【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Anthony turned on the computer, and now he can't connect to the Internet, but he can still proofread Little Kite's novels.

Recently, everything has been going well, Clark is relieved to take four salaries, and heroically buys two bottles of super expensive red wine for Forun, who is about to meet, Little Kite's article is also smoothly updated, raising a group of new readers, and Superman's Justice League is on the right track and has become a leader.

On Anthony's side, the teaching work was completed peacefully, but the children's final exam scores were a little worse, on the Gotham side, Anto had already cut himself off and did not cause more trouble, and "Anthony Pate" disappeared.

Now that they are on the plane to Chicago, Anthony is very excited, and he is about to ask Foran to create all kinds of mysterious products against Superman

! Clark is also very excited, this is to meet Anthony's parents!

He moved around in his seat anxiously, and slapped Anthony on the elbow: "If you are too slow, go down and carry the plane to Chicago." The

passenger to their right laughed out loud.

Clark thought it was a viable suggestion, but it wasn't necessary.

- "Why, what's it that makes you so happy?" In

the gloomy room, the tall boy guarded a row of gurgling cold reagents and looked mockingly at another boy in the opposite corner of the room.

The boy had dark blonde hair, high cheekbones, gloomy eyebrows, and a touch of crimson on his cheeks. He ignored the senior's provocation, just took the knife seriously and forcefully cut a little sawdust from the hard wood.

Anthony is coming~

Finally, it was noon, and because he was absent-minded, he did not finish the preparation of the potion. Senior Einz was ready to see him criticized by Mr. Foran, but saw Forun, who was also in a good mood, patted the top of Rossi's hair and took him away.

"Why?" "Why?" Einz thought that so many of his classmates had lost their lives just because they disobeyed their teachers or couldn't complete their tasks, how could this newcomer Rosie be treated so well?-Rosie

changed into a very cute short-sleeved

dress with a Rainbow Dash pattern on it under Forlen's command. Then he saw that Foran was still dressed as his dark wizard, and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Anyway, the air conditioner is on in the house.

He dismantled takeaways in the house, filled them with plates that had been cleaned and almost never used in Forman's house, and placed them on the table to create the illusion of homemade food, and Foran drove out to pick up Anthony.

Rossi found freshly squeezed orange juice from cocktails and drinks stores, prepared her glasses, and checked the ice cream in the fridge. The ice cream is handmade, but it is bought from someone else's house.

In short, it is very serious and very perfunctory.

He thought about it, and suddenly remembered that Anthony was a chemistry teacher, so he quickly went back to his room to find his chemistry homework and pretend to study. Chemistry and potions are closely related, but it's not that difficult.

Finally, Rossi heard the familiar sound of an engine. He grabbed a ballpoint pen and ran downstairs as fast as he could, opened the glass door, saw Anthony in the courtyard, and opened his arms to him shyly.

Anthony, wearing a nondescript Arsenal jersey and cropped pants, hugged him, turned his head and shouted at Foran: "Forlen! How do you take care of the child! Rosie lost at least two pounds just by looking at

it!" Forlen: "It's this little ghost who picks himself into food!"

They were arguing there, but Rossi saw the big man who walked in with his luggage. The man wears plain dark blue short sleeves and black trousers, black hair and blue eyes, black-rimmed glasses, and a kind smile. But, inexplicably, Rossi sounded the alarm all over his body.

Danger Guy! Danger Guy Danger

Man put down his luggage and smiled at him: "You're the Rosie that Anthony talks about every day, right? When we first met, I was Clark Kent, just call me Clark."

Rossi tugged at Anthony's hand and nodded stiffly at him.

Anthony glanced at Forlen, who brushed his hand around his waist from time to time, where there were many weapons, and at first glance it was a defensive posture. Ah, it's really not a family, not a family.

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Clark feels a little subtle.

Just like Anthony's initial impression on him, Forren and Rossi are also mysterious. Needless to say, Forren was dressed in a very imaginative way, and he was very thin, although it was a bit rude to say it, but Clark had a face in his heart for the mysterious wizard who Wright connected.

And Rosie, who looks like an ordinary middle school student who doesn't like to talk, has an inexplicable resistance to him, and has a faint smell of chemical agents on his body.

It seems that Anthony's "family" are all chemistry enthusiasts.

Foran claimed to have two pharmaceutical factories in Chicago, which were quite rich anyway, and the villas in this suburb were also very large. Clark was very polite, carried Jessica into the house, sat down on the couch and watched Anthony bounce into the kitchen.

He heard Anthony laugh, "Your pans are clean!"

-

Anthony smiled as he watched Clark take out the gifts he had prepared: dry red and... Anyway,

it was a very decent gift, and the two of them accepted it, and then they started eating. Forren competently plays the role of a parent, asking Clark about the situation at home, and when he hears that this guy wants a house, a car, a car, and a family property, he smiles with a little disgust like a wicked mother-in-law in a soap opera.

Clark: "?"

Anthony calmly eats melons. Foran knew that he liked oranges, and the dessert after the meal was almost all oranges and grapefruits, and several plates were filled, all piled up in front of him.

Clark was worried about whether Foran would spit out something like "I don't agree with your relationship", and Foran stood up, "Shall we go into the study?" Anthony, just play by yourself. "

Clark shuddered and followed Foran up the stairs and heard the sound of Rosie cleaning up the plate, the sound of Anthony running around, the sound of himself walking...

There was no sound of Forren walking.

There are no children in this house, there is no carpet on the stairs, and even if I walk with restraint, I will make a slight footstep sound. Clark

stared at Forlen's feet, and suddenly the light in front of him dimmed, and he realized that he had followed Foran to the second floor. There seemed to be no lights on, but there was a dim light, and he could clearly see that there were strange patterns on the walls, which seemed to tell the story of the wizard, with a faint smell of blood.

He followed Foran step into the hallway, felt his feet sink down a little, and almost jumped, only to see that it was just a thick carpet. The carpet looks normal, just yellow and white.

Foran explained to him, "Anthony would roll on the floor sometimes, so the second floor was carpeted like this.

Clark nodded in understanding, and Anthony sat on the ground every time he watched TV when it got hot.

They walked silently through the long hallway, Clarke's gaze scanning the doors and sconces on either side. The door was pitch black, and so were the doorknobs, and they were the kind of non-reflective black, and if it weren't for Clark's good eyes, he wouldn't have been able to see where the doorknobs were. The sconces have a terrifying shape, with a snake coiled around a pillar with a bloody mouth and a light bulb in its mouth.

The wall lamps are staggered from side to side, and each snake is different, the first is an albino python, the second is a Burmese python, the third is a pit viper, and the fourth is a rattlesnake...

None of the lights were on, so where did the light come from?

Clark suddenly looked at Forlen's feet again, and there was no shadow! Look at his own feet, there was no shadow either!

He swallowed his saliva and made a loud noise. Luckily, he could still hear Anthony fiddling with the bookcase, Rosie turning the dishwasher upside down...

Foran pushed open the room at the end of the hallway, turned slightly, and said to him, "Please come in."

Clark plucked up the courage to follow Foran through the door, and his eyes lit up—physically, because Forren had turned on the light this time. The curtains are drawn, and the blackout is very good. The bookcase almost circled the room, and as far as the past glance went, there were few books with words on the spine that Clark recognized.

The desk was of mahogany, with a slightly messy display of old-looking paper with a black pen pressed on it. Next to it is a bottle of ink, which has a quill in the classical form.

At this time, Clark saw a figure behind the curtain, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Is there anyone?!"

Moreover, Anthony's footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat were gone!

Then, there is the familiar black in front of my eyes.