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It was late at night, and Eddie drove Mark in front of Chris's house and left. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Mark opened his mailbox first and checked the letters, all of which were advertisements and billing notices. The wrought-iron door was locked, but there was a small door on the left, which he pushed and entered. Chris's house is very small in San Mateo, a Mediterranean-style white house with no lawn or over-the-top landscape, and only needs to hire a gardener company to take care of it once a year. There is no swimming pool in the backyard, only a small terrace with a wrought-iron table and a few chairs, and of course a large classic barbecue grill that is essential for American families. Chris prefers to make his home feel like a home to luxury, and a few friends sit in the backyard in the summer, barbecuing, drinking, and chatting, which is very comforting.

One of the big reasons Chris likes this place is because the basement of the house has a chic little wine cellar.

Opening the door with a spare key, Mark had just stepped into the house with one foot when he was hit by a "bullet". Bullet is an Irish Red and White Squatting Hound with a lively and energetic personality. It is called the red white squat because it has red patches on its pure white fur, and the bullet is named because there is a ring of red spots around the corners of the mouth that look like bullets.

Patting the bullet, it shook its head excitedly, Mark looked up, and the "pharmacist" squatted in the living room in a serious and deep manner, with an elegant and gentlemanly demeanor. The wrinkles on the Canary dog's forehead are very similar to the wrinkled forehead of the male protagonist in a previous series "The Poison Maker", so Chris gave it this name.

"It's still that cool, huh?"

Mark walked over and stroked its head, and it responded with his hand.

Mark placed the key on a plate in the low cabinet in the foyer, next to which a pot of red orchids was in full bloom.

On the left hand of the foyer is the banquet room, with only a round table of spades and a few wooden chairs, which looks empty; on the right hand is the living room, with a comfortable sofa in front of the transcripts, and a beautiful woman in front of the five white grid windows that open to the sky, on which the bullets love to lie on and bask in the sun during the day.

It still looks empty.

Compared to the brightly lit kitchen, Mark would rather prepare himself something to eat in the small kitchen at the back. In order to take care of Chris's dog, he lives here temporarily, this room is full of floor-to-ceiling windows on one side, facing the courtyard outside, which reminds Mark of happy days, and he can even smell the smell of him and Chris grilling chicken steak together. These days, Mark would spend the night lying on the couch, and the bullet and the pharmacist would lie on the carpet with him, sleeping until he was in a haze, he thought it was Chris waking him up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the bullet sticking out his tongue, waiting for its breakfast with expectant eyes.

After eating, he finally made up his mind to go upstairs to see Chris's bedroom.

The room was very simple, with little furniture, Mark sat on the big bed and Chris always liked the dark blue sheets. He sat on it, staring at the wall on one side of the bed, which was Chris's memorial wall, full of things to remember about her life. Family photos, a group photo of grandparents standing outside the National Palace in Taipei, a photo of little Christina and her mother still sitting in a stroller, a photo of going hunting with her grandfather, and a commemoration of her small achievement, the "Little-Miss-Compassion Award", the work card of her first summer part-time job - the ID photo is still a delicate sweet girl, and a commemorative ribbon for blood donation fixed with a tack; it is also full of souvenirs of her world journey, postcards of her first trip to the casino, Japanese lanterns, small Venetian masks, the red "Huanhuan" from the 2008 Beijing Olympics, gifts from friends, postcards, greeting cards, letters, and then there are the movie tickets, and then there are the traces of her and Mark's life in New York, both of whom are theater fans who go to Broadway whenever they have time.

The first time Mark went to New York was a solo summer trip with her, when she was only nine years old, and the first musical Mark and she saw was Wicked, a prequel to "The Wizard of Oz" that tells the story of how a bad witch is made, and he remembers her exacting "Wow! Then they went to the door of each theater to draw lottery tickets, just write your name, and when the show started, the theater staff would come out to draw the lottery, Chris was so lucky, she won the jackpot the second time, and it was the story "The Book of Mormon" written by the creators of South Park, her favorite show, the middle seat in the first row, what a pleasure.

