"Save it back?"
Ka Sir frowned and found that things were not simple.
"I got first aid at the first time, but fortunately my breathing and heartbeat came back, but my spleen and liver rupture and my cerebellum were injured. I couldn't even stand up for a long time. After so many years, I finally walked a little more smoothly."
Carl breathed a sigh of relief.
But Avis didn't say that, and Lu Yisi almost made the man's digestive system come out.
Fortunately, Aves matched the test and cut a small piece of liver in the hospital and transplanted it to him before he rescued it - it was too embarrassing and unlucky, how could he speak to Carl?
Looking at the growth history of goddess Lu Yisi, it can be roughly summarized as an Avis's history of unlucky and bloody tears.
Since then, my mother has not allowed Avis to leave Lu Yisi for a second.
After Lu Yisi debuted, based on the principle that rabbits do not eat any other people, no one is more suitable to be her agent than her brother who is tired of each other.
The brothers who fought against tigers and father-son soldiers went to battle. This time, Avis left the burden and could only take the initiative.
Carl is very grateful for no reason.
Fortunately, Lu Yisi grew up protected.
His eyes looked much more friendly when he saw Avis, and his impression scores of internship assessment increased rapidly.
San Mateo, Haruda District.
The scene they are about to investigate is the fifth missing person, Barto Dalco, who is at the bottom of society.
The rich second-generation young man, Avis, never knew that there was such a dilapidated neighborhood under the same sunshine.
In this peaceful and prosperous era, there are such dirty streets and low alleys, and they are declining.
Narrow alleys, dirty alleys.
The road surface is either dusty or dirty.
A row of old bungalows facing the street is the last stubbornness of the Haruda District of San Maito City.
Behind the old bungalow, a small humanistic desert is separated.
If I hadn't followed Carl, Ives' expensive Oxford soles, I might not have been affected by the water and soil here for the rest of my life.
Along the way, adults, children and the elderly looked dull, and they all struggled and worked hard in the quagmire of life.
There are also ragged and stinky alcoholics lying in the garbage dumps everywhere, not knowing their lives or death...
This is a group that is always ignored by the main theme of society, intentionally or unintentionally.
But they really exist, with their unique stories.
Their story.
The unique atmosphere of city fireworks.
An open-air ditch covered with slippery and heavy moss, quietly passed through this slum and flowed towards the Bay of Solaska.
The wrinkled old woman was struggling to carry a pot and pour it in; occasionally, the crying sounds of children would be heard from the shack next to her, mixed with the scolding of women; around the corner, the short man washed with his bottom cloth T-shirt was facing the wall and facing the outside, with one hand casually resting on the mottled wall, and was venturing water to them...
Carl was familiar with the road and took Avis to avoid the messy garbage dumps and illegal buildings, and came to the alley where Barto Dalco's house was a scattered house.
"Sir, why are you so familiar with this place?"
Ivis followed in a small step, fearing that he would step on a biochemical mine.
“I have lived in this area.”
Thirteen years ago, Carl also lived in such a dark alley - a pile of waste and garbage.
With her thin sister Alison.
When Carl first came, the little boy Carl Brian had just died in the cold wind.
As soon as he arrived, he cut open one and tried to take away his sister's alcoholic carotid artery.
At that time, the Ministry of Justice's Special Investigation Bureau had just been established, and his master, Hopsen Ivan, was helping with the case nearby.
Hopson Ivan discovered at a glance that the pale-faced boy had a super system on his body.
And the cold eyes that hated evil and were cold.
Carl, who was skinny and bone-skinned Alison tightly in his arms.
The hug was so tight that it was not like the astray boy who had just killed someone, but a disillusioned god with wounded wings - holding his last fire of hope...
The young man, who was as gloomy as a knife, stood in the cold wind.
The white face was covered in blood and there was still a hot red color.
Holding the sickle of the Goddess of Death in his hand, his heart was filled with the justice of Goddess Arant.
Such Carl impressed the old bastard Hopsen.
