"Carl, why didn't you say it earlier! I can bring you here! I bought a new car! Did you see it when you came up? That white panoramic glass!"
Ives succeeded in the fishy scene and was in a good mood. He treated Carl as his family, which was very comfortable.
"I went to the Academy of Sciences to see my dad. There was a direct private car, so I came here to take a look."
Carl really wants to ask you if you hold an umbrella, but it is not easy to torture Avis in front of Alison.
I had to endure it and beat the dog up again at work tomorrow.
[How is my dad okay? I'll go see him tomorrow.]
Alison made coffee, set up a tea shop for everyone, sat down, and his cheeks were still red.
"I can't see it in liquid nitrogen. How about Juno? I'll fly to the northeast in the early morning."
Carl blew the cooler cup and sipped a sip of hot coffee.
[She is much better. Although she still has a big problem when she sleeps, at least she will get better after eating and taking medicine and cooperating with the treatment. She will probably get better soon. Brother, don’t worry too much... Well, have you seen Lu Yisi when you come back? She... doesn’t mind you accompany Juno?]
"Lu Yisi knows, she doesn't mind," the atmosphere was stiff. Carl wanted to leave this small room with heather smell as soon as possible. It was a bit urgent to drink coffee.
"Carl, why are you going to the Northeast again? What promise is really just to accompany that promise?"
Avis swallowed the cake roll in one bite and reached for Alison's plate.
Alison had to go to the refrigerator to get it again.
"No, the third brother found clues to the gathering place of Maya's descendants, so I have to go and help him."
Carl said in a deep voice and took a bite of the matcha roll.
The sloppy third brother Jason was very angry and learned from his mistakes. He had no shame to see his wife and children, and he devoted himself to the case and almost drove the forensic department crazy.
The third brother Jason turned Watster into water and crawled through the remaining water marks, scraped them down together with the floor, and sent them to a professional institution to analyze the ingredients with precision instruments.
Combined with the quark, the general direction of Walt Walt's escape and analysis of body fluid components, it was found that the harsh Walt Walt had been to a cultural reserve.
This reserve is in a valley outside Olander, and is originally a barren land isolated from the world.
During the Katlov era, it was discovered by geographers who measured the mountains, rivers and geostra.
It still retains the original tradition - long hair, robe, hunting, fishing, gathering and farming, and worshiping the god of death.
There are many different opinions on the origin of these hundreds of residents in the cultural protection area.
It is said that the residents of these reserves came from the earliest religious believers of the infamous cult organization "Meng Cult".
The violent sect can be said to be a cancer of the Federation, with a long history and many remaining.
It can be traced back to the Katlov era more than a hundred years ago.
The violent sect has all the characteristics of the cult organization - fooling the sects, ugliness people's surnames, and distorting moral values, all for the purpose of worshiping nothingness and obtaining money and women.
All the gangs of all sizes that have been banned from time to time across the country are like the most tenacious weeds, and they cannot be cleaned.
The residents in the reserve, who claim to be descendants of the Myers, behave differently than ordinary people, speak and do things strangely, and always use bloody animal heads or even dead villagers' heads to worship the god of death.
There is another saying that these weird people in the reserves are cursed and must not step out of the valley for life, otherwise they will turn into powder...
Vampires are not so exaggerated when they encounter the high sun at noon, and this statement can even save the big sun.
Other statements are extremely strange, catching the wind and shadow.
What are the "savior", "descendants of God", "descendants of extreme criminals"... all kinds of statements are based on nothing and cannot be investigated.
But being a magical resident in the reserve has something to do with the god of war, that is another matter!
Third brother Jason has sent people to guard the valley, find local guides to lead the way, communicate with the people in the reserve, and ask if there are any abnormalities recently.
The residents of the reserve who usually do not like to communicate with others happily told the indigenous guide that the gods blessed and that their ancestors had appeared -
Maya emoticon packs were painted on the doors of every household!
The indigenous people in the village who had no internet connection did not know that this was a death talisman. They knelt and bowed to the gasoline-flavored Mayan emoticons, and offered roasted wild boars and pheasants...
I thought God wanted to take their entire clan back to heaven...
"You are going to the Northeast again, go by yourself? Don't we have to go? Don't fat girl have to help you?"
Avis happily finished the matcha-flavored butter cake roll, licked the plate, and asked Alison to cook.
"Yvette has to stay in the Federation and guard the remaining crystal skulls in the museum. It's hard to say whether it's a plan to lure the tiger out of the mountain."
Carl added a few sugar cubes to the coffee and stirred well.
[What do you want to eat? Are shrimp meatball soup and pork ribs good?]
Alison cooked the rice, opened the refrigerator to look at the ingredients, and asked.
"I'll stay there soon, go directly to the airport. You... well... be careful."
Carl drank it all and put down his empty coffee cup.
One pun.
Avis didn't hear the second meaning inside, and said silly:
"Of course, Alison is with me, and no one can touch her hair!"
"It is because you are with you that you should pay attention to 'safety'! Every adult should know! It is social morality and responsibility to themselves if you don't have children randomly! You understand!"
Carl glared at Ivis, got up, and walked to the door.
Alison had long understood the hidden meaning of "safety" and shyly patted Avis on the arm.
"Ooao! I understand! I understand completely now! Don't worry! You are not so quick to be your uncle!"
Avis smiled, his mouth was rising wildly, raised his eyebrows at Alison, and was unrestrained...
[Brother, you should also be careful and don’t get hurt anymore!]
Alison stuffed Carl a pack of sautéed candy and fried chestnuts, for fear that her brother would be gloriously injured or even sacrificed gloriously.
"Don't worry, now, it's not that easy to hurt me."
...
Northeast, Oland City, International Airport.
It was dusk that the third brother came to the airport to pick up Carl.
The sun has set, but Jason is still wearing big sunglasses.
It was obvious that he was beaten by his third sister-in-law.
Or I beat other places and my eyes were swollen from crying and I didn’t dare to see anyone, so I wore these sunglasses.
"The natives in the reserve refused to evacuate to the city, and firmly believed that the Maya words of the Death-induced Talisman are the signal of the gods who will let them reach the peak of their lives from now on! They also smashed us with stones."
The third brother held the steering wheel with one hand, gave one free hand, pushed his sunglasses, and asked Carl to see the wound on his brow bone.
He tried to get the Indigenous Guide to persuade the Indigenous people in the reserve to leave the valley and receive full protection, but they did not appreciate it.
I thought the third brother was envious and jealous, so I led them away, let them leave their hometown, and then replaced them to overcome the tribulation and become immortals...
The third brother was hit by the stones of the whole village.
"From their perspective, it may be a sacrifice, and it is also a way to dedicate yourself to God and fulfill your mission. Let's take a look first. I sneak in quietly at night, so I shouldn't be stoned, right?"
Carl held back from laughing.
"You have a protective cover, I'm just a psychic, without attack protection. If you go, you won't hurt you. They are all quite weak. Hey, would it be that Waster's dog thief who tricked us?"
The third brother said worriedly.
"How do you say the psychological profile of a psychologist?"
Carl suggested that the third brother find psychological experts to study Walt, because ordinary people simply cannot see through the routine and mental journey of the ultimate perverted fishman.
Chapter completed!