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Very good, so good that I almost mistakenly thought that I was fine, and almost ignited my expectations for a new life, and planned to work hard to revive the glory of the Naton family. very good.

By the way, Mr. Cullen, how's the weather today? It's raining, but it's quite heavy.

I kind of hate rainy days. It reminds me of the sentence I said when I was chatting with you. I will be washed into a sewer in a certain street in York City by the rain. Think about it from another angle, it may be rainy in York City, and you are not welcome to join. That's right, I also took advantage of it.

"Learn to accept it, Mr. Darius, this is fate's judgment on you, and it is also the most comfortable way for you to exile yourself."

Thank you, Captain Cullen, for getting me out and for saying these things to me. Darius looked at Karen with a smile on his face. Unfortunately, there is no chance to sit face to face with you, drinking tea and basking in the afternoon sun. My intuition tells me that chatting with you will be a very comfortable thing. "You do your work well, and I finish mine. After I'm done... can I come to you for tea and sun in the last period of my life? See if I'm free, and also watch the sun Is there any availability.

Dalis put the hat of the **** robe on his head, and said with a smile, "Okay, it's time for me to meet my sunshine." Then, he walked out of the headquarters building and walked into the heavy rain.

The rain kept washing away his figure, and the places he walked seemed to have left puddles of mud. Karen reached out to catch a little rain from the outside, then shook it off, turned around, and walked up the stairs. Walking into the office, Alfred and Richard sat inside. Master, I still stick to my suggestion...

Alfred, do you know why Neo told me that it doesn't really matter who is in Philomena's body? "Subordinate..."

"You can go and look it up. Mrs. Fisher has been hanging pension allowances for many family members. Although she has never received it, she is still a member of the Religion of God, a member of the Religion of Order." Yes , the subordinates understand.

"There can't be many people involved in this matter, because someone will investigate afterwards." "Yes, master, it's because the subordinates didn't think carefully."

"No, you're just too worried about my safety, while ignoring the majesty of the divine religion. You didn't make a mistake, at least in your perception, there is nothing wrong." You are right, young master. In the shower Karen asked Richard.

Richard nodded and said she said it was your request.

Well, yes, it's a pity that today is a rainy day. Originally, I wanted Fanny and Meiqiao to come over and help her dress up, but now it seems that there is no need for this. Karen, you have to stay safe.

fine. Karen shook his head. In fact, he didn't intend to fight. However, it is more dangerous than fighting.

"Can I... can I go with you? I mean, I can drive for you, even if I just stay in the car and watch, waiting for you to come out." Are you concerned about me?

No, I can drive; you can go back later. go back

Tell your grandma what we are going to do today. ok... ok.

But you have to go home after we go out for three hours, don't use the phone or use the crow, okay? "I see, I will still ask my grandma for a cup of tea, because I am the messenger of the funeral." , Yes, I still remember Wayne's funeral customs. I think my grandma should be a little sad. No, she might be quite happy.

Judging from the grandmother's attitude towards Philomena in the private room of the cafeteria yesterday, she really doesn't like this flavor of miso, even the sauce jar.

As for one less person sadly remembering the same era... It’s okay, Karen thinks grandma is not so hypocritical, she likes to cook but not like to write poetry. Philomena came out from inside. She took a shower and changed into new clothes, and sat quietly on the chair. Go dry your hair. Karen said. Philomena responded that it was raining outside. "To dry your hair and go out is the most basic respect for rainy days."

Philomena sighed. Obviously, she was very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to show it to Karen.

Seeing the back of her re-entering the room, Karen couldn't help showing a smile. Sometimes forcing an autistic girl to do something that she thinks is stupid is also a kind of joy. Then, Karen turned to look at Richard .

However, the men of Guman's family should not have the opportunity to enjoy this kind of happiness. It is clear from the posture of old man Delong in front of his grandmother. Well, if the uncle is not mentally ill, he will probably be treated in the same way. Richard, go to the gate and watch. clear.

After Richard walked out, Karen sat behind his desk.

Alfred stood up and poured a glass of ice water for his young master: "Master, I will go back to the funeral parlor first and wait for you to come home." "I want to eat wonton noodles for supper." "Yes, young master."

After brushing her hair, Philomena came out, and now she and Karen were the only ones left in the office.

"I can feel that Alfred's attitude towards you is not that of a master and servant." "Is it only now that you feel it?" Hmm.

Then your senses are really dull. The details in the dream are easily overlooked.