Carl spoke slowly and said to Hopson who arrived at the scene: "Uncle, he wants to steal my sister..."
"May I have your name?"
"Carl...Carl Brian, I... have no parents."
"In the old Arant word, Carl is a sword, and the meaning of a knife is the deterrent force in the hands of a knight and the dignity of a warrior."
"But...he wants to steal my sister..."
"He is dead. Are you willing to wait for uncle for a while? I'll pick you up after a while."
Carl nodded and reached a thigh-hugging agreement.
He sent the brother and sister to an orphanage.
After the case was settled, Alison had been adopted, and Hopsen had to take Carl away and move into the sea of ​​the universe.
...
The past is like smoke.
The broken house at the end of the alley coincides with Carl's memory and is separated.
Carl stood at the entrance of the alley and looked around.
The sight of them is full of dilapidated low-rise bungalows.
Above the road, above the pedestrians' heads, there are clothes drying lines of various materials, hanging on them in various trousers and socks, which turn the clothes drying lines into a suffocating arc...
Just as I was about to lift my foot into the alley, a woman fell in front of me.
It really fell in front of them.
Touching the car?
No no no no!
Ten meters to the left, a man carrying a blue glass wine bottle chased and kicked.
"I'll let you go!
Let you mess with me!
Want to die!"
The middle-aged woman has a greasy head and face, disheveled hair, and her left face is bruised and swollen, and she crawled forward with all her might.
I want to avoid the stepping foot by constantly rolling.
The man in the wine bottle was furious and arrogantly kicked the woman rolling on the ground.
Swearing, his mouth was dirty, surpassing the open air ditch that Carl and the others had just passed.
"Enough!"
Avis quickly grabbed his shoulder, grabbed the man who was kicking the angrily bottle, lifted it with one hand, and threw it on the wall of the alley.
"Mao! Want to die! Meddle in other people's business!"
The man in the wine bottle raised his hand and pointed at Avis with the wine bottle's stock, arrogant and domineering.
Ivis showed a more arrogant expression than him:
"I'm meddling in other people's business, I want you to die!"
The wine bottle man then saw Carl and Ivis clearly.
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The greasy corner of the mouth pulled a greedy smile.
When Avis competed with the bottle boy, he leaned over and pulled up the unkempt woman underground.
He barely identified the woman as the neighbor of the missing Barto.
There are photos of her and testimony in the case file. She is a widow who makes a living by picking up garbage.
"Sir, wuwu, he... This hooligan wants to steal my copper wire... I carried it back from the construction site and sold it... I paid the tuition fee to the child..."
After the widow stood up with Carl's hand, she pushed open her hand with a warning and staggered a few steps back, whimpering, feeling very aggrieved.
There were several people gathered around, numb and insensitive to watch the fun.
They stopped to watch the show and were waiting.
Occasionally, the fat sheep in bright clothes accidentally entered the shack and were robbed by local gangsters.
The people watching are quick-handed and can pick up coats and shoes.
"Clang!"
The man threw the bottle into the ground and smashed the bottle to the ground to intimidate Ivis.
Ivis was furious and was about to take action when Carl grabbed his bulging biceps.
"Ivey, you haven't completed the entry procedures yet, don't cause trouble.
The implication is that Carl can cause trouble by himself.
"Take out the money! Take out the watch, mobile phone and shoes, take it off!"
Seeing that they didn't do anything, the man in the wine bottle must have been a coward, and he was even more unscrupulous.
"Bah! If you don't ask, who is grandpa!"
I can't bear it at all! Ives was about to rush up again, but was grabbed by Carl.
The man in the wine bottle laughed loudly and took out a folding fruit knife from the back pocket of the dirty jeans.
Holding the knife, pretending to behave, stabbing Avis's shoulder.
I don’t know if it’s to scare them or to find trouble.
At this time, Carl made a move like lightning.
Push Avis away with one hand and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees.
The other hand accurately pulled away a loose broken brick on the alley wall and smashed it on the man in the wine bottle's temple with his backhand.
"Bang!"
Chapter completed!