【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Anthony saw Rossi at a glance.

When he looked at the annual group photo before, he easily spotted the boy who stood out the most in the last few photos, at least for Anthony.

Most of the children in the "Happy House" look cheerful and happy, but except for themselves, their predecessors Forman, Kennedy, and this one in front of themselves. Obviously, the four of them are special. Judging by the photos, Kennedy has grown up and left.

He raised his hands and pressed them down slightly, and the children gradually quieted down, all looking at him. He walked slowly to Rossi's neighborhood.

Anthony put down his backpack, took out two tightly wrapped small reagent bottles, and placed them on Rossi's desk, then took the keychain from his waist and opened a small folding knife. He then smeared two reagents on the back of the knife and the palm of his left hand.

During this time, Rossi finally looked up at him, but her eyes did not shine, and she did not even have curiosity. Anthony put the knife in the palm of his hand, and with a slight pull, a rust-red liquid appeared in his hand.

The children gasped, but Rosie still didn't respond.

Rose gasped as well, and Ulli, who was standing next to her, pulled her and whispered to her that it was just a little liquid. Seeing Anthony smile and wipe the "blood" off her hands with a tissue, she was relieved, but she felt uncomfortable that she had just acted so stupid, just like those children.

She frowned, interrupted Anthony's explanation, and said loudly, "Pate, what else did you bring?" Anthony

raised his hands and said innocently, "It's just some general chemical reagents."

Rose angrily took Anthony's backpack to check, Anthony took the opportunity to take out a piece of white phosphorus, borrowed a water cup, took a cup of hot water, put the white phosphorus on the lid of the cup, and soon, the white phosphorus began to burn.

The children gathered around, and Anthony shielded the flames with his arms to keep them from getting too close, and told them, "There will be ghost fires in the cemetery, and it is possible that phosphorus is burning..."

He was tall and could easily see the flames.

Anthony noticed and raised an eyebrow. Everybody loves fire.

Of course, he didn't dare to play with fire recently, the fire burned at a limited rate, and before it was half burned, Superman came. Or a bomb is better ... I think it's crooked.

Rose quickly came in and took Anthony away, and Uri came in to take order.

Anthony was determined not to leave, but let Rose busy herself, saying that she would go around casually. Rose insisted on staring at him, so he went with her, and walked straight into the room where he had been.

Rose complained: "You can't enter the child's room at will.

Anthony raised his hands and said, "I'll just stand here and see, and don't touch anything."

Rose didn't say anything, she was confident that there was nothing bad anyway.

Anthony spun around in the middle of the room, his memory quickly reviving. This is indeed the largest room, and it has been renovated and is still mostly the same. He saw a different style of black wardrobe and bookshelves, a poster of an animated movie on the wall, and the bed was still in that corner, but there was a large IKEA shark on the bed.

Anthony remembered something, turned around, and looked at a sticker next to the door with Rossi's name and headshot written on it. He burst out laughing, and Rose at the door looked at him inexplicably.

"This is a cursed room. He muttered under his breath.

Rose didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Anthony shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just that we are really fated." That, the shark, was bought for him by Rosie's relatives?"

Rose crossed her arms, shrugged her shoulders, and made a regretful expression: "We couldn't find Rosie's relative, the shark, which I bought for his birthday last time.

Anthony blinked, remembering that it was true that children like them were doing well in food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and might even buy them gifts that were much better than the other children, out of Rose's compensatory psychology or trying to keep their mouths shut. Well, maybe it's also to isolate other children to be jealous.

He remembered that he had a Megatron figure with him, but he didn't take it with him when he left. According to Foran, he was also given a Harry Potter scarf. In short, they seem to be the most pampered children.

The reason for staying in the largest room is similar. And if you are picked up in the middle of the night and drown in the bathtub, you will not be noticed by others.

The point is not this, but....

Anthony pointed to the cabinet and said, "Has this cabinet been moved?"

