There are many parents in this world who fall into hysteria and even rage because their children have not grown into the state they want, but Anthony. Hopkins definitely won't be one of them.

He said to Sasha. Hopkins's love will not disappear because of his change and growth, not only will it not disappear, but this good affection will become deep and dignified with the passage of time...... Anthony. Hopkins "revealed" a genuine smile that didn't appear on the "ghoul's" face very often, as rare and hurried as the occasional ray of light cast in the gray "color" clouds of winter, and he wanted to tell Sasha that he wouldn't do that—he would never leave Sasha. Hopkins, like a tree that doesn't leave its fruit, for whatever it is — he almost did it.

No one knew what was going on—a sudden thought pierced the ghoul's skull like a crossbow arrow, piercing into his brain, his teeth grinding, his tongue trembling, but not uttering a single syllable.

He had confirmed a long time ago that he and Catherine's child, his son was his little sister who was killed and eaten by the rout at the age of six. Hopkins's rebirth, the reversal of time, the reversal of space, and her return to this world through Catherine's nutritious womb, she regained the life, freedom and happiness she deserved. Hopkins was deeply comforted, but also, as Katherine said, reappeared in the world of Sasha. There are many good things about Hopkins, and these virtues do not come from the original Sasha, some of which come from Anthony, some from Catherine, and some from their respective parents and even ancestors...... Of course, the most of them belong to the little sister sprinkled with sand, sweet, soft, pure essence, while the other sequins shimmer like rubies, amethysts, emeralds adorned with precious opals. Hopkins often stared at his child, trying to find the familiar traces in him — his intelligence and agility. A remarkable memory, and the kindness, courage and sense of justice that he once found in Catherine and in his memories.

It was because of them that Catherine, a fledgling, reckless, no-brainer FBI rookie agent, would dare to investigate and hunt him down single-handedly, and at the last moment, save him from the teeth of her enemies who were intent on brutally lynching him - for which she killed a policeman, a dereliction of duty who had been "lured" by money and became a minion of others - she was wounded in that operation. However, it is not as heavy as before, the use and "riot" of the boss, for fear of the unruly "chaotic" media and the public who do not know the truth, and the higher departments that hurriedly pushed her out to take the blame are enough to make her haggard.

It was a good opportunity for Hopkins to enter her heart and also to enter his palace of memory, and Catherine approved of his idea. Their opinions overlapped to a certain extent, and they made a delicious fried brain dish with Catherine's immediate boss, and then had some dessert and drank wine - and that very night, Sasha. Hopkins is back in the world.

If Catherine's former colleagues had known about Catherine's actions, they would have reprimanded her harshly. Or think she's already fallen, but in fact. She didn't, she still kept all her good things, but in another way.

Just as the umbilical cord passes nutrients, Catherine passes them to Sasha, so that while Sasha. Hopkins had also hurt or killed their enemies without mercy, but his heart was still warm and soft—but he loved his father, and he obeyed Anthony. Hopkins' order, leaving Chitz. Carson.

Chiz. What happened to Carson broke Sasha's heart, but he cleverly kept it hidden. He hid it very deeply, even Anthony. Hopkins didn't really understand it—it was like a disease that flares up when the time was right—and perhaps in the first two months of Grande, Sasha had envisioned living like a normal man, but he soon found that it didn't work—poor boy, he was stuck, his intellect told him to be cautious, and his emotions craved for unbridled outbursts—especially when Beelzebub was in danger with him.

Anthony. Hopkins' words will help him make the decision - give up. Or let go?

If it is according to his own ideas, he will sprinkle sand. Hopkins will undoubtedly be on the conservative side, and although he will not be obedient enough to be bullied, he will not actively hurt others. Especially those who are not at fault, like Chizkason.

Is that good? Hopkins moved his arm. His elbow swept to the side of the glass, and the glass fell to the floor with the fragrant Vermouth wine, and the golden "color" and "liquid" body jumped up on the dark brown "color" floor, and the crystal clear glass shattered. Hopkins turned his head to look—the glass with only one leg left came to rest in the air, the pieces gathered and glued, and the Vermouth returned to the glass, and the glass flew to the table, standing steadily—Hopkins stared at it.

Sasha became alert, and he grabbed his father's hand.

The child's heat passed through his fingers, and Hopkins felt better, he closed his eyes, and after a few seconds turned there again—there was no trace of a glass on the table, a waiter was hurrying to clean the floor, and another was bringing a new glass of aperitif.