The next time I came to New York, it was Chris who went to high school and college, and they lived there for several years. They still go to the theater often, but Chris's taste shifts from cheerful musicals and comedies to deep and meaningful dramas. And with Chris's outstanding talents, New York gradually became her stage, she was charismatic and omnipotent, and became everyone's darling, and everyone in New York Vanity Fair was proud to be invited to the "Mrs. Gandaw" party!

Mark turned his head to see a still from "Twilight: Breaking Dawn" hanging on the bedside table, framed in a glass frame with the autographs of all the actors.

Mark said: Yes, twelve-year-old Chris, when she had just entered puberty, she also chased stars, and asked her mother to ask her to find a star she liked to sign autographs for herself.

Who would have thought that would happen a year later?

Mark turned his attention back to the memorial wall, and he looked into the middle, revealing a familiar red under the stack of newspaper clippings, pictures, and dried flowers.

That's a corner of the San Francisco Bridge.

Mark immediately stood up, carefully removing the covering from it.

First, a few yellowed newspaper clippings were revealed. Prominent headlines read: "The Master of Escape Bravely Escapes the Island of Death and Ends in Prison", "A Century of Escapes Eventually Becomes a Violent Crime, Many People Are Hijacked", "The Rich Kid Dies, Azkaban".

In 2013, to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Alcatraz's closure, the San Francisco government invited Thomas Bright, known as Little Houdini, to perform an escape show on Alcatraz. Guarded by fully armed police officers (actors, of course), try to escape Alcatraz. I don't know why, in the process, Thomas and his escape team actually kidnapped some of the island's staff in order to escape from Alcatraz, and no one expected that the final result would turn into a bloody case. At that time, the summer camp of Atherton School was held on the island, and Chris and Arthur were also involved.

Mark flipped through the newspaper clippings and took down the photo that was pressed to the bottom.

San Francisco's red bridge is revealed, and two people stand in the foreground, one is Christina, and the man holding her is Arthur, both of whom look sweet with a slightly silly smile on their faces.

Mark flipped through the back of the photograph and there was a line — always remember! The time was written by Chris after the San Francisco accident.

Mark sat alone in Chris's room, and he rushed to the hot spring, and his hand clutching the photo tightened, and he wanted to tear it up. He wouldn't do that, though, and that's Chris's privacy.

He closed his eyes and suppressed his anger.

Sitting in the empty room, Chris's voice still hovering in his ears, Mark wondered if he was looking for a psychic and trying to call Chris.

He nailed the photographs and newspaper clippings back as they were. Looking at these fragments in front of him, which represent the bits and pieces of Chris's life, Mark felt a little stinging in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the alarm at the house suddenly went off.

Mark frowned as he got up and pulled out his phone.

The security system of this house is set up by him, and the real-time pictures of various surveillance cameras in the whole house can be seen in the mobile phone. He switched between several frames, but did not see anything out of the ordinary. He went downstairs and was found at the top of the stairs with two dogs, unusually sensitive to the sound of a high-pitched siren.

He walked to the door, pressed the code, and the alarm stopped.

Seconds later, the security company called for confirmation.

Mark replied, "Yes, I'm Mark Smith!"

The security company reconfirmed that the surveillance system on their side had not found any problems.

"That looks like no problem for the time being, thank you!"

At this time, the pharmacist let out a low roar in his throat.

Mark hung up the phone.

At this time, even the bullets screamed, in the direction of the banquet hall.

The dining room on the left side of the porch was unlit, and it was pitch black inside.

It looked like a beast lurking inside, its eyes glowing green in the darkness.

A spirit, Mark was on full alert.

In an instant, a figure rushed out of the shadows.

Mark didn't panic, his jab hit the opponent first, but the opponent was unmoved, and still crashed into Mark with all his might.

Mark's fist felt the strength of the other party, and he jerked to the side, trying to avoid the impact as best he could, but the speed of the incoming man was too fast to avoid it, and the bodies of the two flew out uncontrollably like puppets off the line, slamming into the ground.

