[Comprehensive] Abuse of slag and cuteness

Although Eduardo is not as resistant to Mark as he was at the beginning, it is impossible for him to give unreservedly as before. Indeed, for him, Mark has always held his heart firmly in his hands. The guy in the movie really has too much, and he has so much, there is no need for Eduardo to make him a dedicated genius.

After lunch, he took Pete to the supermarket, while Thomas returned to the residence to finish his thesis.

As a student at Stanford, Thomas is indeed much more relaxed than others. He is not immersed in the work of the laboratory like others and is not as enthusiastic about social interaction as others. He obviously prefers to look relaxed and relaxed. Happy, but in fact, maybe he is not so easy and happy.

The money in the bank card is almost insufficient.

Calls home went unanswered, emails and invitations to webcams never came back...Thomas' hands slid back and forth across his laptop, which looked clunky and unacceptable... But there was no way, it was necessary if he was going to communicate with people—with his family, with Thomas's family.

But, who can tell him why no one at home has responded to him?

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock at the door.Thomas pushed away the notebook, got up and opened the door for the knocker.Mark stood there with a look of horror on his face.

"What's the matter?" Thomas asked.

"Uh... oh! Oh! I... I just wanted to know if you're okay?" Mark tried to look like a normal person—a normal person who cared about a friend when they were in trouble. Normal people who help.

"Of course I'm fine, but...what's the matter with you?" Thomas folded his hands on his chest, like a malicious school bully, "Mark, I don't think you can get any useful information from me, about Edward Do-oh, by the way, do you know that someone is watching out here?"

Mark nodded: "Yes, the people I'm looking for...they..."

"The person you are looking for to monitor your own home? Eduardo and Pete?" Thomas felt his hands were a little itchy, and he couldn't help reaching into his pocket. There was a butterfly knife in it. As long as he took it out, it would be on Mark's body With that little poke, everything was quiet, no one was annoying...Thomas figured that was the way to go, and his hand was already in his pocket.

"Brother!" Sol suddenly shouted upstairs.

Sol lived on the stairs opposite, and his voice was no different from thunder. He roared, Mark was startled, and Thomas was so frightened that he let go of the butterfly knife.

"Brother!" Sol appeared at the door, "Oh, Mark, are you here?" He looked at Mark suspiciously, turned around and walked towards Thomas, "I'm calling you."

"So?" Thomas put his feet on the chair, "You call me, I should get up and run to your door, and respond to the water with the most humble gesture: Listen to your orders, Your Majesty, what do you need? Huh? You mean like this?" He inevitably spoke to Thor with sarcasm, as if there was venom running on the tip of his tongue, and anyone who dared to get close would be sprayed by him. , drowning out that "anyone".

Thor wishes he didn't belong to any of "anyone."He carefully sat down beside Loki, put his hands on his knees, looked at Loki with patience and gentleness that he had almost never had in his life, and smiled: "Brother, you...are better than you in Asgard. I'm so much better now, I'm really happy...so happy...you know, I'm...I mean, even if you don't want to admit it, you look better now..."

Thomas pushed his hand away. "You know what? Now, I'm going to ask you to go outside and close the door, okay, Saul?"

Thor stood up immediately and went out, and then...he took the doorknob...

Mark looked at the gate strangely... until Saul walked in, slapped his forehead and looked at Thomas, and said angrily, "Brother, do you want me to leave?!"

"Otherwise?" Thomas stood up, "I'm not your brother, how many times have I said that! Now, I want to contact my family-and I don't have a Sol in my family, so I'm not your brother, this What a simple question, do you still need me to explain it to you?"

"Speaking of contacting your family, Thomas, there's something wrong with it!" Mark finally found his voice—and that's why he's here, "Thomas, I just checked on the Internet connection...but I see you've been emailing a fake account that doesn't exist, and sending video requests...I...I thought..."

"What do you think?" Thomas was so frightened by what Mark said that he fell down on the bed, and was bounced up by the mattress.

"I thought you were setting up a trap with those kidnappers!" Mark really had no clue about normal social interactions, so he said it directly, "That's why I asked the FBI to monitor here, I hope they Protect Eduardo and Pete!"

