The Modern Age of the Mysterious

That thick voice was still testing little Leon: "If the indoctrination officer asks, where did you find the stolen goods, what would you say?"

"In...in the refrigerator."

"very good."

"...Mr. Chandler, Miss Daisy is very nice to me, so I framed her..."

Snapped! Before Little Leon could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp slap.

"Don't forget, if you don't obey, your mother will suffer." The voice was lowered, like a wolf growling, "You don't want to wake up one day and your mother is gone, right? "

Sean heard little Leon's suppressed cry.

Then, they didn't speak any more.

Sean, who was already a little tired, probably understood what happened, so he took back his soul.

Lying in the dark room, he began to think.

"It seems that someone wants to use black market products to frame Miss Daisy.

"They have their eyes on little Lyon and want him to report it.

"Daisy has helped me a lot, and I will definitely tell her about it.

"However..." Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, "In New York City, with a business like Miss Daisy's level, she has more or less a gang background. I wonder if she will let little Leon go?

"Little Leon is just a child who wants to protect his mother. Maybe, I have to think a little about how to reveal..."

Thinking about all kinds of things, Sean fell asleep.

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Maybe it was because he was too tired from reading last night, and it was almost noon when Sean woke up.

Before going to bed, he had already figured out how to remind Daisy not to reveal his special abilities, so after packing himself up, he went straight to the restaurant on the twelfth floor.

There was no one in the restaurant at this time. Sean recognized from his memory. He judged that the conversation last night should take place in the back kitchen, so he chose a location close to the kitchen, ordered a pan-fried anchovies, served with asparagus and mashed potatoes, served coffee, and had a delicious meal. Finished.

After doing this, he went straight to the first floor and knocked on Miss Daisy's door.

Today, she is wearing a sky blue suit skirt, her makeup is still exquisite, and a pair of sapphire earrings echoes the color of the dress well - Sean has to admit that Daisy has a good aesthetic.

After opening the door, Daisy seemed very happy to see Sean, with a smile on her cold face: "I'm just going to find you. Come in.

"I've made an appointment with Bill. We'll go to his house tomorrow afternoon."

Sean walked into the office and closed the door: "Okay."

"coffee?"

Sean walked to the window and glanced at it: "No, I have something to tell you."

He motioned Daisy to sit down. Seeing that Sean had something important, Daisy sat on the opposite sofa with a little curiosity.

Sean crossed his fingers: "Have you offended anyone recently?"

Daisy was a little surprised: "should... no. What's wrong?"

Sean sighed and deliberately said vaguely, "I was eating in a restaurant and overheard a conversation.

"One of them has a strong Celtic accent and sounds like a man over forty years old; the other has a very young voice...

"That middle-aged man threatened the young man. He asked the young man to report to the discipline office and report that there are black market gods hidden in the cold room of your hotel."

Daisy's eyes were filled with confusion: "There aren't those things in the refrigerator..."

"I know, I think they're going to put the blame on you!"

The soft smile on Daisy's face disappeared. She fell silent, pulled out a slender cigarette, stuffed it into the ivory mouthpiece, lit it, and took a deep breath. She is thinking.

It was the first time Sean saw Daisy with such an expression—a cold woman thinking about cold things.

"Are you sure you heard correctly? Sean." A dangerous light flashed in Daisy's green eyes. Sean was a little fortunate that he didn't say that "young voice", it was little Lyon.

"You won't get it wrong." He was sure it would be bloodshed.

Daisy smoked a cigarette for a while, lit the ash in the ashtray, and still had a smile on her face: "Thank you, Sean. I just got on the line with the characters in the precepts, and someone wanted to make trouble... Dangerous. You are my lucky star."

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Back in the room, Sean couldn't forget Daisy's expression in the smoke for a long time.

"She really got involved in a gang..."

However, this does not affect Sean's opinion of her: "Everyone has different experiences, there is no need to judge others.

"What's more, if she has a gang background, it will be more helpful for me to find Aaliyah."

The doorbell rang.

"Come in." Sean's eyes didn't leave the "Explorer's Handbook" in front of him. The room attendant walked in with the dining cart: "It's time to eat, sir."

After hearing the voice, Sean turned around in surprise: "Why did you deliver the meal today?"

Little Leon's face was very bad. Looking closely, one side of his face was slightly swollen: "The room is full today, and there are not enough staff..."

He put the steak and fried potatoes on the table, and was about to push the cart away. Sean, who had already thought about it, stopped him: "Lyon, you seem to have something on your mind."

His eyes dodged: "...I'm fine, sir."

"Is it a family matter?"

"No, sir." He sniffed.

"That's a work thing."

"...You can say that." He pinched his fingers, as if he didn't want to say too much.

"What's your full name?"

"Lion Garcia."

"Your parents are from South Del Continent?"

"Yes, sir."

After all, he was a child, and he was not guarded deeply, so Sean quickly led him into a state of chatting.

Sean wanted to help this poor child who was bullied by adults. However, he did not intend to let Leon know his secret.

Sean, who used to be a professional reporter, is good at conversation, and he casually said a few paragraphs of his own experiences and insights~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Leon's eyes are shining, and he sees himself as an experienced " The Wise", a man you can trust.

Then, Sean guided Leon to express his predicament in a subtle way.

Lyon wiped his red eyes with the back of his hand: "They want me to do a very, very bad thing, and if I don't, they threaten to kill my family. They're gang members, it's horrible. I don't know what to do..."

Sean knew what he wanted to achieve - he wanted Leon to take the initiative to confess to Daisy. Only in this way can the child be freed from the danger of gang fights.

Fables have great power of moral inheritance. Many of the basic moral concepts of children are formed from the fables they come into contact with.

So, Sean told a story about "honesty" and "courage" and let Leon "comprehend" what he should do.

The story seemed to give Leon courage. His back stood up straight and his eyes were shining: "You are right, the families of honest and brave people will be blessed by God! I know what to do!"

Sean nodded with a smile, and added, "You are a kind child. I think your mother taught you the same way, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Sean. My mother used to tell me to be honest."

"Yes, so you have to listen to your mother, right?" The hint of "listen to your mother" also downplayed what Sean had just taught - Leon remembered the reason for his courage and honesty, and he would only think that it was his mother who always teaching since.

When Leon left, he bowed deeply to Sean. A pair of eyes full of admiration and gratitude...

When Lyon closed the door, the "life mentor" sighed, sat back at the desk, and continued to "eat books".