The other party is not big, but the strength is very great. The experience of fighting people countless times has taught Mark that he has met an opponent today.

The man grabbed Mark's, and a burst of pain came over him.

The bullet rushed forward first, biting the man's right ankle.

The man screamed in pain, raised his foot and kicked at the bullet.

Mark took advantage of the momentum to slam a punch into the corner of the opponent's eye, and the bullet had already jumped back smartly, avoiding the man's kick.

Fortunately, the other party still knows the pain.

Not wanting Chris's babes to get hurt, Mark ordered the two dogs: "Go upstairs!"

The pharmacist rushed up the steps first, and the bullet reluctantly followed.

Mark chose to retreat to the lighted living room.

The man felt his eye socket and felt something slimy—blood. He looked up at his attacker, and looked surprised, as if he couldn't believe that this little thing that looked so cute, and that it was moving so violently!

"Damn, stinking, beat me to bleed!"

Under the light, Mark could see the other party's face clearly.

"Thomas Bright?"

Thomas walked up to the living room and grinned, "What a mansion! Little, I'm a well-known big star, and God is so unfair!"

The person who appeared in the newspaper clippings that Mark had just read a few minutes ago - Houdini Jr., the master of escape.

"You should be serving your sentence in federal prison, no way!"

"Tut-tut...... Otherwise, how would people call me Master of Escape?"

Thomas Bright was sentenced to life in prison for that case, and the Smith family used all their power to ensure that he would never have a chance to come out in his life.

Thomas looked around and exclaimed, "Where's that little?"

"What are you looking for her for?"

Thomas took off his cardigan, wiped the blood from his face, and then excitedly licked his lips and said to Mark, "Of course it's revenge!"

"Revenge?!"

Before Mark could finish speaking, Thomas's fist roared.

Mark dodged decisively.

Thomas is not tall, he is just a man who plays magic escape, how can he be so powerful?

Fortunately, Thomas has no strength, but no skill in his moves.

Mark dodged the next few punches.

Thomas couldn't get to his side, gritted his teeth in anger, he stopped moving, and suddenly said, "You know what I did to the lovely Christina?"

Mark was silent, but he felt his heart beating. When his father sent him to investigate the whole thing himself, the news he heard happened on Alcatraz Island, and the other hostages confirmed that Arthur behaved badly, and as her boyfriend, he was supposed to protect her at the most critical time, but he only cared about himself and left her alone. Chris was hurt, she kept silent about what happened back then, she no longer trusted others, she wanted to become strong and protect herself, all thanks to Arthur.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that people raped her little white-faced boyfriend in front of her, haha......"

Mark didn't care at all about what happened to Arthur.

"And when we finally managed to get out of Alcatraz, I told them that only one person would survive, and the other would have to jump into the water, and I would let them choose. Thomas paused for a few seconds and said, "She refused to make a decision, but that little white face decisively chose to let her die, you should really look at the look on her face at that time." ”

The Pacific Ocean outside San Francisco Bay is bitterly cold, and the San Francisco Bridge is a suicide mecca because even if you don't die, the icy waters can kill you in a very short time.

Hearing Thomas say this, Mark's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't expect it to be worse than he knew. Who knows what else happened during the time that the escape team hijacked them alone...... Although for a few seconds, Mark was distracted by Thomas's words, but he knew that anger could not be allowed to prevail, it would cloud people's sanity, and he needed to remain calm and wait for his chance.

Seeing that the provocation was useless, Thomas's eyes widened in anger, and he came up again with a rough fist.

In fact, the fist is not the most effective way to attack in actual combat, and the palm is deadly. Mark's sideways step, fast like a cannonball, slashed into Thomas's neck with one palm, the strong pressure on the arteries, so that the opponent fell into a brief shock, the body staggered, Mark's knees followed, Thomas felt his stomach shrink, and then fell, like a fish on the deck of a fishing boat, writhing on the ground.

Mark kicked at the bottom of Thomas's chest, only to suddenly throw something at him with all his might.

The thing didn't rush at Mark, but stopped in mid-air, glowing green.

