【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Clark parked the car, and the two turnip heads followed him upstairs with his ass, gearing up to surprise the chemistry teacher.

Clark has always maintained a good habit of not peeping, but he held the large box with his left hand and knocked on the door with his right hand.

The apartment door was opened a little more cautiously, and Clark saw Anthony's face through the crack in the door. Anthony was about to say something when the two children rushed up together and pushed the door open.

"Surprise

!" "Wait!"

"Whoa-"

Clark watched as the door slammed open and slammed into Anthony's head, knocking him to the ground. Then, the three people outside the door could easily see the decoration of the house.

Nolan didn't quite understand yet, Fanny had already begun to coax: "Is Mr. Anthony going to be in love?", Anthony

was still sitting on the ground with his head covered

, and he was furious when he heard the words: "Get out!" He stood up suddenly, regardless of the redness and swelling on his forehead, and threw the two children out of the door forcefully: "Don't let me see you again!".

The moment he closed the door, Clark put his finger on the door frame, and the door caught his fingers so hard that it nearly shattered. Anthony angrily opened the door again and kicked Clark in the stomach: "You get out too!" and

then the door finally closed smoothly.

Outside the door, three people squatted on the ground, looking at each other. Clark had already understood the truth of the matter (self-righteousness), sighed and said, "I'll send you back." Clark

put the box in the room first, and then Fanny and Nolan obediently followed him downstairs.

In view of Anthony's anger just now, Clark did not dare to touch Anthony's car, so he could only take a taxi with his two children.

Fanny reacted and asked Clark worriedly, "Did your finger get caught in the crack of the door just now?" Clark

stretched out his hand to show her, and there was only a little red on his knuckles: "It's okay, it's not serious, I'm more resistant."

Nolan and Fanny discussed it, thinking that Anthony should have failed to confess or was still in the preparation stage, and was found out, and became angry.

Clark silently agreed. I just don't know who it is, maybe I want to make an appointment to meet tonight just to discuss it with him.

However, Clark has a better memory than the two frightened little guys, and he still remembers that Anthony was hit on the forehead by the door, which is probably uncomfortable.

So, after sending the two troublemakers back, Clark would go back in the same taxi. It's not a short distance back and forth, and when Clark pays, there was another pain in his flesh.

However, when he went to buy medicine and food for Anthony, it didn't hurt anymore. He bought Anthony a bunch of over-the-counter pills for trauma and went to pack a Chinese meal, as well as a big box of New Year's milk and a bag of tropical fruits, which he paid for very refreshedly.

Clark went upstairs with two large bags and knocked on Anthony's door, but of course there was no response. He leaned against the door and listened, and when he heard Anthony's steady and strong heartbeat, he was relieved.

He opened the door of his house, took the medicine and went to the balcony, jumped to Anthony's balcony under the cover of night, and found that the sliding glass doors of the balcony were closed, and the curtains were all closed.

Clark remembered that Anthony's glass door was unlocked, and on closer inspection, Anthony had tied the handles of the middle two glass doors with wire, and blocked the rails underneath with wooden blocks.

Clark: It's... Only guard against gentlemen, not villains.

Clarke, believing that he wasn't a bad guy, knocked on the glass door, put the medicine on the floor, and went back to his house. He put the packaged food in the pot to keep warm, then turned over a pile of ingredients to make a milkshake for Anthony.

Soon, he made the shake and hesitated to put it in the freezer. It's a little cold now, will it be disgusted to put it in the refrigerator too cold? But if you don't put it in the refrigerator, the milkshake feels bad taste.

In the end, he decided to put the banana milkshake in the fridge and keep the mango milkshake at room temperature.

With all that done, Clark sat down on the couch and waited for the milkshake in the fridge to get cold while waiting for Anthony to deflat. He couldn't help but want to hear what Anthony was doing, and forget it after thinking about it. If Anthony knew he was "eavesdropping" him, he would have been even angrier.

Clark then began to code.

The title is still blank, but the outline is almost there. The ending is yet to be determined, and Clark decides to see his own mentality when the time comes, and if they are in a good mood, they will be killed, and if they are in a bad mood, they will be wiped out.

Little Kite wants to be a freewheeling author.

Clark had been thinking about the beginning for a long time, and as soon as he put it in, he crackled and typed, and the plot unfolded like flowing water.

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What is Anthony doing?

He's using Joe Kerr's account to chat with Foran anyway, Joe Kerr isn't dead in every sense of the word, and the Joker doesn't use his account anymore.

As for the wound on the forehead, it has long been healed. Although Anthony is not the type with rough skin and thick flesh, he can't stand the large enough medicine box at home, and the redness and swelling will soon disappear with the medicinal oil.

Although he was angry about the two bear children, he was not always obsessed with it, and he was angry that the situation was beyond his control, and he was exposed to Clarke's eyes before he was ready.

But he soon calmed down, and looking at Clark's performance, he probably didn't realize that it was for him. Then it's okay, I'm still in the driver's seat.

But Anthony is waiting, just to dry Clark and accept his apology, after all, he is still angry. Anthony definitely doesn't wronged himself.

So he used Joe Kerr's account to contact Foran, and Forlen's apparent identity was quite normal anyway.

Foran: Why do you think of me?

Anthony: I want to have a boyfriend.

Foran: Like your ex-girlfriend?

Anthony: No, the kind that wants to talk about marriage.

There was silence for a while. Anthony continued typing: I want you to test him for me.

Forren: Temptation what? Does he love you? Is he loyal? How are you like a little girl.

Anthony: He's not an ordinary person, he's... Vigilantes, that kind of... Anyway, it's not an ordinary person, you see?

Forlen: Why do you want to jump on the tip of a knife?

Anthony: I don't want to let myself live in humiliation, and it's a good addition to my family.

While typing, Anthony also listened to the movement in the headphones and turned on the music. This audio is from Rossi's "Life Reality Show". When he heard the door open, he turned off the music and listened carefully.

It was quite quiet over there, just a little footsteps, stopped, pulled out the seat...

These were pretty routine, so Anthony continued typing.

Foran: Well, who is

it? Anthony: My neighbor.

Foran: Which vigilante is he

?Anthony: Look at my city?

There was silence for a while, and Anthony heard a soft rustle in the headphones, probably writing, eighty percent diary. What's the use of keeping a diary? The diary is too big to hide, and it will definitely be destroyed by Rose.

Foran: You're a bold man.

Anthony: Thanks for the compliment.

Foran: How do you want to test him?

Anthony: Just look at his mystical qualities, so I can give myself the whole private space.

Foran: Huh.

Anthony knew he agreed. So he continued typing: I also want a pair of silver rings on them, well, the kind that has a little bit of love magic.

Foran direct quote.

Anthony: Can you send some of that colorful black ink? I'll write him a contract.

Forren: How vicious you are.

Looking at this chat log, others may think that it is a game of the second boy and girl, only the two of them know, these are true.

Foran: How's your progress toward your ultimate goal?

Anthony: Plus one to your progress before Christmas.

Anthony: Lately there have been more superheroes, and people are looking down on us magicians.

Foran: Your own business, take control of the progress yourself.

Anthony sent him a cute emoji.

Foran is now playing in Chicago, running a pharmaceutical factory, ostensibly to make some ordinary trauma drugs, but in fact to manufacture and transport heroin, and at the core of it is Foran's wizarding world.

Anthony thanked him for giving him remote lessons on the wall of his room in the orphanage to help him tide over the difficult time. But people like Forren can't be trusted easily, and Anthony is also half-truthful.

At this moment, the voice from the balcony was heard again: "Anthony, Anthony?".