Time is a river, always flowing quietly without even noticing.

Linga tore the calendar on the car door, and in the blink of an eye, he had been in New York for three weeks, and the days were very uneventful.

Isn't that good?

It's not good.

Blade's phone calls became more and more diligent, and the emotions between the words became more and more excited, and the time that Fino said was getting closer and closer, and Blade couldn't help but be nervous.

Doomsday...... Linga felt that the world was really fragile, and that it could end casually. Recalling the popcorn movies I watched in the past, it seems that every villain holds something that destroys the world, and if the protagonist, if not the protagonist, then the villain will succeed.

This, just like the King James Cube, needs to be restored to its original face according to certain rules.

How tedious it is.

"Holy Sword, Holy Sword?" The voice of the blade in the microphone was filled with the smell of gunpowder: "Are you deaf? I didn't hear what I said, hurry up and find the trouble of those bloodsucking worms, so that you can get the clue......"

"I know how to do it, I'm doing it now, I still have something to do, hang up first" Linga interrupted Blade's words, hung up the microphone, and forcibly stopped the conversation between the two.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be lacking a lot of patience with this communication target, do you need to block the signal?" Otis's voice sounded from the car radio, and as it passed through the electronic route, Otis's voice appeared somewhat distorted.

"No, no, just keep it normal," Linga said. The reason why he hung up on Blade was because every time Blade called, he was asking for information about vampires, asking if he had found any clues, and there was nothing else to say.

The tone may sound a bit awkward – it's pretty much the same.

Whoever made Ringa know the friend, there was only one Blade.

Although inheriting the memories of his predecessor is almost inheriting the connections of his predecessor, what Lin Jia wants to complain about is that the relationship left by this predecessor is really pitiful, and he can be said to be withdrawn, and his daily contact with outsiders is almost non-existent, which can be seen from the transformation of the fast food truck business.

Even little George wondered how much she had been talking lately - of course, she wasn't suspicious, but was happy with the change.

And among the few interpersonal relationships, Linga didn't dare to touch it. For example, the "dad" who called once in the hospital before. Lin Jia still felt that he was dazed at that time, why did he suddenly want to mortgage the big sword, according to the situation of the original owner of the body, this is basically impossible. But fortunately, Dad didn't seem suspicious and didn't say anything. However, Lin Jia didn't dare to call rashly anymore, and he still regrets that impulse.

In fact, having said so much, it boils down to one sentence: Linga is lonely. It's that simple.

No one could listen to him, and even if he had little George and Peter in front of him, what could he say?

Did you say to little George, oh, your father is dead, and I am your father in another parallel plane, and now the two are fused together, and it is still your father—like this?

Or say to Peter, if it weren't for me, your uncle would have died a long time ago, and I'm willing to help you in a big way because you were bitten by a spider, you have superpowers?

Lying is deception, it hurts those who care. But sometimes, not lying, telling the truth, hurts the people you care about more more.

Lin Jia sighed and walked down from the second floor of the carriage, at this time the side table on the first floor of the carriage had been unfolded, and the two figures kept going back and forth in the kitchen, preparing today's ingredients.

Peter's eyes were the best, and he was the first to feel Linga coming down from the second floor, and turned to greet Linga: "Good morning, boss." ”

Linga nodded, and Peter turned to continue his work. I saw him skillfully use a knife to quickly cut the cucumber into pieces and shreds, and the speed was comparable to that of a chef who had studied for several years. However, he has been touching the cutting board for less than a week.

If you don't know, you will definitely shout genius and think that he was born to do this business.

And the real situation is that at this time, he has already completed the transformation of Superman, although he has been hiding his superhuman strength, but Ringa can still easily see through his inner - from the first day he stepped into the Riester, Otis scanned Peter's whole body, and the final result is that the body functions far exceed that of normal humans, which is obvious enough.

Peter, who was working hard, of course, didn't know that his hidden thoughts had long been seen through, and he was only working with gratitude in his heart at this time. How grateful he was to his boss for reversing a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. And when Uncle Ben fell, he once again lent a helping hand to himself, and gave himself a way to subsidize the family.

He had become a man, and Peter thought to himself that he could help Uncle Ben carry the family by his own efforts.

Linga, who was standing on the other side, couldn't read minds, so he didn't know how grateful Peter was to himself, so he stood on the other side and watched Little George's movements, while instructing: "When gripping the handle, as long as the first three fingers are clenched, the ring finger and tail finger are relaxed, so that it is easy to move the wrist......"

Ringa was beside him instructing little George on how to cut the ham evenly, while also teaching her how to use the weapon – yes, that's what he taught.

The knife that George is now holding in his hand is a more common weapon in his daily life, which is easier to find and easier to use than a long sword or something. This is also the original, the holy sword promised to teach little George, but unfortunately it was too late.

Now, it's up to Linga to teach.

In the midst of this joyful preparation of the ingredients, Linga suddenly paused—he remembered something.

In this carriage, there is one less person.

Where did Ista go?