【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Anthony: It's not that men don't reply to messages, it's just that they don't have time.

He heard the sound of receiving the mail, took it out and saw that it was a small kite, so he didn't bother to care about it and took it back. If there's something urgent, he'll call, and the email is probably about the novel.

He turned a corner with his hands, and the "Happy House" was completely out of his sight. However, it was not beyond his hearing.

Don't get me wrong, Anthony isn't Superman, but bugging is a good thing.

Anthony had considered calling the police, but this was much more hidden than Nolan's. Rose was a repeat offender, and she had a good approach, at least for Anthony back then. There were no beatings because there would be scars, no scolding, because they would be heard by other staff and children, there was no deliberate lack of food and clothing, because it was easy to be investigated.

So, the easiest thing is to drown. In the middle of the night, I quietly took him into his toilet, put half of the water in the bathtub, and when I didn't have enough time, I just lifted the toilet lid and pressed his head in.

In short, there will be no scars and sequelae, unless there is a pinhole camera in Rose's private office, there is no evidence. Coupled with Rosie, who looks more stubborn than Nolan, there is little hope.

Anthony didn't want to dwell on it either, just curious about what would happen to Rossi in the future. Or, maybe it will give a little help, after all, I also persevered until I was 18 years old under the remote guidance of Forun.

He crossed his hands and looked around, trying to spot a public phone booth. Anthony knew that his posture of holding his hands was inelegant, even obscene, but he didn't want to stretch his hands out and get cold.

Anthony walked another block only to find a small red box. He opened the door, walked in, threw in the coin, and thought for a while before pressing a string of numbers and dialing it.

In this world, the person closest to his mentality.

But it didn't get through. Anthony thought about it for a moment, and it was now two days after Christmas. He hadn't watched the Gotham news, but he could guess what kind of scare this guy had caused on Christmas Eve or Christmas, and he was stuffed into Arkham by Batman, maybe he also broke two legs and a few ribs, and now he is recuperating in a mental hospital.

All right. Anthony chose to leave a message and said to the phone: "Here's... Gotham's bomb disposal specialists.

Then he put down the phone, walked out of the phone booth, and continued to look for the phone booth. In the next small red box, he pressed another string of numbers, and just as he was about to connect, his own cell phone rang.

Anthony then took out his phone first and looked at the unknown number. He hesitated for a moment but picked it up, and said to the other side, "This is Lily Cross, Mr. Pate." "

Well, what's the matter?"

"Actually, it's just a reminder, the police have already collected evidence at the cemetery, and you can come over and spend time with your mother and brother."

Anthony: "... Okay, thanks.

"No thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do. I wish you a prosperous new year!" Lily over there sounded very happy, probably thinking that she had done a good deed.

Anthony hung up the phone and reluctantly canceled the dial. He was just going to the cemetery and pretending, but now he had to spend some time there.

The cemetery didn't mean much to him, the bodies of Mary and Alan had long since been removed, and Alexander's bones were gone, and the tomb was just a few relics.

Anthony thought, if you don't break the can, you can just leave. But when he thought of BAU and his image of a filial son, he still took a taxi to the cemetery with a sad face.

He sat in the back seat in a daze, and heard the driver turn on the car radio, and a nice female voice came from inside: "We believe that Unsub is a white male, 35-45 years old... If you have noticed someone like this in your life, please let us know quickly... All women in Kansas City are asked to stay safe and avoid going out alone as much as possible..."

Anthony yawned. All women, women in special industries, must be. The police said this to protect the prostitutes...

Soon he got out of the car and walked into the cemetery. Lily was right, the police had evacuated the place, but there was no one left. He easily walked over to Alexander's tombstone and crouched down to stare at the blurry picture on it.

At this time, Anthony finally remembered to take out his phone and look at it, and clicked on the email sent by Clark. The network is not very good, and the email is long, and it took a while to load.

Anthony sits on the concrete base of the tombstone, his upper body resting on the tombstone, his knees together, his legs resting on the ground to the right, looking at his phone.

