Ex-boyfriends are gods

Al subconsciously looked up at the dice on his head, it was spinning slowly as always, which meant that Al was not involved in any dangerous things at present.

However, something is wrong.

Holding the revolver/gun in his hand, and following the feeling, Al walked slowly to the window.After a moment, Al opened some of the curtains a little.On winter nights, there is a chill in the streets.Under the slightly dim streetlights, there were hardly any people.

Al frowned, then closed the curtains again.But after a few seconds, Al quickly opened the curtain again.In an instant, Al saw a black figure rushing across the opposite road, and disappeared at the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

Al took a deep breath, and the feeling of being watched seemed to disappear.

After re-checking the doors and windows, and making sure they were closed tightly, Al put away all his things again, and then went to bed with thoughts.But this night, Al didn't sleep well again.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, and the dreams were full of strange scenes one after another, and they were all fragments of him and Luo being together.Until the end, Al only felt that he was extremely tired, and the fear in his heart climbed to the extreme, but he still insisted on running wildly on a muddy path.

Luo is like a tarsus, following him leisurely and naturally, calling him gently from time to time to stop.

Later, Al really stopped.

But within a split second of his own turn, Al was holding the gun, and he fired.

Luo was opposite him, he turned his head to look at the muzzle on his chest, and then looked at Al in disbelief.

"I'm sorry..." Al said in panic, and then he woke up with a start.

"Huh...huh..." Al sat up from the bed and took a deep breath for a while before he gradually calmed down.It can be said that Luo is a shadow of him.

During the initial period of leaving the fog city, Al also had nightmares.After a long time later, those memories were gradually sealed up.

I looked at the time, it was past five in the morning.

Al didn't feel much sleepy, so he simply got up and washed up, and then went to the old man's study.There are too many miscellaneous books in his place, and Al plans to read as many as possible if he has time.

Around six o'clock in the morning, Al heard the sound of someone ringing the doorbell downstairs.

Going downstairs, Al opened the door and found no one at all.

"Morrie?" Al called a few times, but did not hear the other party's response.When Al was about to close the door, he noticed that there was a feather of an unknown bird on the steps of his door.

Al looked around again, but couldn't find any suspicious figure.

A few steps outside, Al picked up the feather.

This feather is not too small, about [-] centimeters in length, a bit like a peacock feather, but not.It is blue and white as a whole, which is very beautiful.

"Strange." Al murmured, and he couldn't figure out what kind of creature the feather was.I don't know if it floated here accidentally, or if someone put it down on purpose.After thinking about it, Al didn't take it home, but took a few steps outside and threw it directly into the trash can outside.

At around 06:30, Morrie wandered over with breakfast in hand.

"It tastes good." Al was very happy to eat, but it's not good to eat for free all the time, so he thought of giving Morrie a lump sum for food at the end of the month.Although the other party is not short of money, but according to his relationship with Morrie, it is better to calculate some things a little bit more clearly.

Morrie was half lying on the sofa at the moment, and said with a smile, "Do you have anything to do today?"

"No, it's been a long time, and I don't have a single entrustment here. I'm still wondering if the old man's reputation was too bad. It's still because the old man is not here, so don't worry about me if he is replaced." Al said to himself sneered.However, there was nothing to be done about it. What happened to Monta Robertson last time, generally speaking, he did not save the client's life.

After breakfast, Al took a few books from the study and read them downstairs.

As for Morrie, he half-closed his eyes, half-asleep and half-awake, not feeling bored at all.

This relationship lasted until noon, and Al had to go to Dr. Doyle.It was originally intended to consolidate the curative effect, but now Al has a new problem that Dr. Doyle needs to talk to.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Doyle.

Al, drinking hot tea, had been chatting with Dr. Doyle for an hour or so.To be honest, Al thinks that Dr. Doyle is really a very good doctor.In addition, the other party is also a very talkative person.

Al doesn't know how to describe it, but even if it's just a simple chat with the other party, the way the other party speaks, the tone, and the angle of looking at the problem make Al feel that the other party fits his personality very well.

Therefore, even if they have known each other for a short time, the two have become good friends.

Tuk Tuk.

During the chat, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Doyle paused and said with a smile, "It should be Ms. Emma."

He got up to open the door, and it was Ms. Emma.The lady still had a kind smile, and then said with a smile: "Sir, Warwick is here."