"Are you mentally prepared? After so many years of dreaming, it's time to wake up." I remember the captain you said to me, if the dream is really comfortable, there is no need to cling to reality. Suggesting a healthy and positive attitude towards life to people often encounters disgust from the other party.

Maybe when I said that to you, our relationship was not as it is now, so for irrelevant people, if you can persuade them to sit, don't persuade them to stand, and if you can persuade them to lie down, don't persuade them to sit.

Do you know the definition of a dream? It is a short-lived beauty. Philomena, you have been dreaming for so long, enough to make many people envious. "Filomina looked contemplative and nodded for a long time. You are right. Time is passing by every minute. During this period, Karen lit three cigarettes.

In fact, Alfred had already prepared soul healing potions for himself, but how to put it, the effect was not as good as the smoke from the Thunder God Sect, because what he needed was paralysis rather than useless treatment.

I can't go to the church hospital for an examination, this soul wound...it's hard to explain. Finally, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Richard pushed open the door.

Karen asked. It seems that our old lady came to pick up her granddaughter... No, it was Bishop Dauphinant who came. …

Karen walked down the stairs with Philomena, and at the top of the stairs, Ventura and Muri stood there. team leader. team leader.

Um. Karen nodded to them and continued down.

Philomena lingered on Ventura and Murray for a while, then followed Karen's footsteps.

After the two walked down, Ventura breathed a sigh of relief, and said: The feeling the captain gave me today is different from before. what was it like

Big brother, my brother. Ventura pursed her lips and helped me save my brother. Today is indeed different, and people change.

"Will it change?" Ventura shook his head, "I think it's probably because after today, it won't be long before Mr. Alfred will take Philomena to the performing arts hall in Allen Manor."

Murray was slightly surprised, and asked doubtfully, "Did Mr. Alfred tell you?"

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"No." Ventura looked at Murry and smiled, "It's because when the captain just walked down, it gave me the feeling of looking at the portrait in the living room at home. The captain is not going to perform a mission today, nor is he simply protecting his subordinates." , but... to guard his followers." I'm surprised you'd say something like that. Murray put his hand on Ventura's head and rubbed it.

You should read more of Mr. Alfred's notes, Brother Murray. "I was watching."

You gotta go see it, or, to use Mr. Alfred's old saying... Ventura made a face at Muri, you ain't got no part of the cobwebs on the mural. ...

There was a VIP car parked outside the headquarters building. From the outside, one could see an old man wearing a bishop's robe sitting in the back seat. Bishop Dauphinant, who ranked relatively low in the York City region, was also a bishop. An attendant stood at the door.

Karen held up her umbrella, walked down the steps of the building, stopped, and glanced back at Philomena. Philomena steps down, sheltered by Karen's umbrella. She even looked up curiously and looked up at the umbrella.

The attendant said: My Lord Bishop personally came to pick up Miss Philomena at the request of Mrs. Fisher.

Although the Fisher family has died out, it was after all the family of the chief bishop of the York City region, and the family's influence still has some remnants. The Bishop of Dauphinant had served as an attendant to Philomena's great-grandfather.

Karen said, "Please tell the Bishop that Philomena is one of my team members, and I will personally send her home." The attendant looked at Karen, and said in a very polite but arrogant manner: Captain Karen, this is what the bishop meant. you know me

How could I not know you. The attendant still had the same expression as before. Well, I mean, I'll take her home without bothering my lord bishop.

Captain Karen, please respect my lord's orders. The waiter's voice raised a little. This is a family matter of the Fisher family, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to intervene.

I have no intention of interfering, I just want to send my subordinates home. In addition, please tell your lord that I am a mad dog. I just witnessed Dolphin and Bishop Naton committing suicide in front of me yesterday. "

The attendant's tone faltered, and he became angry, asking, "Captain Karen, is he threatening my lord bishop?"

Karen said with a smile: "You can make your voice louder, and then pass it on for me and shout it again. The next investigation target of the Whip of Order is the Dauphinant Bishop's family, if you can make this decision for your lord. "you…

The attendant's momentum suddenly weakened, and he immediately turned and ran towards the VIP car.

After a while, the VIP car drove away, and the attendant turned back and trotted back: "My lord said, it's hard work for Captain Karen."

Karen nodded, stretched out his hand, and lifted the poncho hat on the attendant's head, letting the rain fall on his head and face: "Remember, you are not qualified to speak loudly here. .” Yes, I remembered.

Karen took Filomina to his second-hand Pens car, which Neo had always said would be refitted, but it hasn't been done yet. Philomena got into the co-pilot, looked at the attendant walking away in the rain, and wondered, "So we can be so tough now?"