If it hadn't been for his last words, Thomas would have taken the butterfly knife out of his pocket and stabbed Mark's throat—he swears.

"So? What are you going to tell me?" He looked at Mark. "Tell me, my family's contact details are all fake? What about the money in my account? Where did it come from? When I left England my mum For me...the money, and my luggage, and the suit I made to celebrate my admission to college...so much...and this notebook—she bought it for me! And now you tell me These are all fake, there is no such thing as my mother?!"

Thomas felt angry.

He clearly remembered the small house he lived in in the suburbs of London, a small, very warm house...he remembered that the color of the house was white, and when the sun rose, it would shine on the white roof His face was dyed with a golden color, and this made him feel like he was in a dream since he was a child.

He has a small base outside the house, a secret base, in a big tree.

It was a small tree house with electricity in it, and he could stay in it all day, with a book he liked.

Sometimes, he would bring a snack, and the little squirrels would be attracted by it.So, he has been using nuts as a snack all the time.

Later his mother found out the secret and forbade him to have nuts as a snack, but she would prepare nuts for his pine friends and his snack would be his favorite pudding, or biscuits, or... honey Bread, those sweet and soft and crunchy things are his favorite.

He clearly remembers reading in the treehouse, and there were many times when he was reading something wonderful, and his mother's voice would come, and she would call, "Tommy, come and eat!"

At this time, he would put the book under his arm, lift his legs around the branches, and quickly jump to the ground...

These memories are as clear as yesterday, but now, someone tells him that none of this is true?

Thomas looked at Mark seemingly calmly.

Mark continued: "I checked your account, it was opened in New York, and you...appeared in New York out of nowhere, with an acceptance letter from Stanford... I also checked over in London, then It seems that everything...doesn't exist, I even checked your high school and elementary school!"

"Aha, I have to thank you for not checking the kindergarten?" Thomas dug out the wallet and pulled out an old-looking photo from it, and he handed the photo to Mark, "Then you explain to me, the people in it— —Me, and my mother, the two of us—you tell me these are fake, and the house in the back is fake, all that? Hmm? Is that how you treat your benefactor?”

Thomas, with red eyes, looked pitiful.

But Mark really has no possibility of HOLD about this - he has no skills in social communication, and now he is asked to tell the other party a "bad news". It is definitely his best ability to do what he is doing now If he did it, he would be terrified if he went any further.

As for Saul, he took the photo out of Mark's hand carelessly.

The photo showed a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old—Sol immediately recognized that this was Loki, who was exactly the same as the boy in the photo when he was more than 700 years old, almost.The only difference is that Rocky, who is more than 700 years old, is much more gloomy than the boy in the photo, and he looks like he has no smile at that time... Sol can't recall the smile of Rocky who is more than 700 years old, and he knows that soon When he was a hundred years old, Loki regained his smile and looked like a normal boy.And the boy in the photo smiled cutely, and there was a blonde beauty standing beside him.

Blonde.

Her long blond hair was braided loosely and softly over her chest, her features were beautiful, but not soft, and her facial lines had the rigidity characteristic of Europeans—especially Vikings, but here Amidst the rigidity, she is clearly breathtakingly beautiful...

Saul breathed heavily at the woman in the picture.

"Hey!" Thomas snatched the photo back.He yelled at Saul, and put the photo back in his wallet cherishingly: "You can't—you're not allowed to look at her like that! She's my mother!"

"She's my mother too!" Sol finally yelled - he remembered his mother, Frigga, he remembered her when they were her "lovely boys", she was graceful and strong, Dazzling like the brightest stars, and at that time, her gentleness prevented them from leaving her lap.

Indeed, she was his... and Loki's beacon, and they loved her.

And he also remembered that her death...in the galaxy, she was sent to Valhalla by a rocket pointing the direction...she was a brave man and the mother of gods!

"Loki—you are Loki!" Sol finally stopped hesitating.

However, Thomas was taken aback by his roar: "Okay, you're all...snakes! I have to go find Eduardo...and Pete, I have to tell them to stay away!"