Then, it burst open, with a loud, crisp sound, and flew into three rays of light towards Mark.

Seeing the green light coming, Mark quickly rolled backwards, dodging two of the bundles, which hit the glass-inlaid teak table and the marble fireplace in the living room, respectively, and the glass fragments of the table were scattered all over the ground, and the marble was smashed into a pit.

The last beam of air slashed through the air, and despite Mark's agility, he was pierced through his forearm by a beam of dagger like a dagger, and he looked down to see that the wound was deep, but not to the bone.

Thomas fell to the ground and felt for himself again, as if looking for something.

Mark's heart began to beat wildly, if it was a green beam again, how would he correspond?

Just then, the pharmacist rushed out and lunged at Thomas, biting his hand and then biting it on.

Thomas screamed loudly.

It turned out that after Mark gave the order, the pharmacist rushed up the stairs a few steps and stopped, and soon, it returned to the bottom of the stairs, secretly watching Mark who was struggling to fight. As soon as there was a crisis, it immediately rushed out. The Canary is the most loyal dog and one of the fiercest fighting dogs in the world, once it attacks and tastes blood, it will continue to attack until its owner calls it off.

"Pharmacist, that's enough!" Mark said softly.

The pharmacist's mouth was bloodied, his eyes were on Mark, and he reconfirmed the order.

"What a good boy, thank you for not listening to me just now!" Mark said, "Now, stop!"

The pharmacist stepped aside with some reluctance, but remained ready to launch a new attack. The bullet came over and stood next to the pharmacist boss.

Thomas's chest and arms were a blur of flesh and blood, and he gasped and didn't dare to move again.

Mark bent down beside Thomas, searched to make sure he had nothing on him, and said, "You'd better tell me what you know?" or I'll give you another taste of being bitten!"

Thomas was now no longer arrogant, and he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

"What's that green beam, and what the hell are you looking for Chris?"

Thomas tilted his head slightly to the left, spat blood, and said, "I talked about revenge!"

"Shut up, why do you say that, if it wasn't for you......"

Thomas burst into laughter.

"None of you know that you think she's a victim? I'm the only one who knows the secret, but I've kept it for her. ”

Mark didn't stop him from continuing.

"At the beginning, we kidnapped a lot of people, and finally took her and the little white-faced boyfriend, we successfully escaped from Alcatraz Island, sitting in a simple kayak prepared in advance, but we didn't expect the waves to be too big, we decided to leave one person in the sea, I told you that Christie didn't choose, but the little white-faced did, and my companions threw her into the sea, and I couldn't help it. ”

What is the truth, just now he said that he let Chris go into the sea, and now he will pick himself up, Mark will not just listen to Thomas's side of the story.

"But the wind and waves were still too strong, and we had to go back to the island. Thomas swallowed and said, "No one could have imagined that a little girl would survive in the cold waters, and that she would not only live but also swim back to the island." When she appeared, she was covered in mud and almost couldn't see a human form, but I recognized those eyes, which burned with angry flames, it was her! She held Tony's gun in her hand, and Sliky was pressing Little Whiteface's body, and before she could react, she shot and killed them all...... Hahahaha...... Only me!

Chris herself didn't know how she survived in the icy sea back then, she only remembered swimming desperately, and gradually she didn't feel cold, she had only one purpose in mind, to return to the island! During the summer camp, she has been serving on Alcatraz Island, she knows everything about the facilities on the island, she first tries to recover her body temperature, and then finds food to replenish her strength, she knows that the villain is hiding in a power station on the island, she carefully planned, smeared the mud on her body, and waited until night, first killed the little Latino who came out of the power station hut to pee, took his gun, and then sneaked into the house, when Chris reappeared, to everyone's surprise. She pulled the trigger of the gun in her hand, and a bullet "thud" shot directly into the strong man's body, and he fell, the bullet passed through his body, and at the same time shot through Arthur. The first time Chris shoots, she doesn't know if the other person is dead, she can't take risks. So the second bullet went into the back of Si's head. As to whether Arthur died at that time, or if he bled to death later, she did not check to see if he had died. Next, she turned to the Master of Escape, gun pointed at his temple, and Thomas, as if stunned at Chris, suddenly turned into a soft bug with a strange look in his eyes. In the face of this man who had been violent to himself before, making him so frightened that he almost collapsed, Chris did not do it.

