"Mr. Grande (crossed out) De:

I'm ......

Under the dim yellow lamp, the man lay on the table, constantly grabbing his hair that was messy enough, and the tip of the pen that was mastered kept dotting behind the person, and his mind was broken.

No, you can't say that. He wanted to express so much that he didn't know how to start for a while.

His fingers were flexed and stretched, the paper on the table was tucked into the palm of his hand under the grasp of his fingers, the sound of the fibers twisting and cracking was remembered in the dimly lit room, the crumpled paper was smashed into the trash can, the new white paper was spread on the table, and the man thought seriously before putting down the pen.

"Zakko (crossed out) Zachary: "

Ignore his wayward typos and alterations, and the names he uses are pretending to be lighthearted. If he knew Zachary Grande that well, he wouldn't have to write here, and he would have called Zachary! Forget it, let's continue to see what he writes.

"Smell (cross out) and ...... Venture, presumptuously, wrote this letter to you because I am a fan of yours.

A real fan!'

The tip of the man's pen stopped in the air, and his mind was disconnected again! In the dim light, the guy's face stared at the two sentences in front of him as if he was constipated.

The man flicked his fist in front of the desk in annoyance, grabbed the paper on the table again, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash.

New paper was laid out again.

The man's pen was quickly retracted as soon as it touched the paper. This time he doesn't seem to be ready to waste paper, and he has to be fully prepared before putting pen to paper.

He stood up and began to walk up and down the small room, occasionally stretching and taking deep breaths.

Unfortunately, this is not a large enough room, and there is really no room for an adult man to stretch out here, and his waving arm hits the 'Optimus Prime'-shaped stand.

Collision noises that shouldn't be there in the middle of the night. Coming out of this small room.

Under the closed door of the room, a bright white light lit up.

The man hurriedly turned off his desk lamp, threw away the brand-new white paper, jumped on the somewhat narrow single bed, and covered the quilt!

"Baby (non-spouse, mother and son). "The door to the room was pushed open. Outside lights shone into the room with the open door. Outdated animated posters and piles of old toys and decorations are revealed.

"I heard something. The middle-aged woman pushing the door first looked at a large 'lump' covered by a quilt on the small bed, shook her head, took a deep breath, and asked in a caring voice, "Are you asleep?"

"Asleep!" replied in an unusually affirmative way, coming from under the covered covers. Adult men, just a reminder.

The woman had her back to the light, pursed her lips, and her expression was gloomy. After waiting for a while, she saw the overturned stand next to the bed. He walked over lightly, lifted up the stand, sorted out the clothes that were hanging casually on it, and put them back on.

"Baby. The woman asked softly, "Tomorrow we will go to Pixar (Zach and Walter were there when Wandall kidnapped James, the depraved department store in the North End, Volume 9. Maggie's perfume shop is here. How about shopping?" the woman paused. Look left and right at this room, which is more suitable for ten-year-olds, and then look at the 'lump' that can't fit on the bed without 'bulging'. "Your room is going to change, it's not for you. ”

"But I love Optimus Prime. A grown man's head poked out from under the quilt, and his thick arms stretched out, pulling the stand that had just been lifted up, with a reluctant expression.

The woman reached out and smoothed the man's messy hair, "Then don't change it." But you really need to change your bed. ”

The man rolled over on the bed, straightened his legs, and his two calves dangled at the end of the bed, and he blinked and gave a sigh of gratitude. Nod.

"Alright, go to sleep. The woman pulled open the crumpled quilt, put on a thin blanket, and when she got up to leave, she suddenly remembered something, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat!" replied in the affirmative.

The woman frowned and pulled open the bedside table, where several small yellow plastic bottles were placed crookedly. The woman took out a few bottles and looked at the pills with a frown, as she counted.

"Brian. The woman's face was stern, and she no longer called out baby, but called her name, which means very strict, "What did I sue you, it's wrong to lie!"

The woman held the medicine bottle in front of the man's frightened face, "I ask again, have you taken the medicine?"

