Francis blinked, obviously not quite understanding what his distant relative, whom he had never met before, how could his father be a hero?

The black-haired man sighed, sat cross-legged in front of the little boy and touched his little head, which felt really good: "I know that he can't always be with you, and he doesn't even spend as much time with you as you have with your new toys, it's because he's doing other things that he can't get away with, but he really cares." ”

"One day when he's done with his mess, he'll sit next to you and play with you all the time."

Frank looked at the little boy in front of him very seriously, and the latter did not hesitate to look at him with a pair of watery eyes, and finally held back a sentence: "Uncle Fledo, thank you for playing with me, and the superhero stories you told me..."

After speaking, the little boy paused again, and asked in a low and cautious voice, "And what you said is true?" Will my dad stay here and stop going to war? ”

"Of course."

The corners of Frank's mouth rose slightly, and he said, "I'm a little thirsty, go and help me get a can of cold beer from your father's Xiaoice box, that can should be placed in the innermost, and then I will tell you another story about superheroes." ”

"New superhero, yes!"

The boy shouted and threw his cloak and ran down the hallway, trying his best to swing his cloak like a real superhero.

As Francis's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the hallway, Frank stood quietly, his face filled with mixed emotions and his eyes flashing with deep worries and memories.

The layout of the house was all too familiar to him, and it took a little time for an eight-year-old boy to run into the tool room and take out a can of beer and come back.

"Whew"

With a sigh of relief, he lowered his fingers trembling and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The light in the room appears soft and warm, dappled through the windows on the floor. There are family photos hanging on the wall, and the happy smiles of the family of four make people feel the warmth of the family.

But it wasn't his home after all.

Although the people here look exactly like the family he once had, and their personalities are the same, they are just people from another universe after all.

Frank Custer from that zombie universe, his family is already dead.

"Seeing them again is a little emotional?" Pietro poured himself a cup of herbal tea, drank it and let out a leisurely breath before continuing.

Frank looked at the liquid in his teacup and sighed hesitantly, feeling like he had been thoroughly understood by Pietro.

In the end, he nodded lightly in response: "Yes, seeing them again does make me think a lot of things other than killing." Sometimes I can't help but wonder if if I could have spent more time with them in the first place. ”

"If I had stayed with them a little longer, would our family have avoided that damn park picnic!"

Once upon a time, young Frank Custer was born in Queens, New York, a Sicilian immigrant, and when he witnessed a couple brutally murdered by the mafia, the ten-year-old Frank was terrified.

What if the murderous mafia came and killed him, an eyewitness, too?

It's horrible!

Thinking so, at the age of ten, he took some things from his kitchen and made a homemade petrol bomb, and set fire to the mafia into a charred corpse, which was the first time in his life that he killed someone.

After that, he went to high school without incident, met his future wife, Maria, and eventually joined the Marine Corps as a soldier.

After returning from overseas, Frank is estranged from Maria and her children because of his experiences, and every night he dreams of himself on the battlefield, with all kinds of severed limbs and flesh appearing before his eyes.

Although Maria tries to calm Frank down in various ways, and even takes him to church to confess to the priest to wash away the guilt in his heart, Frank eventually becomes estranged from his family and begins sleeping in a backyard tent.

However, this kind of life did not last long, in order to support his family, Frank eventually found a hard job, occasionally doing some black work for the government, during which he slowly became closer and closer to the children, and finally had a bit of a family.

But after that, he organized a picnic in the park to continue his efforts to make up for his family's shortcomings.

Maria, Sarah, and little Francis died at the gunpoint of the gangsters who wanted to kill people because they accidentally encountered the gangsters, but only he, the most damned person, survived.

And to be a punisher.

"You said there was a. . . Uh, Uncle Fredo came looking for me? ”

Suddenly a deep male voice came from outside the door, the voice was calm and firm, and the sudden sound made the three of them look in the direction of the door vigilantly, followed by the sound of the key twisting the door and the doorknob rubbing.

"It's me back!"

Frank's face changed slightly, he would never admit this voice, it was himself in this universe. His mood was complicated in an instant, and he didn't know how to face this guy who suddenly appeared.

Will your younger self eat 'Uncle Fledo from afar'?

At that time, I drank all day long, and I was a little silly bubbling. Maybe this argument works?

"Pietro, let's go, it's time for the family to belong to the Custer family, you say, Uncle Fledo?" Bai Ye smiled and snapped his fingers again, he knew what to do at this time.

"Say anything." Pietro took another sip of tea, and his body shook with gusts of wind, and he and Bai Ye disappeared in an instant.

"Wait—"

The black-haired man was startled and quickly reached out a hand, trying to hold Pietro and White Night, but his hand swept through the air and grabbed nothing, not blocking the two of them at all.

The moment the door opened, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the room, casting a warm orange light on Frank's face, and he subconsciously squinted slightly, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

At the same time, Francis excitedly ran out of the hallway, holding a cold beer in his arms and excitedly shouted, "Uncle Fledo, I found the beer you said!" ”

When he saw the open door, the little boy turned to the door and shouted with joy, "Daddy, you're back!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a face that closely resembled Frank's, but with a young face and a noticeably reduced scar, walked into the room.

He first nodded to his son, who greeted him, and then his expression was very gloomy, and he looked at Frank with sharp eyes, and finally whispered:

"Hello, Uncle Fledo."

(End of chapter)