kitchen was safe and sound when Mike first came, but started to explode every day after he had been at the manor for a while.

Because at the beginning, this guy at least followed the recipe, or in other words, used these things relatively safely according to the method taught by others, but as he gradually became familiar with it... he began to have wild ideas.

"Mike! Come out!" I shouted loudly at the door, and my voice went straight through the room and reached Mike's ears. After a while, Mike walked over quickly with a puzzled look on his face.

Without saying anything, I took Mike's arm and led him into the garden. The sun was shining on the white snow, but I didn't feel relaxed at all because of the beautiful scene.

After standing still, I looked at Mike with a serious expression and asked, "Mike, now answer me seriously, if the pot catches fire, what measures will you take to put out the fire?"

Mike scratched his head, his eyes a little confused and uncertain, and after hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "Uh... ...splash water?"

Hearing this answer, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. As expected, this kid didn't take the fire-fighting methods that Mr. Qiu Ke told him last time to heart at all. It's really a headache.

In that case, I won't waste any more words explaining it. I turned around and walked to the side, took out an iron pot from the corner, and placed it steadily on the stone platform in the middle of the garden.

Next, I opened the lid of the oil drum and carefully poured some cooking oil into the pot. Then, I took out a match and lit the flame under the stove with a "click".

The fire gradually became stronger, and the oil in the pot began to bubble and make a sizzling sound.

I turned to look at Mike, pointed at the burning oil pan and said, "Watch out, Mike! If you pour the water as you just said, the consequences will be like this..."

Before I finished speaking, I quickly picked up a basin of water that had been prepared nearby and poured it into the oil pan.

In an instant, there was a loud "bang" and a huge tongue of fire jumped out of the oil pan like a ferocious beast and rushed straight into the sky.

The fire illuminated the entire garden red, and the heat wave rolled in, scaring Mike so much that he took several steps back, his face full of fear.

Instead of telling him the same thing a hundred or a thousand times, it would be better to let him try it out by putting himself in his shoes once.

"Are you going to blow up the garden?" The mercenary passing by looked speechlessly at the tongue of fire that was still running around.

Mike, the acrobat from another world, and... uh, the guy named Bess who the mercenaries don’t know.

What are they doing in the garden? Want to set the garden on fire?

"It's okay. I'll give this kid a fire safety lesson. Otherwise, he'll blow up the kitchen anyway. You don't want to eat in a kitchen full of charcoal."

The mercenary could not refute this reason. After all, if given a choice, no one would want to eat in that kind of environment.

I didn't continue to care about the mercenaries. I turned around and said to Mike, "Now do you understand? The fire and knives in Mike's kitchen are also very dangerous. You must be careful when using them and can't do whatever you want."

Mike nodded repeatedly to show that he understood. Such a huge tongue of fire really scared him.

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After making sure that Mike would not easily set fire to the kitchen again, I went to Jack to check on his condition.

Fortunately, the snow that fell from the building was not very thick and was soft. When it hit Jack, he was not injured. The punch he gave to Mike was just a momentary outburst of anger, and he soon calmed down.

"I was just angry for a moment, Dad...Mom, you know I'm not usually like this."

That's right, based on my observations these days, I found that most people in this manor seemed to mistake me for a woman because of my long hair. After all, most people had only seen me once when they opened the door for me. A person with long hair and wearing a windbreaker that made it difficult to see her figure clearly is indeed easy to mistake her for a woman.

Well, if that’s the case, then treat me as a woman.

But having said that, Joke still didn't understand. When there were other people around, Joke would just call the owner of the manor Beth directly, and only in private would he continue to use a more intimate name. Why did he change from dad to mom even in private?

After calling him dad for more than ten years, it was really strange for Qiu Ke to suddenly call him mom. (=_=)

However, Jack soon understood why the owner of the manor asked them to change their names even in private. Walls have ears!

The door of the room was opened with a "bang", and several people were standing outside the door, including the perfumer, the lawyer, the forward, and the savage.

"What the hell?! You are his mother?!" The lawyer's brain was really confused, but it was not his fault. It was just a small title, but it contained so much information.

The Savage was even more shocked than the Forward. After all, he was the most senior one in the Noisy Circus!

He clearly remembered that the clown was abandoned at the door of the circus. He was an orphan. So if that was the case, then, uh, this lady, or madam, named Bess, was called mother by the clown from another world, that is, Joke. That means that she was actually the clown's mother. She did not abandon Joke from another world, so his future changed?

"No way, you look only in your 20s." This is what shocked the forward.

This lady named Beth looks like she is only in her early 20s... At her age, she is already a father and even a grandmother of two children?!

"Maybe it's because I take good care of myself..." I said narcissistically while stroking my cheek.

"By the way, have you been eavesdropping since just now? Could you please go out?" Joke said gritting his teeth. He had been here for too long and he almost forgot that the owner of the manor had told them that this world was not safe. Now it seemed to be true.

“Get out of here!!!!!!”

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The people were kicked out, but the four people who had just heard that name did not give up.

"Hey, savage, you and the clown are from the same place. Do you have any impression of the woman named Bess?" the lawyer asked the savage.

"No." How could the Savage have seen it at that time? He was locked in a cage by Bernard at the time. He had never seen what happened when Jack was abandoned. He only saw the crying baby in the circus later.

"I still think it's too exaggerated. That lady looks to be in her early 20s or less than 30 years old. How could she be a grandmother?" The forward was still obsessed with the other party's age.

"What's so strange about this? It's probably similar to those monsters like the photographer and Madam Red."

The lawyer felt that the forward was making a big fuss out of nothing. Aren’t there enough monsters here whose ages don’t match their appearance?

"So you mean to say that the lady named Beth, like the photographer and Madame Red, does not belong to the category of human beings?" the perfumer asked the lawyer.

"Isn't that a given? Rather than believing that the Joker's crazy mother is a normal person, I'd rather believe that they are all monsters."

Although the lawyer's words were full of malice, what he said did make sense.