【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

In the evening metropolis, the red sunset is sprinkled on the horizon, and people who come and go will nod and smile in a friendly way, whether they recognize it or not.

Anthony carried his large suitcase upstairs. He rented a house, moved in with his bags, and didn't need to move furniture or anything. But he has a lot of luggage, and there is no elevator, so it is a bit difficult to carry.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Anthony stuck the wheels of his suitcase on the steps and looked down.

The visitor was a rustic young man, who was in his early nineties at a height of one meter and nine, but he was wearing a crumpled suit, a little hunchbacked, and a tacky black-rimmed glasses. It's a little curly, but it's kind of cute.

"You... Need help?"

"Thank you so much if it's convenient!"

the young man stepped forward and held the box. Anthony let go and watched as he lifted his suitcase with ease and headed upstairs.

"I'm new here, my name is Anthony Pate and I live in 402.

"Really? We're quite connected, I mean, I live in 401. I'm Clark Kent. Clark

put the box down and waited for the new neighbor to pull out the key to open the door. Anthony was a cut shorter than him, about 1.8 meters, with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a shirt and no tie, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his tight forearms.

He doesn't look very old, mainly because he has flesh on his cheeks and a well-groomed beard, and some people believe that he is a high school student.

Clark helped Anthony carry the box into the house, and glanced at it, the basic furniture in the room was there.

Anthony: "Thank you! go ahead and I'll clean up after myself." Clark

opened the door to his house and opened the refrigerator door thinking about his new neighbor. The other party seems to have a bit of a Kansas accent, maybe it's a fellow countryman, I forgot to ask just now... I'll send some apple pie later, and I'll ask by the way.

This is the first time I have taken the initiative to make friends with my neighbors in my own life, so I must behave well!

-

Anthony closes the door, drags the box to the middle of the living room, and opens it. In the afternoon, he brought over the computer and other things, mainly clothes and books.

He stopped moving in his hand and suddenly looked up at the TV wall. Someone was spying on him.

After a few seconds, the feeling of being spied on was gone. Anthony frowned, took out the flattened doll and slapped it vigorously, thinking: Isn't the Met safe either?

After hastily cleaning up, Anthony turned off all the lights, took out the detector and walked around the house without any clues. The magic sensor didn't respond either.

"This is really a supernatural event.

Anthony didn't pursue it anymore and went into the kitchen. Today's fridge is naturally empty, but this morning he made blueberry biscuits, plus the yogurt he cooked last weekend, which can be eaten straight away.

He knocked on the door with two bowls of yogurt and a plate of blueberry biscuits.

The door soon opened, and his tall new neighbor smiled shyly at him. Anthony: "Won't you invite me in?"

Clarke's face flushed slightly, "No, you can come in."

Anthony handed the tray to Clark and sniffed, "It's so fragrant, what's it? Do you have a copy of me?"

Of course, that's what I did for you.

"Wow, my pleasure. Clark

went into the kitchen to tinker, and Anthony had a sense of boundaries, sitting on the small couch and flipping through the magazines on the coffee table.

"Superman Reappears and Saves the Little Girl Who Fell from the Tower"

Anthony is not interested, and he personally deals more with Batman next door. He glanced around boredly and saw the computer on the dining table.

Hill didn't say anything, thanks to his mother's constant grip on his hand. But his lips were white and trembling so badly that he seemed to be roaring in the next second. His eyes stopped blinking at all, and he stared at the priest who was standing in front of the tombstone and spoke at length, as if he were looking at a mortal enemy for life.

"Andy saw something unusual about the mother and son, and thought they were grief-stricken, so he immediately went over and tried to hold on to Hill..."

, Anthony let out a scream.

Clark rushed out of the kitchen, nearly knocking the shelf over, and saw Anthony slump on the chair next to the dining table, screaming in disbelief, "Clark! You're a 'little kite in Kansas?!'"

Clark lifted it to his chest, not knowing whether to breathe a sigh of relief or lift it higher. Well, compared to the exposure of another identity, it is not a big deal to be found by a neighbor to be an online writer.

Anthony knelt in his chair and turned his head to look at him with sparkling eyes: "Clark, can I see it?" Clark: "

Ah... OK.

"If you don't want me to see it, don't force it.

"No, that's not what I meant, I mean, you can see, I'd love to.

Anthony slid the document up expectantly, and within two pulls, he saw something familiar. It's the next preview of last week's 'Kite of Kansas'.

"No, Clark! You've only written more than 300 words in two weeks?Oh my God! Oh my God! You've taken a leave of absence last week!" Clark

: "Listen to me

!" Anthony howled a few times before stopping, glaring at Clark viciously: "Little Kite! Update!"

Clark: "That... I... I've been looking for a job lately, and I'm always failing interviews, and I'm not in a good mood and unmotivated..."

Really? Poor Clark, maybe I can help.

Anthony took the apple pie and blew on it, and couldn't wait to eat a piece, but he was so hot that he couldn't spit it out, and he swallowed it easily, and praised, "It's delicious!"

Clark: "This is what my mother taught me to make." "

Your mother must be a gentle and good mother.

"By the way, I'm from Kansas. I hear you have a bit of a

Kansas accent, right?" Anthony paused and replied, "I don't know my own accent either, but I did live in Kansas for a few years. When I was about eight years old, I moved to Kansas City. Where are you in Kansas?"

"Smowell, a small town, you probably haven't heard of it.

"Uh-huh, you guessed it. Last week I applied for a chemistry teacher at a nearby middle school, and next week I'm going to do it. Do you have any work intentions?"

"I... You see, I think I'm better suited to writing jobs. "

Editor?full-time author?

""... Newspaperman. "

Wow, nice ideals. But, Clark, you can't be a reporter if you're so shy.

"I just want to... Justice for the weak... Haha, you know, it's exposing society or something.

Anthony tilted his head to the side, his face shrouded in the shadow of the bookshelf. "Clark is such a kind and brave man. The best news company in the Met is the Planet Daily.

"I know, I'm going to have an interview the day after tomorrow. Maybe... Well, can you pass on some experience to me?"

"I haven't interviewed for this kind of career, but it's probably pretty much the same. First of all, maybe you should change out of your glasses, which obscure your attractive eyebrows.

Clark leaned back, dodging Anthony's outstretched hand, and his right hand protected the frame: "Sorry, that, I'm used to it, and it's my birthday present, so..."

Have you considered buying a new suit?"

-

Anthony bought a complete set of protective equipment, Wayne Tech. He even installed soundproof cotton on the two communal video walls.

Anthony is sure that Clark is a good old man. But his instincts told him that Clark was a dangerous person to him. And it's not a dangerous person who can be avoided by moving.

After many years of studying the mystical side, Anthony knows that there are many mysterious powers that are not known to the public. Perhaps Clark is a wizard with mysterious magical powers.

But the second and third days didn't show the feeling of being spied on, and Anthony temporarily dismissed the move. Moving around is not an option, there are not many old-fashioned houses in the metropolis.

Clark went to the interview today and didn't come back, so it's safe.

Anthony walked into a room densely packed with data cables and electronic instruments. He picked up the wired phone on his desk and dialed one.

"Dear Carmen, the lemon juice has been squeezed, please go to the counter and get it yourself. Happy to work with.

Two minutes later, Anthony looked down at the screen. A swift stream of money went from Gotham to Shirley Sheeran in Florida, then Christopher Harris in Nevada, then Mei Hui Chen in Canada... Finally arrived at the account of Alexander Pate in Kansas.

Three million dollars.

Anthony: "Thank you Daddy. "