"He didn't make an appointment for today."

"Yes sir, I know that, it's just that he seems to be frightened by something, so he came to ask for your help." Ms. Emma's tone was a bit worried.

Doyle turned to look at Al.

"I'm fine, you can talk to him first. I can come back another day, or wait a while."

Doyle thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Al, you can consider staying, can you do me a favor by the way? Warwick has actually been here for more than a year for treatment. I have been comforting him and encouraging him to follow up more. It is a pity that I have not been successful in contacting others and integrating into society.

Warwick's body shape will always bring pressure to others. In addition, he is not good at speaking and is very taciturn. This has also led to the fact that he really can't find another person who can be patient with him for a while except for Ms. Emma and me. Ordinary people.Of course, I didn't mean to force you.If you agree, I will not charge you for the next month. "

At the end, Doyle's tone was a little joking.

There was a bit of kindness and relaxation in Alhu's blue eyes, "Isn't it rare that you should say, never accept it?"

"But I rely on this for a living." Mr. Doyle shrugged his shoulders, looking a little distressed.

Al smiled and shook his head.

At Mr. Doyle's gesture, Ms. Emma left.After a while, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.

dong dong...

"Come in."

Al saw the big man Warwick shrugged his shoulders slightly, half of his body came in through the door, he looked a little frustrated and panicked.But Warwick's senses were also keen, and he noticed Al's presence right away.

Afterwards, Warwick stopped walking in, and looked in Mr. Doyle's direction with hesitation and worry, as if he was about to leave.

"Warwick, don't worry, he's my friend." Doyle said gently, "Come in and sit down, what's wrong with you?"

Warwick frowned, still hesitating.He glanced at Al vigilantly and as if a little startled, and then pinched the corner of his clothes with his big hands helplessly.

Al kept a gentle smile all the time, but he was also sure that the other party was really what Ms. Emma said. He had a strong body, but he was actually a person with a very weak heart.

"Come in." Doyle stood up and greeted Warwick in person.

It should be because there is an extra Al in this room. Warwick sat on the chair eagerly, then lowered his head and stared at his feet, his whole body exuded a sense of grievance and sadness.

"Ms. Emma said something happened to you, can you tell me what happened?"

Warwick shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

Doyle smiled. He brought Al over and said with a smile, "His name is Al Clive. He is a very friendly gentleman and my friend."

"Hello." Al squatted slightly and smiled lightly.

Warwick seemed startled by the unfamiliar voice, he looked up at Al sharply, and quickly lowered his head again.For a moment, Warwick became even more nervous.

He didn't know who his parents were. Before he was ten years old, he was raised by the owner of a pig farm.It is said that he was thrown into a pig trough by his parents.But fortunately, he was discovered by the boss before the pig gnawed him.

The boss has a bit of conscience, it's not good, but he doesn't have the heart to casually kill a little life.No matter what he raised, he survived.Since he was able to walk by himself, Warwick has been working in the pig farm.

He eats a lot and doesn't ask for good food, but he grows very big and has great strength.Except for the owner of the pig farm, everyone else was terrified when they saw him, and they didn't want to approach him. They even said that he was a devil, or someone maliciously said that he was born of a pig and a man.

The boss usually didn't talk to him very much. After all, Warwick hadn't been cleaned for many years, and it was too stinky, so he let him hang out in the pig farm at will. Anyway, he was raising a 'pig' who could work.

Later, the owner of the pig farm didn't know what happened, so he sold the pig farm and left Wudu with his family.

The new boss tells Warwick to leave because he doesn't want to start a pig farm.

Then, Warwick wandered around like this, until he was taken in by an old homeless man, and lived a little normal life, and it has continued until now.

Because of his various pasts, Warwick is actually very sensitive to people's hearts, and he can easily see whether a person treats him maliciously or kindly.

Even the tramp who accepted him was only because he was big and strong enough for him to help beat people and occupy a place.So far, Warwick had only felt kindness from Mr. Doyle.

Lady Emma was also a good person, but Warwick also saw in the other a terrific hidden fear.

Now, he sees the same kindness in Mr. Al.There was pure sympathy and gentleness without malice in Mr. Al's beautiful eyes, which made Warwick somewhat expectant and equally nervous.

"You... hello." After a while, Warwick lowered his head and carefully said two words.

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