"I've got something to do with you, Judge Brooklyn."

Orn said solemnly with a small face.

Brooklyn got up and motioned for Orn to continue, pulling out his phone.

"Hello? I met two children, one who identified himself as Orn Carroll, who was about five or six years old, and the other who was lying in a stroller at ......"

After making the call, Brooklyn looked down and saw that Orn had grievances written on his face, turned his head and pushed the stroller to leave.

"You can't go yet."

Brooklyn stopped Orn and grabbed the stroller, but Orn couldn't pull Brooklyn, tears rolling and his eyes red.

"You just pushed your brother out, what should you do if you meet a bad guy?"

Orn tugged again, but still couldn't pull it, so he stood there angrily, and tears began to fall.

Brooklyn took the stroller out of Orn's hand and led Orn into the house.

Gently putting the sleeping baby aside, Brooklyn opened the refrigerator door and asked, "Is there anything your parents won't let you eat?" ”

Commonwealth allergens are wide-ranging, from coffee, milk, and peanuts to pollen, air, and water.

He only took in the Orn brothers temporarily, and waited for the police to come to the door, but he didn't want the Orn brothers to die of allergies, so let the police collect the bodies.

Orn shook his head, no squeak, and Kent slept soundly.

"Where is your house, remember?"

Brooklyn asked, pulling out the pizza and stuffing it into the microwave.

The uneasiness that Orn was showing now was uneasy about the unfamiliar environment, and Brooklyn felt that a chat with him should remove some of the unease.

"And how did you know I lived here?"

Seeing that Orn refused to answer, Brooklyn asked a different question.

Orn pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his bosom and spread it out and handed it to Brooklyn.

"It's written."

Brooklyn glanced at the headline, "E.D.N.Y Judge Brooklyn Lee!" Executioners in favor of the death penalty! He deserves hell! ”

There is also a photograph of himself below.

If Orn knew how to read, he probably wouldn't have found himself.

Brooklyn reckons that Aoun should only know the word 'judge'.

"Do you know what's written on this?"

Orn shook his head and whispered

"I asked someone else."

"How do you ask?"

Orn lowered his head and picked at his fingers, his voice quieter.

"I told them you were my father......"

Brooklyn was speechless for a while, and was silent for a long time before continuing to ask

"When did you get this piece of paper?"

"In the afternoon, I picked it up from the mall."

In reply, Orn hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask

"Can you keep them from getting a divorce?"

Brooklyn was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Are your parents going to divorce?"

Orn nodded.

Brooklyn was about to ask again, and the phone rang.

Brooklyn glanced at it, and the caller ID was a string of garbled characters.

He hung up the phone casually, "Orn, Mom and Dad are divorced, just living separately, just like you quarrel with a good friend......"

A strange singing voice rang out. The phone screen lights up automatically.

Caller ID 'MURDERER'

The black caller interface began to turn orange, and the orange turned into a rising flame.

The white caller ID suddenly turns dark red, as if melting, and slowly drips.

Brooklyn picked up the phone and pressed it to hang up, but the phone didn't respond at all. The song is still the same, the flames are blazing, and the dark red words are still flowing.

Brooklyn tried to turn off her phone again, but it still didn't respond.

Suddenly, the singing came to an abrupt end, and a poster appeared on the screen, identical to the piece of paper that Orn handed him.

The poster paused for a moment, and the picture of him began to bleed from all angles.

Da, dada~~

The printer in the corner suddenly woke up and started working with a click.

A poster of the same style was typed out and lay quietly on the table.

Da Da Da ~

The second, third......

Until all the paper in the paper tray runs out, the printer makes a clicking sound.

Brooklyn dropped his phone, glanced at Hahn, who was huddled on the couch and shivering, and walked over to the printer.

He was about to reach for the printed poster when the smell of burnt paste permeated.

The next moment, a flame burst out of the printer.

Brooklyn quickly unplugged the power supply, rushed into the kitchen, and spilled a glass of water with a cup.

The flames were extinguished.

The computer screen in front of the printer lit up again, the strange singing voice sounded again, and after the strings of characters flashed, the poster was once again projected on the screen.

Then the coffee machine in the kitchen started working, and after a flicker of the button on it, the coffee machine turned on automatically, and warm coffee flowed out of it.

TV, stereo...... All the electronics started to turn on automatically and work haphazardly.

Brooklyn tried to shut down, but it didn't work at all. He simply picked up Orn, lifted the stroller with his other hand, and rushed into the elevator.

Pressing the first floor, as the elevator doors closed, the elevator slowly descended, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the lights suddenly went out, and the elevator fell into darkness.

Orn burst into tears.

"I don't want to keep Mom and Dad from getting divorced! I don't want it! ”

Orn cried out.

Brooklyn didn't bother to coax him, put the stroller down, and was about to ring the bell for help, when the elevator suddenly plummeted.

The fall lasted only a split second before the elevator safety measures were activated, stucking the elevator rope to death.

The elevator came to a slam stop again.

Brooklyn was knocked to the ground by the elevator movement, and Kent was thrown out of the stroller and fell to the ground, crying.

The elevators alternated between the cries of the two brothers, Orn and Kent, and Brooklyn leaned against the wall, his head foggy - he had just been slammed against the wall with the back of his head.

On the rooftop of the apartment building, a girl dressed like Monrica leaned under the base station and blew a bubble out of her mouth.

Syllable~

The bubble burst, and Monrica chewed bubble gum, closed her computer, and looked at the raging fire in the apartment building opposite, looking proud.

"That's it!"

She snorted, got up and put the computer in her bag, and disappeared into the hallway with her bag on her back.

Not far from the street, fire trucks roared......

……

……

Brooklyn touched the back of his head and felt a finger of damp heat.

He leaned against the wall to stand up, but a wave of dizziness in front of his eyes, and a strong nausea hit him, causing him to bend over and retch.

After retching, Brooklyn gave up and fumbled to take the crying Kent into his arms and pull the sobbing Orn to his side.

"Don't cry, don't be afraid."

Brooklyn put his arm around Orn and hissed a few words of comfort.

Orn was already frightened, and desperately drilled into Brooklyn's arms, two arms around Brooklyn's neck, tears and snot rubbing against Brooklyn's chest.

Finally, under constant comfort, Orn slowly stopped crying.

Brooklyn let go of Orn, shoved Kent to him, leaned against the wall, endured nausea and dizziness and slowly stood up, came to the elevator door, fumbled and pressed the distress bell.