The first email was the if line of "Spider Silk in the Abyss", and Anthony began to read it with great interest, and after looking at two rows, he couldn't control his facial muscles.

If... Hill is Knoss's illegitimate son?

There are two branches under this hypothesis, one is that Hill is considered a rebellion within the ruling group, fighting for power with his father's handle, and finally curing the symptoms but not the root cause;

If... Lizya (Hill's girlfriend, now Madame) and Knoss's wife have a leg... So these are two women who are behind the whole continent and completely turn the political situation upside down?

Anthony:6, I thought Lizya and Knos had a leg. However, according to age, Lizya and Mrs. Knoss are indeed more suitable, after all, Knoss is also an old husband and a young wife....

If... Hill's past has long been discovered.

This discussion is much more serious, because the title of the book is "Spider Silk in the Abyss", and Hill went through the process of being in the abyss - grabbing the spider silk out of the abyss - letting go of the spider silk. "God", it can also be said that fate forgave this young swindler, but did his political enemies forgive? Does the people forgive?

Anthony suddenly felt heavy, closed his email, opened the novel website casually, and suddenly found that there was a long review, and a tall building had been built. So he clicked on it, read a few words and became energetic.

If... Hill is a woman disguised as a man?

Anthony glanced at the ID, it was anonymous, no wonder the lower limit was completely lost. This one is about more than 3,000 words, and it is completely a female ticket with Hill as the protagonist, sleeping from her old father to Knoss.

This leads to another great god, who uses his imagination and directly kills the other women with the male Hill.

The possibility of various sexual orientations is being hotly discussed in the comment section, and there are also attempts to construct a new parallel world, putting the male Hill and the female Hill together, ace against ace.

Anthony sat on the edge of the tombstone and laughed, laughed and copied, and sent it to Clark.

A grave sweeper passed by, looking strangely at the man holding the tombstone and smiling.

Clark replied in seconds, claiming that he would immediately report and delete the comment. Anthony objected: "Why, the little kite has become so ungrounded? Readers can discuss casually to make the heat rise, and you can also go into the water to reflect the author's tolerance." "

Clark: I don't want to see it. Forget it, so be it.

He urged Anthony to look at the second email. Anthony did so, clicked on the second email, and couldn't help but start gnawing his fingers.

The second letter is the novel idea of Little Kite.,The name hasn't been chosen yet.,The protagonist is set.,The male protagonist is Wright.,The female protagonist should be Margaret.。

After watching a short paragraph, Anthony couldn't help but text Clark: "Why do you like old husbands and young wives so much?"

This time Clark didn't reply in seconds, and Anthony clicked back to read the email.

The background is similar to the previous one, a fictional ancient European fantasy world. Wright is a grassroots military officer, and Margaret is a young lady from a down-and-out aristocratic family. Wright needs a knighthood to secure his position and help his brother Siris in business, while Margaret's family needs money to improve their lives.

Seeing this, Anthony sent another real-time comment to Clark: "Yo, do you still play love after marriage?"

This time Clark quickly replied: "... Please read it first.

Anthony shifted his posture and continued to watch. Clark writes briefly, but the beginning of the story is complete.

Margaret's father died, leaving behind a lot of gambling debts. Her mother, Irene, then took advantage of a ball to intercede with the Queen, who brokered Margaery and gave Margaery to Wright, the new head of the Knights.

Wright had just attended his friend's funeral when he got the news. He and his friend Steve are both grassroots and serve in the army to support themselves and their younger brother Ciris. In the most recent battle, Steve was killed and Wright lost an arm, but was glorified. Maybe. Anyway, the nobles still looked down on them.

Wright calmly took it.

Margaret was reluctant. She was only sixteen years old, and Wright was in her thirties, and she was still disabled, and her status was lowly, how could they be commensurate? At this time, her distant cousin Jackson appeared, a young and handsome man who, though penniless, won her favor with his tenderness and poetry.

And then... Before Margaret could do anything, Clark told Wright that he was having an underground affair with the chaplain.