The man, Brian, with his head on the sunken pillow, shook his head nervously, "No, no. I'm sorry, I lied. ”

The stern sù on the woman's face disappeared, and she unscrewed the lid of the medicine bottle, "It's okay, you can't lie anymore in the future, remember." ”

The glass of water and the pill were handed to Brian at the same time, he honestly took it, threw the pill into his mouth, raised the cup, the Adam's apple in the middle of his neck rolled up and down, he put down the glass, and opened his mouth wide enough to make people see the small tongue. Brian tilted his head to the left and right, his tongue flipping up and down in his mouth, proving that he had actually drank.

The woman's face suddenly became a little sad, this action was 'trained' and unnatural.

"Alright, alright, I believe in my baby. The woman reflexively saved Brian and patted him on the back, "Rest, we'll go to Becky Street tomorrow." ”

Brian nodded, turned over honestly, and curled up in a ball on the overly small bed, "Good night, Mom." ”

"Good night, baby. The woman exited the room, closed the door, and the light in the crack under the door was extinguished by the slight sound of footsteps.

Brian on the bed quickly lifted the thin blanket on his body and sat on the eaves of the bed. He frowned, tilted his head to think for a moment, and shook his head, not knowing what was on his mind. Back at the desk again, fingers pinched on the knob of the lamp, carefully spinning. The dimest light dimmed only a small space in front of the table.

Brian laid out a blank sheet of paper again and picked up the pen.

He had already figured out what he was going to write. Although there are too many things to write, he is going to write some of them first. Brian quickly wrote down his name.

"Drag sharpness (crossed out) Toredo:"

Brian was thrilled because his body was trembling slightly, and his face had a boyish smile on his face after something exciting.

"You don't know who I am (crossed out, grammatical error) who I am. It doesn't matter, I know who you are! You are my idol! I must write to you with the most appropriate title!

You've got eyes like Autobot laser eyes and speed like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

You are my Eagle Bear!

I know what you did! You punished those who bullied me! You ......

......』

A letter full of alterations was completed. Brian folded it carefully, took out the envelope from the drawer, stuffed it with an excited face, and affixed the stamp.

Brian's eyes fell on the small tortoiseshell-shaped alarm clock on the bedside table. It's just past midnight. He cautiously walked to the side of the room. Leaning sideways against the wall, secretly listening to the movement on the other side.

He didn't hear anything, but he didn't seem ready to take the risk, so he picked up the tortoiseshell alarm clock and placed it on the windowsill, while he carefully opened the curtains that blocked the moonlight, and stared down into the street through the little gap.

This is the southeast of the North District.

Brian first attracted his gaze to the brightest spots. Somewhere about two streets away, at the bottom of the dark building. It's an abrupt neon. In the southeast of the North District, a place where both the internal and external images are smoky, it is abrupt to be so shiny!

From Brian's distance, he could barely make out that it was a sign of a man on horseback.

Do you know what this is? This is the sign that the 'General' gave him [the General's Rest Stop]. Remember, he said to Zach, "I'm going to be the brightest bar in this area......!" Hey, hey!", he realized.

There were people pushing people in and out of the bar one after another, and Brian was not interested, and quickly turned his gaze. Move to a dark place. His eyes widened, ignoring the gangsters swaying the streets. Looking forward to what to seek.

The hands in the turtle shell-shaped alarm clock never stopped, and they kept jumping to the next grid according to the rules. Time passed, and Brian's long-awaited search continued.

He was not disappointed.

At about two o'clock, when the streets were sparsely populated, his 'idol' - our Zach. appeared.

First of all, it is very consistent with our cognition of grinding in the shadows of the street corner for a long time, and when I walked out of the corner, when I was just found by Brian, the wrinkled clothes on my body had been tidied up.

Brian held his breath in excitement. Lowered his body behind the curtains, staring expectantly at the figure - the vampire who had come to stock up on food!

