In the morning, when he first woke up from bed, Lawrence had already prepared breakfast. It was the first time Lawrence had gotten up to make breakfast since he first arrived at the rental house.

Usually they skip breakfast, or they will buy some fast food on the street outside.

There was an indescribable weirdness about the scruffy middle-aged policeman in his apron, and when he first woke up, he stared at him for a while, as if it almost annoyed him.

Regardless, though, it was a seemingly peaceful morning.

The sun, the morning mist, the dew, the slightly cool air, the steaming breakfast on the table, the quiet surroundings, the occasional birdsong outside, everything is so peaceful.

Sitting at the table and looking at the food on the plate, it was a simple breakfast, an omelette, a hot dog, and two pieces of toasted bread.

She's been in this world for a few days, and she has a very clear memory of food.

"Do you drink coffee or milk. ”

Lawrence asked Hatsuru as he stood next to the kitchen, brewing coffee.

"Both. ”

She hadn't drunk either before, but she wanted to give them a try, and her instincts told her that when it was difficult to make a choice, she would have to choose both.

"It's up to you. Lawrence shrugged his shoulders, poured half a cup of coffee, then added some milk and handed it to Hatsu's hand.

"Hurry up and finish eating, it's almost time to go to work. ”

With that, Lawrence brought himself a cup of coffee, pulled out a chair across from him, sat down, and ate his breakfast.

Breakfast went on quietly, and when he had eaten the last bite of bread, Lawrence took a first look and asked casually.

"Taking too few breaks won't affect your work, right?"

Because I have to patrol at night and work as a police officer during the day, the rest time at the beginning is only one or two hours in the early morning, and such a short rest time should be unacceptable for any normal person.

But at the beginning, he was not a normal person.

"No, it won't. Chu's mouth was stuffed with bread and he shook his head: "It's okay to not rest." ”

"It's time to rest. Lawrence picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"It is a crime to exploit the labor of police officers. ”

Although he didn't care what a crime was and what wasn't a crime for a long time, and the working hours at the beginning could be regarded as a state of oppression.

A simple breakfast, a simple morning chat, just like two ordinary people's ordinary mornings.

Swallowing the bread in her mouth, she looked at Lawrence and froze for a moment, the ordinariness in front of her reminded her of something, something from before.

It was as if she had returned to a room with a warm yellowish light.

She was standing next to a table, a woman was preparing a meal in the kitchen, and a man was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.

Women always have a smile on their faces, and men are always serious.

Women would ask about today's trivialities, and men would interject from time to time, and some of them would gossip about it.

When the meal was ready, the woman brought the hot meal to the table, while the man put away the newspaper and sat down at the table.

At this time, the man and the woman looked at her together, with a gentle smile on their faces, and waved at her, as if to ask her to come and eat together.

At first, she wanted to walk over, she wanted to do it, she could feel it, but when she took a step towards the two people, the picture shattered.

She was back in reality, and it was only Lawrence sitting in front of her.

Lawrence noticed that Chu was in a daze, and reached out and waved his hand in front of her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Ahh Chu came to his senses and lowered his eyes.

"Nothing, I just remembered something. ”

She just remembered something very ordinary, bland and boring, but she didn't know why, she felt her heart tremble.

What was that room, and who were the man and the woman?

At first glance, I couldn't remember anything.

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In the abandoned building, One-Eyed Ham is doing bench press in his room, which is full of gym equipment.

He loves to exercise his body, which is what he is most proud of, and it is his strong physique that has given him his place in this chaotic street.

To ordinary people, he is like a cyclops, with unshakable strength and body.

"Toot, toot, toot. ”

The phone rang in the corner of the room.

"When. ”

Heavy barbells were hung from brackets on both sides.

One-Eyed Ham got up and walked over to the phone and picked up the microphone.

"Hey. ”

The person on the other end of the phone must have reported something to him, which made the giant's brow furrow.

"You're saying that the bomb didn't kill the policeman yet?"

His voice was like a huge mechanical engine, humming, heavy and oppressive, tapping at the heartstrings of the listener.

The sweat from his freshly finished workout rolled down his rocky muscles, making the scars on his bronzed skin even more glaring.

"Yes, yes. ”

The person on the other end of the line replied quietly.

"Oh. Ham laughed, revealing his row of shark-like teeth.

"Then I should meet this interesting officer, and maybe we'll have a good conversation. ”

"I know, I'll arrange it as soon as possible. The person on the phone said.

"Very good, I hope you can bring back good news next time. ”

Ham looked up and grinned at the wall in front of him.

"By the way, Mr. Ham, have you heard about last night?"

"Last night?" thought for a moment, and the smile on Ham's face faded.

"You mean the people who were killed last night?"

"Yes, many people are inquiring about the news today, and it seems that a lot of forces are involved. ”

"Then let them deal with it, such a troublesome matter, it's just a few people who died, why make such a fuss. Ham's tone was somewhat dismissive.

But he cares a lot about that killing method, no matter what kills them, they will be pinched off their necks directly, this is probably fun, next time he also wants to try it, can he do it.

Thinking about it, he shook his palm.

The person on the other end of the line was silent for a moment: "I see, goodbye Mr. Ham then." ”

"Well, goodbye. Ham hung up, moved his neck and returned to his workout.

On the streets of the City of Fog, in a phone booth on the side of the road, a thin man hung up the phone, he shook his head, tightened his trench coat and walked into the fog.