Anthony. Hopkins remembered what he had said to his wife, Kasseline, before he made that decision, and he remembered that Katherine's gun, the Smith & Wesson 10 police pistol, had a six-round Smith & Wesson 10 police pistol, and the bullets that flew out of it had struck through a thick badge and were so heavy that he 'plugged' it into his boot.

If he were an ordinary man, Sasha. Hopkins could naturally do whatever he wanted, but Anthony. Hopkins knew what he was — a criminal who had been at the top of the wanted list for many years, a "ghoul" who loved his own flesh and blood, a wanted man with a bounty so large that it could make anyone greedy, and even though he had climbed off the wanted list of the state's violent apparatus and had significantly reduced his private bounty in the short term, he still couldn't let his guard down — and the hunt for him might continue into the twenty-second century. Pervasive hunters don't let go of this wonderful weakness – like yesterday's Martin. Hopkins knew that what he wanted was himself, and he meant a lot to the young, lewd man - the "ghoul" killed his brother and almost killed him. And as a dangerous person who can be taken as a sign of a certain era, Anthony. Hopkins also means great rewards and a great reputation.

If he hadn't appeared, the lightning would have struck Sasha without hesitation. Hopkins, they don't care if you're really innocent, let alone Sasha. Hopkins is not a pure white lamb either.

There are not a few people like Martin.

The door to the cellar opened, and the stinking gas gushed out, and they caught Anthony first, but then gave up, Anthony. Hopkins' little sister was pulled away crying out. He threw himself over, and the door panel snapped his arm, and he leaned against the crack in the door, but he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, and after a while. He smelled the tempting scent—they killed her, chopped her up, threw her in a pot, cooked it, ate it, and wiped it out. The white snow and the black dirt left only a few blonde hairs and a baby tooth - Catherine said that if you sprinkle sand. Hopkins has claws and fangs. The whole situation may be completely different, she will not be eaten. She will eat others.

To be eaten by someone else, or to eat someone else? Is there still a choice?

Hopkins wouldn't allow people to kill Sasha again. Hopkins, eat her to the bottom of nothing—he can do it, and Sasha can do it.

The "ghoul" lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the hand that was clutching him, which was so hot that blood "fluid" ran beneath his skin.

The appetizer was served, shrimp and asparagus, the taste was light, and they didn't speak again. Eat a fine light.

Then there's the main course of the day, Sasha's favorite goose, which looks like it weighs two pounds, with a fragrant and crispy golden skin, and the meat inside is soaked in a salty sauce that melts in your mouth, and is served with applesauce on the side.

While enjoying the fluffy and delicate dessert, Dr. Hopkins had already thought, "Come with me again." He said, "I'll take you to see something interesting." ”

Sasha wouldn't refuse, and they walked down the street arm in arm, and in the familiar parking lot, Sasha saw a behemoth with a shiny black leather shell.

The car doesn't even feel smaller than a school bus. Sasha didn't even have to bend too much when he walked into it. There is a walnut black bar with shelves full of wine glasses, white cowhide sofas around a violet marble round coffee table, a soft carpet underneath, and a wall of dark glass and rose gold panels.

Hopkins turned on the shiny overhead lights, which illuminated the dark brown top plate, he walked over to a matte silver shelf, bent down to look closely, pulled one out of the stacked CDs, put it into the device, pressed the remote control, and the dark "colored" glass, which was about five feet wide, gradually lit up.

…… Hopkins pressed the timeout, "Don't rush. He looked at his watch, a quarter past seven, "We still have some time." ”

Hopkins pulled out sugar cubes, ice water and lafée (distilled absinthe) from behind the bar, and as promised, he made his child a refreshing drink with absinthe, and then he poured himself half a glass, pure, with no water or sugar.

Sasha took a sip, and after the subtle and moderate bitterness passed, it was a light sweetness and a fresh mint fragrance.

After turning on the playback device, Hopkins turned off most of the lights and sat down next to his son with a wine glass, where he extended his arm and hugged the boy's shoulder.

The light behind the dark glass intensified, and they saw the water flow first—the camera went down, the water got deeper and deeper, the new light source swayed faintly in the darkness, and the light shadow appeared on the black glass—the long curly hair that spread out like seaweed shone like an ancient silver coin.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)