"Go ahead!" Brian mentally reminded his 'idol', as if he was 'doing his best', "Yes, that's it!Wait, wait a minute!'That's it!"

A street away, Zach beckoned to someone who had come out of a dimly lit bar, and as the other man swayed closer, a black shadow studded with two strands of crimson light that had been pulled and extended, swept the two men and disappeared into the complete darkness of the alley.

Five minutes later, Zach came out of the other end of the alley, shook the blood jar he was carrying, pouted, and began to look for his next target.

"Left!" Brian danced excitedly behind the curtain, then stuck to the curtain again, and looked out in the cracks, and continued to 'work' the 'idol' in his heart, "It's this one!

Zach walked leisurely past a bar, then suddenly turned back and disappeared into the bar.

Half an hour later, Zach came out, shook the blood jar he was carrying, seemed satisfied, rearranged his appearance, and disappeared.

Behind the curtains, Brian anxiously searched around, but did not find his 'idol' again, and in disappointment he loosened the curtain that had opened a slit, and looked at the turtle shell alarm clock, it was almost time.

Brian lightly took off the clothes hanging on the Optimus Prime-shaped shelf, put them on, and slowly moved to the door, leaning sideways to listen for a while before opening the door.

The dark interior barely makes it clear, and it's not just Brian's room that is small, the family apartment is small overall. Of course, this is the southeast, what a good environment to count on! In Barton, it's worse than Ogier!

Moving to the door without making a sound, Brian carefully paid attention to the direction of the master bedroom, opened the door nervously, and the dark corridor appeared in front of him.

That's half the battle.

Brian stuck the door lock with folded paper and ran downstairs as fast as he could!

The figure of an adult man runs through the dark streets, and although Brian's goal is clear enough, he can't help but take a detour!

He ran into a dark alley first, looked at someone sleeping on the ground with excitement on his face, and mischievously ripped off this guy's pants and put them on his head! While doing this, he whispered excitedly, "Pay you back! Pay you back!"

Then, he ran to a certain bar. Oh! No one stopped this ridiculous adult man in cartoon clothes, because everyone was sleeping like babies in a coma including the bodyguards at the door!

Brian detoured to the back of the wine cabinet and pried open all the liquor bottle by bottle! Then he went to the back of the bar and found the key to the cellar from the clothes next to the man who had pressed the two women on his body......

After doing this childish prank, Brian stood in front of the mailbox near Route 27 on the west side of the southeast, holding the letter in his hands with a reverent face, aiming it at the delivery port of the black hole, and let out a long breath and put it into the envelope.

Let's fix this scene, ignore the adult man who is full of joy and jump and run home, looking at the moon in the night sky, little by little pulling the night dotted with stars.

The light of the moon was getting dimmer and dimmer, and before it had fully sunk into the western horizon, the world ushered in its darkest hour.

When the moment came, two blinding lights appeared in the darkness, the green postal van was parked next to the mailbox, and two uniformed men jumped out of the car and went about their work, picking up the stacked letters.

As dawn came, a glimmer of light appeared in the east, and the car restarted and slowly drove away, leaving an empty mailbox.

Things are not over for this place.

The half-naked, barefooted man with Brian's face, suddenly rushed out of the side of the street! He watched as the wagon's ass grew farther and farther away, and he smashed his fist on the hollow mailbox!

'Brian,' the man, stared viciously at the van that was turning to disappear at the intersection, and roared in a low angry voice, "What did you do!

Is he questioning himself?

Who knows!

The palms of the fists were stretched out in front of them, and the yellow plastic cans were labeled with the so-called doctor's orders. There was a flash of anger in Brian's eyes, and he raised his hand and threw the thing in his hand to the ground!

“****！”

Well, if the woman were there, she would have taught her baby, "Cursing is as wrong as lying." ”

However, at this time, Brian doesn't seem to be a 'baby' at all, just an adult man who affects the appearance of the city, pray that he will go home before the whole city wakes up, otherwise in this place in the southeast, casually, he will be taken away by the patrolling police. (To be continued......)