"Huh?" Caesar walked the night-covered road with a bag of frozen milk from the supermarket on his head, carrying a bottle of eaux-de-vie in his hand.

It turns out that even half-breeds are afraid of solid steel pipes, and a grandson who came out of nowhere gave Caesar a stuffy stick while the bar was scuffling, which carbon-based creature is not afraid of this thing? Thanks to Caesar's hard enough brain, he didn't explode on the spot, but a big red bag was also indispensable, and Caesar was angry at the time, and TMD had a group fight, and it was a sneak attack! It's a solid steel pipe again, you need Voldemort to reincarnate! Angry, Caesar kicked the old man hard, and then the bastard shrank to the ground like a shrimp, and 9 bile was about to spit out.

This was the only wound on Caesar's body, and the scuffle he caused in the bar was the only one that left him with scars.

The night wind is constantly blowing, and the night temperature in New York in October is not high even if it is a seaside city, which should be described as bone-chilling. The cold that the small wind blowing on the body can penetrate into the bones. At this time, Caesar was wearing a suit, I can't say how warm it is, I can only say that it is no different from naked, but he is a mixed-race race, this little cold wind not only did not hurt him, but stimulated the heat energy in his body, forming an air conditioner-like insulation ring outside the body, and the human-shaped air conditioner belonged to yes.

It should be said that New York is a well-known economic capital, and even in such a remote suburb, the infrastructure such as street lights is well maintained. The bright light shone on Caesar's body, so that his embarrassed appearance could be presented in the night, and his clothes were divided into strips of cloth, although the fists of ordinary people were of little use to him, but his clothes were obviously not as strong as his clothes, torn and tattered, like a beggar's clothes. And his hair, which was made into an exploding head by Phillips's static electricity trap, no matter how good your physical fitness is, your hair has to be blown up when you encounter static electricity.

The pants and shoes were undamaged, and the bastards in the bar were very martial by then, and they didn't go beyond Caesar's next three ways, and there were no dirty footprints on the shoes.

Caesar took the frozen milk off his head with his left hand and put it in his mouth, the wound on his head had healed this time, and although he healed quickly, it didn't mean that he wouldn't be in pain. That's why he puts frozen milk on his head, this thing is really good for pain!

At this time, when he bought it, the frozen hard milk had softened, and the Caesar man-shaped air conditioner was not blown in vain, he took a small bite on the bag and drank it tons.

I have to say that Caesar was in a much happier mood after this fight, and sure enough, the most primitive way to vent is often the favorite way to vent.

He hummed an unknown tune, and walked along the night-shrouded path, the breeze blowing through the treetops on both sides of the road, bringing a trembling tremble, under the light of the street lamp, like a terrifying monster with teeth and claws, but apparently Caesar was not afraid, for there was no more monstrous human than him.

The injury to his right arm from being attacked by electricity was not completely healed, so his current form was basically equal to Yang Guo. But the physical injury can't withstand the injury in the heart, and maybe his right arm has not been well because of the influence in his heart. That's the power of mixed-race WeChatism!

I don't know how long it has been, Caesar's bag has long since lost its place, and now he is used to bringing the water of life from the bar. To put it bluntly, it is the consumption of alcohol. Whenever he drank, he would think of the bartender who persuaded him not to drink, that was the only woman who had persuaded him not to drink too much so far, although her advice in every sense may not have been well-intentioned, but Caesar was very useful, which is why Caesar can remember her until now, what a good girl! He thought like this, if he changed the place where he was born, the guy must be a good girl in the eyes and a good wife in the future, of course, it doesn't mean that people are bad now, and people are great now!

Thinking about the beautiful scenery that the bartender showed when he leaned over, Caesar nodded more affirmatively, indeed a good girl, in every sense.

He took another sip of wine, and then to his surprise found that he had turned into a forest, and the drunken Caesar raised the bottle in his hand to look at it, and took another big sip, and then fell crooked on the chaise longue beside the forest path, his eyes closed, and with a violent cough, and the sound of the bottle falling to the ground, and heavy breathing came from Caesar's body, and he fell asleep.

As the breeze blew through the woods, the terrifying shadows of the trees crossed Caesar's flushed face, across his furrowed brow, and across his left hand, which was holding the bottle.

