【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Clark was in a good mood because the government issued an official statement, first the federal government gave Superman 5,000 dollars a month, the Metropolitan government was not to be outdone, and gave Superman a monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, and the kind and enthusiastic Mr. Wayne also came to get involved, giving everyone in the Justice League a fixed monthly salary of 8,000 yuan every month. Although all the money went to the Justice League, Clark still felt that he had money.

He got into Anthony's car with the good news and showed the news to Anthony. Anthony glanced at it and said frankly: "I think it's a bit hanging, it's not that the money on your card is unreliable." Clark

: "But there's no way I'm going to give my card number."

Anthony: "If you think about the building you destroyed in the Darkseid incident, if you want to claim compensation, your three monthly salaries add up to scum." Clark

looked aggrieved, Anthony: "Then you can only eat me." Clark

: "Ah, I'm a wife, well, aren't we going home?"

"It's Margaret's funeral and Mike's wedding, I'm going to buy you a suit."

"And what about Jessica? She needs to eat, she needs to go for a walk.

Anthony: "Didn't we have a community college student downstairs, I discussed it with her, and when she came back from school, Jessica opened the door with a leash in her hand, and they went out for a walk together, and I gave her twenty dollars afterwards."

Clark blinked, "Good idea." It

was a busy weekend, Clark had a rare touch to the steering wheel, and Anthony leaned on the passenger seat to make a call. Listening to the unfamiliar names in Anthony's mouth, Clark was a little curious, but he couldn't help but not talk more.

Anthony soothed Foran on the phone: "That's just their routine inquiry... It's not about forcing you to get married... Okay, okay, we're not getting married... You tell him that you have the money, the time, and the experience of taking care of children, and you are from the same orphanage as Rosie, so you can be a good single father... Okay, it's not a father, it's a guardian, okay?"

"Forun, Forun, listen to me, take a deep breath, calm down, the more impatient you appear, the more they will disapprove of you... Yes, they don't know the facts, but Rosie's whereabouts are in their hands..."

Anthony finally reassured Forren and communicated with the person in charge of the adoption center to get Rosie in his hands. He sighed, hung up, and saw Clark peeking at him without a trace.

He took the initiative to explain: "Foran is the person who sponsored me to go to college after I got out of the orphanage, which is equivalent to me... Characters like a father or brother. His brain circuitry is indeed a bit strange, next time I take you to see him, don't talk nonsense.

Clark was dumbfounded for a moment before he realized that Anthony was preparing to take him to his parents.

Inexplicably excited.

"Rosie was also my orphanage kid, a teenager, and Foran was willing to adopt him and take him to Chicago... Summer vacation? Or when we're going to Chicago.

Clark's eyes sparkled: "Okay!"

Anthony adjusted his mood and introduced Margaret to him: "I don't know Margaret very well, but she is a CP fan of both of us." "

What?"

"Hmm... Didn't I say that I like the work of sour radish sandwich very much? It was a girl from Korea, and her sexual orientation was ordinary, but she liked to watch other people fall in love, and write about other people's love... Margaret, her friend and reader, had similar interests. And then...... Well, she herself has never even been in a relationship, not even a crush, and she herself says that she does not easily believe that love will happen to her. "

It feels... She has a bit of low self-esteem?"

Anthony nodded: "She is very introverted, she spoke to me very quietly at first, and only opened the conversation box when we met for the second time. "

None of them knew Margaret very well, and they were just mourning the loss of a young life.

Clark parked his car in the open parking lot and followed Anthony out of the car. The week after the Darkseid incident is the peak of the funeral, although it has been low recently, but it is still higher than usual, many of them have been in the hospital for a while, and they can't hold on.

Margaret didn't die because of Darkseid. In a sense, it can be considered an indirect factor, Darkseid made her appear directly in front of Anthony.

They were all dressed in black suits, blending into the crowd and not being conspicuous. Clark was also holding a bouquet of white roses.

Anthony pulls out his phone and finds the place where Margaret is about to be buried. This is a young and introverted girl, who has not achieved much at the moment, and does not have many friends, and there are a few people standing in the open space in front of the grave.

Park saw Anthony from a distance and waved at him. She was dressed in a black lady's suit and even high heels, trotted over a few steps, and Anthony introduced her, "This is my boyfriend Clark." The

girl solemnly shook Clark's hand: "Thank you very much for coming to see Margaret, she has always wanted to knock the CP of the two of you in person." If so, can you hold hands? Margaret would be happy if she saw it. Clark

thought it was a little funny, but more than that, it was sad.

Anthony took his hand and nodded to her.

Clark looked around and whispered, "I can see why you're here to say hello and not... Margaret's parents?"

As he said this, he also observed the people present, most of them looked very young, and there were only three elderly people besides the priest, and one of them was a husband and wife, and the woman was holding the arm of the man. But they were all just standing far away.

Park Luoxin replied in a low voice: "I don't understand either, anyway, Margaret's parents just don't like Margaret." Rumor has it that Margaret was the product of her mother's cheating, and when her mother reformed and reconciled with her father, they didn't like her anymore.

Anthony and Clark said they didn't understand the strange plot.

Park Luoxin introduced them a little more: the couple was Margaret's parents, the lonely middle-aged man was her teacher at the community college, the little yellow hair was Margaret's suitor, and the one wearing a knitted skirt was another classmate of hers... There is also her brother Park Rosen, who came with her.

"If you want me to say," Park Luoxin suppressed his voice but couldn't suppress his tone, "I really think it's that Andrew, her suitor who did it." Andrew, you say he's a suitor, he's very extreme, he always wants to take Margaret to try drugs, and he writes her threatening letters. The police also arrested him, and he did not have an alibi, but his lawyer was very tricky, and he was finally released due to lack of evidence.

She had a fierce expression, as if she was going to kill the guy.

Anthony touched his nose and declined to comment. Clark didn't know anything but remained silent.

Margaret, 21 years old, died of ruptured internal organs and hemorrhage, the murderer is unknown, the police can only put this file away in the box, waiting for any new clues to come up with in the future to overturn the case.

There are photos on the tombstone, obviously ID photos, and Margaret's expression looks very stiff, not as good as her real life.

Anthony led Clark to the tomb, listened to the priest praying there, bowed his head slightly, and looked at the black coffin in a daze. It wasn't the first time he had attended the funeral of his victim, and if he remembered correctly, he was even led by Alan to the funeral of Ellen's victim.

He didn't feel guilty, and Margaret didn't know him very well, and she didn't have any other value. He listened to the prayer indifferently, and finally took the flowers from Clark's hand and gently tossed them onto the coffin.

Park Luoxin, she has been sobbing quietly, and her brother pulled out the silk scarf on his chest and gently wiped away her tears.

Anthony glanced over there, and just felt that their girlfriends were in love, but he heard the sound of snorting around him, only to find that the big man next to him also had red eyes. Anthony thought about it, he couldn't blow his nose with a tie to Clarke, but standing dry seemed to be ruthless, so he pinched himself, and his eyes became wet.

So, at this solemn and cold funeral, three people who are not related by blood stood in front of the grave and wept.