After the San Francisco Coast Guard landed on the island, she was taken to the hospital by the ambulance team. When she woke up, she learned that Thomas Bright had confessed all the crimes to the police, saying that he had killed everyone.

When Mark heard this, he somewhat cleared up his mind, and he was not too shocked, but showed a smile.

"Why, you don't look surprised?"

"Of course, she deserves to be a member of our Smith family, and I'm proud of her!"

"I didn't know why I was obsessed with ghosts, when I saw Christie, I had a strange evil thought in my heart, she was so innocent, and immersed in the joy of love, these rich people are from a good background, I just can't see it, I want to destroy the look in her eyes. ”

Mark wasn't completely surprised in his heart, but he accepted the truth more calmly, because he liked the truth more. Chris has never been a weakling.

"It was years after I was in prison that I figured out I was in love with her!" said two lines of tears on Thomas's cheek.

"You love her, it's ridiculous!"

"I love her! she's so good after her transformation. "But she forgot about me, and I was helping her go to jail! I want revenge! I have changed, and when I catch her, I will let her know how much I love her." ”

Mark clamped Thomas's neck with his hand, pressing down on his trachea. Breathless, Thomas's face turned tomato-colored. Suppressing the urge to aggravate the other man's injury, Mark let go, because he had more important things to ask.

He saw his bleeding hands and stood up to get some ice and towels from the kitchen.

Before leaving, he said to Thomas, who was lying on the ground, "When I come back, you'd better say everything, or you'll suffer." ”

But when he returned, Thomas was gone.

The pharmacist and the bullets searched the ground in the distance for the smell, but soon even they lost track of their prey.

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(1) Old Town: A good experience of the American West style town, where there are many old-fashioned houses built with Boston red bricks.

(2) In 1847, Sartre was building a sawmill, and on January 24, his carpenter James W. Marshall discovered gold, and the news immediately spread, which was the beginning of the "gold rush" in California. The interlude in the Oscar-winning film "Three Steps to Murder" is "Sutter's-Mill" sung by Dan Fogelberg, and it is this story that is sung.

(3) Tatami mat: Tatami has always been a product of China, and tatami is a piece.

(4) British: Mark's father is actually of Irish descent in the United States, but because Mark has lived in London, England since he was a child, he has a London accent, and of course Grandpa Yamamoto can't tell the difference.

(5) When driving in California, although there is a maximum speed limit on highways, there is another rule that you need to follow the traffic trend. So in California, everybody drives fast, everybody is speeding. Of course, shooting the first bird, changing lanes too quickly and too often is the first choice for the traffic police to issue tickets.

(6) Since 1981, San Francisco has held "Fleet-Week" activities every October on "Columbus Day" (the second weekend of October), inviting the U.S. Navy, Marine Corps, Coast Guard, and even foreign navies to send various warships to participate. All warships are open to the public, and there will be an air show by the U.S. Navy's Blue Angels aerobatic team.

(7) USS Preb: UUS-Preble DDG-88 Arleigh Burke-class Aegis missile destroyer.

(8) Hells-Angels: Hells-Angels are common in GTA, tattoos, Harley-Davidson motorcycles, skull scalp jackets with flying wings, and the code name is derived from the Hell's Angels squadron in the Flying Tigers, and the Bishop-family (Bishop-family) was established on March 17, 1948.

(9) On September 21, 1909, Chinese aircraft engineer Feng Ru successfully flew a self-made aircraft in Auckland, becoming the first Chinese pilot in history. His studio was located on the 6th floor of Ninth and Webster Streets.

(10) Britain is known as the base country, and Brighton is the base city, a gay paradise. This is a gay stalk, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand it, that is, Mark saw from the lawyer's actions and appearance that everyone was the same kind, and made a few jokes.