Racing cars with dark blue lights flashing through the empty federal interstate lanes.
The darkness at this time has not yet been completely replaced by dawn.
The pale white new moon is printed on the diagonal top of the light blue sky, like a shallow notch.
Only the golden morning light that keeps rising on the skyline is left.
During the day on Christmas Day.
The vast majority of U.S. residents have chosen to rest at home.
at the same time.
The little ones will also be excited to open the Christmas surprise that Santa Claus put in the stocking they hung on the fireplace last night while they were sleeping.
so.
When Su Wen and Caroline arrived at the orphanage in Pennsylvania.
Because it is still dawn.
After parking the dark blue margarita.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then quietly placed the gifts next to the children's socks.
after this.
Caroline waved happily to her mother-in-law, who had been leaning against the big tree that had grown for decades in this small orphanage:
"Sister Malla, I'm back."
She sat obediently next to the kind-faced mother-in-law.
Tell her seriously what he has experienced in the past two years.
See a warm scene in the distance.
Su Wen did not choose to bother.
He just leaned against the stone wall of the orphanage calmly with his arms folded.
He looked at the rising morning glow in the sky.
Silently, I also recalled what I had experienced.
Do not know why.
The loneliest night watchman in the world seemed to suddenly understand after leaving the Su Group's annual meeting.
Why did his father ask him to simply clean up his grandfather's old house?
perhaps.
That requirement.
He was just a father who was not good at talking and not competent enough. He left only a few good memories for his son.
Think of this.
Su Wen just quietly let the scenes in the game flow towards the future.
When Caroline was finally able to let go of all her defenses and tell Sister Carla what she had experienced.
He also got up from the gaming chair in this old house in the old coastal city.
I picked up an old book that I had sorted out a few days ago and placed neatly on the bookshelf.
the other side.
A luxurious ward in New York City.
Ms. Yin Sabella took her daughter Serena and pushed open the door of the ward.
Looking at Mr. Bradley who was wrapped like a mummy.
Ms. Yin Sabella is really angry and funny.
She peeled an apple for the middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed, fed it to his mouth gently, and then asked:
"Say it.
Did you go out and do something while you were sick last night?"
Hear the questions here.
Mr. Bradley smiled coquettishly:
"Going to play Santa Claus."
Hear him say that.
Ms. Yin Sabella sighed helplessly:
"I just think you can do that stupid look.
Didn't the Night Watch suspect you?"
"have.
But just a few hours ago, Detective Kevin Tottenham took care of it.
Attorney General Delores helped me resolve this matter.
But the condition is: I need to become a non-staff member of the Night Watch to help deal with sudden extraordinary disasters."
Speaking of which.
He looked out the window with the morning light rising, and his voice became more respectful:
"If it weren't for Mr. Kevin.
perhaps.
Like Grace, I will eventually become a slave to the crazy will of being unable to fully advance to the fourth level [Wugou].
It seems that being able to live an ordinary life is a kind of luxurious happiness for people like us."
Hear him say that.
Ms. Yin Sabella held the key hanging on her chest and said in a deep voice:
"if necessary.
I will personally travel to the Lost Sea Route."
Mr. Bradley immediately stopped her from thinking:
"Who to go to.
Zero sum game?
forget it.
In addition to the mysterious forces represented by Mr. Kevin, the Night Watch and the rational faction of the Dragonborn Research Society.
It is impossible for me to trust anyone now."
Although Serena didn't understand what her parents were talking about.
But looking at Yin Yin’s father being immobilized in a plaster cast and tied up with medical bandages.
This very well-behaved little girl took out a small storybook from behind her back.
Then she said as if sharing the joy with her father:
"dad.
You see, Santa Claus placed a book of illustrations from the movie "Blue" on my bedside yesterday.
He really gave me the gift I wanted.
I hope he can make you feel better soon."
I heard my daughter say this.
Bradley smiled gently and said:
"it's beautiful.
Maybe Santa Claus has heard your wish."
That's right.
After being moved away by Su Wen using [Sealed Artifact: B3-89 Moving Box].
He dragged his seriously injured body back home without disturbing the others, and put the picture album he had bought a long time ago into his daughter's socks.
Then he said peace to his wife.
Finally, I chose to return to this ward.
Su Wen didn't know about these episodes that happened during the period when he was dispelling the shadow disaster.
only.
He has more important things now.
After the danger sense given by [Origin Point - Hyacinth] detected a faint peeping breath.
The handsome detective walked out of this small orphanage.
then.
With quick action in a split second.
He pressed the Watcher's Sword, which glowed with azure blue light, between the neck of the peeper.
Then he said in a cold tone:
"Give you three seconds.
answer me.
your intentions."
The peeper was an ordinary-looking man in his fifties or sixties. He raised his hands.
Make sure you don't have any offensive intentions.
The little old man smiled and said:
"I'm a doctor.
I just happened to meet you here.
Let me remind you that Sister Carla, who took care of and raised many orphans in the hospital, has been planted with deep spiritual hints.
But I can solve this problem.
besides.
Forgot to introduce myself.
I am the attending psychiatrist at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston: 'Jesdal'."
Hear him say that.
Su Wen immediately started the appraisal:
[Jesdal Fein, Supernumerary Archon of the North American Night's Watch, 'Plague Doctor' Carnival Thirteen Seats: Number Seven.
Codename: ‘Psychiatrist’]
See what is described in the appraisal.
Su Wen answered calmly and rationally:
"Non-staff members of the North American Night's Watch, tell me your terms."
Hear him say that.
The little old man Jesdal showed a calm but slightly crazy smile on his face:
"Sure enough, I still prefer talking to smart people.
Mr. Kevin.
Although I don’t know what your purpose is in disguising this identity.
Now.
I want to be your friend more personally than my enemy.
And my conditions are:
Research data from Rockefeller University’s Institute 76.”