It wasn't possible before, but after Dolfo died, it became a little bit more possible. Karen continued while starting the car, the main reason is that your family is not much left, and the bishop just dealt with it to save the last bit of face, so there is no need to fight hard with our group of mad dogs. Bishop, there is no nod from above, where we can check it if we say it. ’ Philomena nodded, so it was.

The used black Pens was still reliable, and after driving into the suburbs, it drove a dirt road and finally stopped in front of a clearing. Fisher's house, here we are, but out of sight. "It's here, you go in first, I'll come up after I smoke a cigarette."

"Captain, I remember you said that my house doesn't have a telephone line, so it's very troublesome to contact me. I need to fold more crows."

"If you want, you can redecorate your home. I'll ask our director to contact the construction team that will do the renovation for my office." Captain, tell me, would it be better if it was burned?

"The burning is only for outsiders to see. Only you know if you still have it in your heart." Philomena opened the car door. Karen reminded to bring something. Philomena picked up the umbrella and opened it. Karen shook her head. I said knife.

Philomena picked up the Nightmare Blade, looked at Karen, and said: Captain, today you are different from before. Did you just feel it?

"Yes, I'm slow to respond, as you've said about me." Go for it. "Yes, Captain."

Philomena turned around, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a knife in her right, and walked towards her home. When she approached, a dilapidated villa appeared in the blank space in front of her. Karen, who was sitting in the car, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his face, and said to himself, "Don't embarrass grandpa today, the pressure is indeed great."

Turning over the rear-view mirror so that it faced her face, and looking at herself inside, Karen laughed at herself: Grandpa’s image is really a burden, which made me lose my temper a lot today. …

Philomena opened the door, and the old wooden door made a harsh and elongated friction sound. In the living room, it was very lively and there were many people sitting there.

Some are reading newspapers, some are drinking coffee, some are chatting, some are knitting sweaters... They are all acquaintances, the acquaintances in the portraits.

"Look, everyone, look, who is here, oh, it's our little cutie, Philomena, haha." Mrs. Fisher, who rarely changed into a dress, greeted the living room with a smile on her face. People from all over the world came together to meet the girl who came back with a knife in her hand. "Come on, call someone, this is your great-grandfather, this is your grandfather, this is your uncle, this is your second uncle, this is..." Mrs. Fisher took the trouble to introduce one by one. These puppet puppets show corresponding expressions to cooperate.

Once, in order to help her grandmother collect doll materials, Philomena personally helped another puppeteer to blackmail the Lemar Pottery Museum. That was also the second time she met Karen after the final selection.

Now, my grandma's purpose of preparing the puppet has been revealed. Grandma, she has been preparing for today's family dinner very early. The captain is right, it is time to wake up from the dream, but this does not prevent the final immersion.

Philomena began to greet the people present. These were all members of the Fisher family, her elders.

The Fisher family, which was once extremely prosperous, inherited the position of chief bishop of the York City region, but it fell into decline overnight. Come, son, you are allowed to eat at the table today.

Philomena noticed that even her father, who could only eat food dropped from the table on weekdays, had been taken care of today, put on new clothes, and had his hair combed.

But the father who was sitting at the dining table still had his hands folded in front of him, sniffing his nose from time to time, sticking out his tongue and dripping saliva. At this moment, Mrs. Fisher's eyes fell on the knife in Philomena's hand. This strength is somewhat familiar. do you know grandma

"Let me take a look." Mrs. Fisher approached, "The Nightmare Blade, hehe, her weapon, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, why is it in your hands." "Borrowed."

Alas, it's very good. Seeing it is like seeing an acquaintance. When I see an acquaintance, I can't help but think of the past. Oh, it was also such a rainy afternoon, and there was a family gathering at home. As soon as I opened the window, I was pleasantly surprised to see that he had come to look for me at home on his own initiative. I excitedly called your grandpa over and said, look, the man I really love to death, he came to see me, he came to me!"

As Mrs. Fisher said, she pushed open the window, as if she wanted to show Philomena deliberately how excited she was when the man came to her house that day.

The window was opened, and she saw the figure of a man walking towards here under the rain curtain. It was a little blurred because of the rain, but the texture seemed to overlap with the scene in her memory in an instant.

Karen, who walked into the yard, heard the sound of the window opening, stopped and looked up.

He saw an old lady pointing at him excitedly. The falling rain covered other sounds, but he could see the expression of the old lady: crying and laughing. Mrs. Fisher clutched her chest, choked up and said, look, he's here.