I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Across the ocean.

The clock is ticking, the quiet night, cigar smoke lingers in the room, the bone china ashtray is knocked lightly, and there are a few gray marks on the white inside.

The fingers holding the cigar are long and thin, and the skin is a little loose and pale.

On the middle finger is a large opal ring with a delicate base. The soft light coming in through the gaps in the curtains makes this chrysoberyl show a narrow and bright reflection in the dark, which is icy and beautiful.

The man's face was hidden in the dark night, his coat was hanging on the coat rack in the room, he was only wearing a silky gray shirt, with one hand propped on the armrest of the sofa, the red light of the cigar was faintly visible.

He brought the cigar to his mouth, when the door was knocked lightly.

"Come in." Italian.

The man's voice is hoarse and full of magnetism, like the bewitching whispers of a devil, and each syllable is very beautiful. From the voice, it can be heard that he is no longer young, and he has not reduced his charm, but instead makes his voice more unclear The bewildering tone of his voice made people unable to help thinking about the true meaning of his words.

The door was pushed open, as if light had flowed into this dark corner.

The person who came in didn't even dare to raise his head, and bent over tremblingly, he said: "Those strange book walkers are all dead, we found a person who lost his memory, and he said that he didn't know what happened after November last year. Do you want to talk to him personally about everything, Mr. Morenza?"

The man waved his hand, but he didn't speak.

Standing at the door, a black bodyguard in a suit wearing sunglasses turned his head sideways, pressed the headset and listened to a few words.Then the bodyguard walked into the room and whispered, "You are already awake."

The cigar was slammed into the ashtray and the flame went out.

The man opened the drawer in front of the desk and took out a black semi-automatic pistol from it.

The gun has been loaded with bullets, and the slender fingers shifted the safety gear to S, and then stuffed it into the holster at the waist.

Mr. Morenza's nephew, who was recuperated from the hospital two weeks ago, is only one floor away from this smoking room. Wolfe Morenza checked the pistol abruptly, and in the safe residence Carrying it with him, and Wolfe's expression changed after hearing the news, made the people waiting at the door jump with fear.

——Is this East Coast godfather planning to kill his nephew?

Federico Morenza is a superhuman who was rescued from the Mexican border by the supernatural beings loyal to Wolfe. This incident involved a teenager named "Johnson Brown" who was secretly pursued by the US government , but now the boy is missing, Federico suddenly "deteriorated" ten days ago, and was on the verge of death. Everyone is still guessing about this matter.

The existence of book walkers, their origins, and their fate are not secrets here.Combined with the relevant situation, everyone began to suspect that the body of the king of the American music scene was also "occupied" by someone. This is a big deal!

"Mr. Morensa, please calm down!" Outside Federico's room, the private doctor of the Morensa family took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The patient has just woken up, it is easy to identify..."

Wolfe was not in the mood to listen to him, and motioned for the bodyguard to open the door.

Federico was lying on the bed, and he found that he had restraints on his wrists and legs. Usually, such things are used to prevent patients from aggravating their injuries by moving around.Of course, the mental hospital is also often used, and Federico couldn't remember what happened to him at the moment, how he used these things.

The nurse remained silent and refused to talk to him, and Federico had a vague sense of what had happened.This is his uncle's mansion, the decoration of the room is very familiar, and the medical staff have no faces...

When Wolfe appeared in front of the room, Federico was relieved.

As long as his uncle hadn't had an accident, was imprisoned, and was assassinated by his enemies, no matter how big the trouble was, it would be limited.

"My dear child, how are you feeling today?" Wolfe was a handsome Italian man with a well-tailored suit and well-knit chestnut hair. He bowed his head to kiss Federico's forehead, The movements are gentle, no different from an elder.

Federico smelled the faint fragrance of the high-end cigar on Wolfe's body, and his tense nerves relaxed slowly.

"... To be honest, it's not very good." Federico pulled his arm, gesturing for those restraint belts that got in the way.

"Do you still have any memory of what happened twelve days ago?"

Wolfe sat down in front of the bed. He spoke in a very gentle manner, but looking at his face and listening to his voice, people's thoughts will always be taken away involuntarily.

Even if you have woken up, after being caught by Wolfe's palm, you will see the scars exposed under the cuffs of the shirt, and there are regularly distributed calluses on your fingers. Under the gaze of her husband, even her breathing will become rapid, and the guilty person will break out in cold sweat and tremble on the spot.

Federico is not afraid, and his intuition tells him that the problem lies in this question.

His injury is not serious. After being escorted back to the United States by Wolff’s subordinates, he received relatively good treatment and examination. The sequelae of forced drug rehabilitation are the most concerned. Federico is having a headache, how to explain to his uncle Johnson’s incident , but before he could say a word, he suddenly—

Federico turned pale.

That kind of severe headache, as if the soul was about to be pulled out of the body, the pain was so painful that he passed out. After waking up, he selectively forgot about this kind of injury, until he carefully sorted out the memory.

