On her way from the hospital to the temporary residence of the FBI's New York office, Lydia couldn't resist the urge to touch the check. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the name of the FBI special agent looks glamorous, as a public official, Lydia's income is not high. I'm as busy as a dog all year round, and the money I get is just a little bit higher than the average income in the United States. Therefore, $10,000 is undoubtedly a lot of money in Lydia's eyes.

Damn it! That kid just saved a girl by the way, and he was able to take so much money in one go?! More than the old lady was born and died for a month or two! It's really more popular than people! Lydia has been a little resentful along the way.

It wasn't until she parked the car in front of the temporary station and saw that many colleagues were still working overtime with their tired bodies supported by their tired bodies, that her state of mind gradually calmed down.

When he arrived in Skinner's office, the half-bald man was sitting in the middle of a pile of information boxes and looking at the papers. His glasses are crooked, and his head is wrapped in gauze, all of which he sustained in the aftermath of yesterday's attack to save people.

Hearing the door push, Hatton glanced up at Lydia. His eyes were bloodshot and red enough to remind Lydia of the legendary ghoul.

"How's it going over there Nemo?" Hatton asked.

"The results of the inspection were not bad. It's just a slight contusion in the lungs, and you can recover after a good period of rest. ”

Hatton nodded, "That's the best." Then you'll send him away tomorrow. ”

"What?!" Lydia was taken aback, "Why?" ”

Hatton pointed to a stack of newspapers and magazines on the table and said, "He's now the darling of the media and a symbol of the American spirit." He has called me more than once to ask how he is doing. We are now understaffed and unable to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day. Keeping him in your hands is like holding a time bomb. Once there is an accident, the impact is too great. Since he doesn't have any major physical problems, let him go as soon as possible. I'll put him in the WITSEC (United States FederalWitness Protection Program) and you just have to hand over the bailiff from the Department of Justice. ”

"What about the case of the smuggling syndicate? We don't check? Lydia snapped.

"We are being asked to do our best to investigate 911. At present, manpower is tight, and other cases can only be put on hold for the time being, and the investigation will be carried out later. Do you have any questions? ”

"There's one more."

"Say."

"Where are you going to send him?"

"WITSEC will take care of the arrangements after it takes over."

"In that case, I have a proposal."

"Huh?"

"Instead of handing Nemo over to WITSEC, I'll send him to my parents' house and they'll take care of him. How is it? ”

"Tell me your reasoning."

"While WITSEC is strong in witness protection, Nemo is in a unique situation where he speaks Chinese, not English, and even knows nothing about modern life. I think even WITSEC would have a very difficult time finding agents who could take care of him. Instead of that, it would be better to send Nemo to my parents' house, so that at least there would be no problems with communication. They live in Midwood, Ohio, not far from Chicago. And my sister Hannah is doing her Ph.D. in neuropsychiatry at the University of Chicago, and her supervisor, Professor Daniel Pearce, is an authority on anthropology and psychiatry. If it is sent to my parents' house, I can also ask Professor Pierce to study and treat Nemo's amnesia. There may be an unexpected bonus. ”

Skinner took off his glasses and unconsciously bit down on the legs.

"I remember, Professor Pierce was an advisor to the Chicago bureau?" Skinner's tone was hesitant.

"Yes. Agent Kate Moretti of the Chicago Bureau was a former student of Professor Pearce. Because of Moretti's connections, Professor Pierce often consults on FBI investigations. ”

"Another professor...... Originally, I wanted to ask Professor Fei to help find out his origin through Nemo's accent. Unexpectedly, he died of a heart attack because he was stimulated by the news of 911 time...... What a ......."

"It's a shame......

……

Unbeknownst to Horizontal, Lydia is discussing with Skinner about his next destination. In his mind, since Dr. Yao had already given a medical order for three to four weeks of hospitalization, he could only stay in this small ward for the next period of time.

Because of the suspicion that Lydia was constantly examining herself, Zongheng didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary in the hospital room. Even the exercise that had just recovered was stopped by Dr. Yao's advice that he could not exercise vigorously.

In fact, Zongheng is very aware of his physical condition. Although he vomited blood that day and looked in a bad condition, with his physical fitness, as long as he mobilized his anger, it would not take longer for this small injury to recover than drinking a cup of tea. But Zongheng knew that if he really did this, then in the modern era of medicine so advanced, it would be too shocking to be under constant surveillance.

So, he had no choice but to recuperate his injuries in peace, and only secretly pushed his wounds to change blood under the cover of a blanket while sleeping, and slightly accelerated the speed of recovery from his injuries.