There was nothing in the dark woods except the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the few light sources came from the moonlight in the sky that poked through the leaves, the drunkard, the dense forest, the night, and according to the rhythm of a horror movie, Caesar was about to be killed.

Then there was a faint sound of barely footsteps moving closer to Caesar's position, and a small dark shadow appeared not far from where Caesar was lying.

Back in the daytime, near the bar where Caesar went, about five kilometers away, there was a welfare home, yes, the kind of place where Caesar lived when he was a child. There is a child in this welfare home, it doesn't matter what the specific name is, the most important child is the most bullied child in this welfare home, what does a three- or four-year-old child look like in a group of children? From Caesar's experience when he was a child, it can be seen that children do not have any moral concepts of respecting the old and loving the young, even if the teachers in the welfare home can teach, but these children who lack one-on-one discipline from their parents cannot say that they learn in their hearts, they can only say that their left ear goes in and out of their right ear. You can't expect the group of people in the welfare home to numb their responsibilities as parents.

When he was a child, Caesar couldn't understand why these teachers who ate in his place didn't do their best to fulfill their responsibilities, and when he grew up, he understood, other teachers are also people, not to mention whether there is so much energy, can estimate the feelings of so many children, what do you want for one or two thousand dollars a month!

This little boy is just one of the many children in the country's orphanage, but he is definitely not the only one. Let's talk about the poor boy's experience.

In the afternoon, the teachers of the welfare home took the children out on an outing, yes, the welfare home is not a prison, there is such a thing as an outing. This is undoubtedly a happy thing for the children, after all, in their young welfare home with unlimited energy and comparable to huskies, it is really similar to a prison. They are of course overjoyed to have both this and the unbridled event.

Of course, for the teacher, this is tantamount to torture, you think about it, you have a group of children who have not given up, want to taste everything, want to see everything, what it is like. A young couple is exhausted enough to take care of a child of this age, not to mention that these teachers are facing a group.

So smart teachers tend to take another approach, which is to let the older children watch the younger children, and the teachers watch the neighborhood like sheepdogs, guarding the children from accidents. By placing the responsibility for the life of one child on another, even if the teachers are mad, they will not become like this.

Under the organization of the teacher, the children carry out a series of small games including but not limited to hide and seek, play baseball, eagle and chicken, etc., which consume the energy of these children. But the thing is in the game of hide and seek, as we all know, some children, that are really stunned, take the game of hide and seek very seriously.

Blake Wick is one such child, only three years old, with his superb hiding skills, he managed to go crazy with all the teachers in this welfare house, and still hide in a tree hole until late at night. We don't know how a little kid found and climbed a hole in a tree nearly three meters high, and when the kid came out, he found that it was dark! The teachers and their friends are all gone!

Then he started crying, crying as he walked along the road. When I cried until I had no strength, I stopped crying, but I didn't stop walking with my feet.

In the next scene, the lost boy meets a drunken Caesar.

Although Blake's clothes were warm enough, it was impossible for him to keep him from cold on this big night with just a thick suit. When Blake saw Caesar who had slept like a dead dog, he was very excited, after all, his teacher had told him that when he encountered something he couldn't solve, he could go to find the adults around him, and Caesar was currently the largest adult in a radius of ten miles from Black, or a human being.

When little Black was about to greet Caesar in the face with his little paws in an attempt to wake him up, he suddenly noticed that the man with a terrible smell was unusually warmer than his own cot in the orphanage. Little Blake, who had walked for most of the day, was already exhausted, and if it weren't for the cold that couldn't let him sleep, he would have curled up on the side of the road and fallen asleep.

As a humanoid air conditioner, Caesar is a good heat source, and when little Blake approached Caesar, he immediately felt a warm feeling enveloping him, and his tired body could no longer be driven by his spirit. Little Blake had only time to climb on top of Caesar, and then to his chest and fell asleep.

As for why he climbed on top of Caesar, he probably thought of Caesar as a warm bed.

And Caesar, who was the bed, had a nightmare of ghost pressing the bed, in which he and Li Jiaming performed a chest stone break together, but Li Jiaming kept holding a hammer and not smashing it!