"I was attacked?" Federico asked uncertainly.

Wolf watched his every move.

"almost."

"Who?" Federico didn't remember that there was a category of psychics in the original book, but both the Balrog and the Devourer could use mushrooms to escape to the United States, and Federico couldn't fully believe the original book.

"The danger is over."

To the surprise of the doctors and bodyguards, Wolfe actually wanted Federico to cover up the truth.

"No, this matter is very serious. People with supernatural powers can also attack ordinary people in the real world. This time it is me, and next time it may be uncle. Ordinary people cannot fight against people with supernatural powers."

Federico watched Wolfe untie his restraints with an anxious tone.

"There are no supernatural beings left." Wolfe stood up and inadvertently put his hands on his waist.

Everyone was breathless, fearing that Wolfe would take out his pistol in his next move, snap the safety off, and end a life within three seconds.

They knew that the book walker caused abnormalities in some people, they knew that the book walker occupied the bodies of some people, and they also knew that the corpse was suddenly killed by the person who borrowed it, and the living person lost a piece of memory.Federico has no signs of amnesia, but the symptoms he and those who passed through the book appeared at the same time, in fact, Federico, a superstar, suddenly fled to the Mexican border for a teenager without a guardian, and was forced to become addicted to drugs. It's weird to think about it.

Whether the person in front of them is Federico Morenza, they have their own opinions.

however--

The real Federico Morenza, the child who died at the age of seven, was different from the "Federick" they believed in. Only Wolfe knew about this muddled account.

Wolfe was in a complicated mood. Before he opened the door, he thought about what he would do if he was facing a seven-year-old Federico with an adult body and an IQ memory.

——That was his real nephew, a real relative, although he hadn't met that child a few times, let alone his relationship, the truth couldn't be denied.

After Wolfe heard the news that the book walkers died suddenly, he was only thankful for Federico's survival for a minute.It soon fell into even greater doubts.

Wasn't Federico with those people?

Or has "Federik" left and someone new has taken over his nephew's body?

Until Federico wakes up, until this door opens, nothing is known.

At this moment, Wolfe who was standing in front of the bed already had the answer, and no one could pretend to be "Federick" in front of his eyes so that he wouldn't find out.

His nephew, the seven-year-old child, is really dead... Even when he held the corpse and confirmed that the child stopped breathing, under the influence of successive miraculous events in this world, Wolfe still couldn't control his imagination That possibility.

That possibility did not arise, and no worse situation was discovered. Federico was still "Federick". Wolfe's expression remained the same, but his inner feelings were very complicated.

He looked at Federico, imagining what that child would look like when he grew up, and felt that it was not Federico's appearance at all. Different people, different encounters, even with the same body, would eventually have very different temperaments.

Wolfe knew many things about Federico, not what Federico said, but what he guessed.

——Before becoming his nephew, this person was a singer who aspired to the Grammy Award. He was very familiar with the music scene but knew nothing about the high society. What kind of relief is received? Summing up these characteristics, Federico's previous life is no secret to Wolfe.

"Recover well, don't think too much, the abandoned world has disappeared." Wolf turned around and was about to leave the room.

Federico was shocked.

The timeline of the original work is less than a tenth, so it's gone?

He subconsciously thought of Johnson, and found that it was good, the boy was no longer the secret weapon of the U.S. Ability Agency, he didn't need to be trained for special training, and he didn't have to be involved in so many fights and political interests.

"No, Johnson was taken away by the mushroom!"

"..."

Wolfe's face turned from sunny to cloudy. He didn't have the slightest affection for the troublesome kid, and he would even kill Johnson with a single shot.Federico almost lost his life because of Johnson, even if he didn't die, is it so good to rehabilitate drug addiction?

The attributes of protecting one's shortcomings and being unreasonable are probably the common faults of the underworld godfathers.

"The kid is in China. According to the news from the government, they have applied for repatriation to China." Wolff said with a sullen face, "China will not agree to it before the Abandoned World disappears. It's hard to say now."

A person with abilities who have lost their abilities is not even worth a dollar.

All countries are stepping up to resume construction. Aircraft fuel is also an important material, not to mention flying such a long voyage across the Pacific Ocean. If China refuses to dispatch the plane, and the United States also refuses, then it is not a question of repatriation. Johnson can only stay in China.

Thinking of this, Federico sighed.

"Uncle, there is something we need to talk about."

Regarding the children of people with supernatural powers, it is very likely that they will gain supernatural powers again after more than ten years.

For the time being, no one cares about the underage protagonist, but this possibility cannot be denied. Federico feels that this problem is very serious whether it is for Johnson or his uncle's influence.

Wolf tells everyone to leave the room except the two of them.

After listening to Federico's words, the godfather rubbed the opal ring on his finger and asked without emotion: "So, it's best to take that kid back?"

Federico nodded.

Wolf took a deep look at him, left a word and turned to go out.

"I'll find a way."