Rose looked at the position and shrugged, "I think so, maybe the new desk is a little bigger, so I moved it to the side." That was a few years ago, and I don't remember exactly.

Anthony nodded: "I remember it very well because I had a poster of Scarlett Johansson in the back of my closet, and I was so nervous."

Rose laughed: "I remembered, I went to clean your room after you left, and I was curious about why there was a worn floor next to your closet, and I opened it to find a beautiful poster." Young lads are like that.

Anthony laughed twice and walked out of the room.

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Clark sits on his suitcase, holding his phone and crackling and typing. Although he has sharp fingers, the keyboard of his mobile phone is only that big, and it is easy to press the wrong keys, and he has to constantly delete the wrong words.

Behind him, Jonathan appears to be sorting out a wooden box but is actually in a fugue, while Martha is busy in and out of the kitchen, trying to decorate her son with more snacks on the way. Clark initially tried to mumble a few words in protest, but Martha's stubbornness, coupled with the fact that she was too busy recording her own sudden inspirations, let her go.

Clarke's last resistance was to sit on the trunk and not let Martha stuff the desserts into the suitcase. Rao, so many sweets, the fridge can't fit in!

Martha: "Isn't there still Anthony?"

Clark: "He... He seems to be a little tired of eating..."Ah, do you really want me to say that the two of us are a little embarrassed? No, Martha is so sensitive, she has already found out

!" He didn't say it explicitly, take it quickly!

" Clark turned his eyes to Jonathan for help, and the old father coughed and said tentatively, "It's a bit much, but... Clarke, you can share it with your colleagues, too!"

Martha whispered, "Ahhh Do they like to eat brownies?"

Clark: "Oh no, the Mets have good pastry shops.

"But it's different, Clark, it's made by Martha, handmade, and it's better for gifts. Clark

gave up resistance, checked the phone message a little for grammatical errors, and sent it directly. As a result, it was too long, so I had to cut it in half and send it in two parts.

The signal in the countryside was not very good, and he waited for more than ten seconds before seeing the prompt that the delivery was successful, breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to wait for a reply.

While waiting, Clark kept looking at the time, and then felt that something was wrong, and found an app, which was a Sudoku mini-game recommended to him by Anthony.

It's simple for Superman, and now he's a little irritable, and the quick jog makes the phone stuck. He pressed it a few times, but the number of the nine-square grid no longer changed.

Martha: "Clark?"

Clarke: "Hmm.

Jonathan: "Clark?" "

It's just that the phone suddenly stopped working."

Jonathan offered to fix his phone, saw his phone screen and asked, "How did you start playing Sudoku?" I remember you didn't like it after playing it for two days when you were a kid. Because numbers activate your superbrain more easily than words.

Clark: "Anthony recommended it." "

Jonathan will fix tractors and harvesters, but not mobile phones. His only operation is to force the phone to shut down, pull out the battery and put it back in, and then turn it on again, even if it is repaired.

Clark took the phone and found it ready to use. He muttered a thank you, saw the inbox marked red, and immediately clicked in, only to realize that it was just a spam email.

"Alas.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Isn't it fixed

?" Clark: "He doesn't answer emails yet..."

Martha: "Is it work?"

Jonathan: "It's Anthony."

Clark jumped up like a hot ass and shouted, "Just asking him to help me see the inspiration for a novel!"

Martha opened another crisper box: "Looks like you've made up your mind to apologize and reconcile, that's good, I should have prepared more cookies."

"No, Mom! Clark covered his forehead with a headache, and he forgot that the atmosphere between himself and Anthony was not as good as before... Harmonious.

Anthony doesn't reply because he's still mad at me, right? Now he's not at work...

Martha packed all the snacks into a backpack, "Okay, add your backpack, that's it." Don't tell me it's too heavy for you to take with you. "

Martha, I—"

"Clark!" "

Okay, Mom. "