The next morning, as soon as he saw Lydia push the door into the ward, he remembered what he had planned for yesterday. He said, "Lydia! Did the check cash me out? I was just going to ask you to buy me some books......"

But Lydia did not wait for him to finish, but threw a pocket in front of him, and said, "Put it on!" ”

"What is this?" When he opened his pocket, he found a full set of clothes and pants inside.

"What's going on?" Looking at Lydia in bewilderment.

"Change into this outfit. I've already discharged you. We're getting out of here. ”

"Why?" Zongheng was surprised and delighted. After more than a month here, he was tired of it. Lydia was going to take him away without saying anything, which made him feel very suspicious.

Lydia told Skinner about the results of her discussions with Skinner yesterday.

Zongheng asked, "Didn't Dr. Yao say that I still have to be hospitalized to recuperate?" Did he agree to the discharge? ”

"As long as you don't exercise vigorously on the road, it's fine. When you get there, I'll arrange for the hospital to continue treating you. ”

Zongheng nodded, and when Lydia went out, he began to change her clothes.

It's been more than a month since I came here, and I'm always wearing the simple hospital gown in the hospital. He had never worn the clothes Lydia had brought, and it took him a long time to get them dressed. But after wearing it, Zongheng always felt that something was not right. Especially the fart~ strands, I always feel very tight and uncomfortable.

By the time he opened the door to the room, Lydia was already impatient. As soon as she saw that Zongheng finally came out, she immediately turned her head and complained, "Why is it so slow......"

At the end of the sentence, Lydia's voice dropped an octave. She looked at Zongheng with a strange look on her face.

"How do you ...... Even the pants are worn backwards? Lydia said.

Hearing this, he looked down at his pants and said embarrassedly: "Huh? Aren't these two pockets supposed to be in the front? ”

The pants that Lydia brought to Zongheng were specially designed for children and relied on elastic bands to cinch the waist. There are two pockets on the pants, which should be located in the position of the butt. But where does Zongheng know this? He only knew that the pockets were in front of him to put things in order, so he wore them backwards.

Lydia was made laughing and crying by the rhetorical question, and her previous anxiety and impatience suddenly vanished. She pushed Zongheng back into the room, closed the door, and said, "Forget it! I'll wear it for you! ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zongheng to object, she pulled off Zongheng's pants.

Immediately, an exclamation rang out in the ward.

"You! Why don't you wear panties?! Lydia clutched her eyes and blushed.

"Panties?" Zongheng remembered the one thing in Lydia's pocket.

"Is that it?" Vertical and horizontal covered his crotch with one hand, and picked up his panties with the other and shook them in front of Lydia.

"Take it away! Don't show me! Lydia quickly dodged into the distance.

"How do you wear this?" Zongheng held the panties with a questioning face.

……

Marilyn stood in front of the kitchen board, absentmindedly chopping vegetables. On the living room couch outside the kitchen, James was watching the report of the 9/11 attacks on television.

"It's four days after the attack, and parts of New York are still under martial law, with large numbers of military and police patrolling the streets. The atmosphere in the streets is quite tense. The reporter saw two young African-American people shouting in the street, and the patrolling police reprimanded them on the spot...... "Even standing in the kitchen, Marilyn can still hear the sound of the TV clearly."

The voice made Marilyn even more distraught, and she shouted, "James! Turn down the sound of the TV! ”

But James didn't make any moves. In the past two years, his hearing has deteriorated so much that the doctor has seen him several times to no avail, so he has to be prescribed a hearing aid. But he doesn't think hearing aids are cumbersome to wear, except when driving and going to work, as long as it's not necessary, he throws it aside. Today, he still apparently doesn't wear it.

Marilyn reluctantly walked over to the TV, turned it down a bit, then picked up the hearing aids on the table next to the couch and put them on James.

"What's wrong?" James looked at her quizzically.

By the time she came out of the kitchen, Marilyn had already made up her mind to tell the story.

She made up her mind and said, "Lydia is coming today." She may stay at home for a few days. ”

"You told me about this yesterday!" James's expression was a little strange, and he probably felt that she was a little inexplicable.

Marilyn gritted her teeth and said, "She didn't come back alone......"

"Not alone? Who else? James finally looked interested.

Marilyn could guess what he was expecting, but the answer wasn't what he expected.

"It's a child." Marilyn finally got the word out about it.

"Kid?" James was visibly stunned, "Whose child?" ”