Cynthia’s Cat

When the memory was over, Leon looked at Cynthia who was asleep with a happy smile on his face.

My father was right, as long as I worked hard to do one thing, there would be a response.

After leaving the hospital, Krell became depressed.

In Leon's eyes, Krell's father suddenly grew older.

Krell shut himself in the room and let himself be decadent.

He became indifferent to the opinions of others.

There was a knock on the door.

"Father, lunch is ready, I put food in front of your door."

No one in the house responded to him.

Leon sighed and took away the morning food.

Creel hadn't eaten for many days, and the food left at the door had barely moved.

It is now a week after returning home from the hospital.

Although Krell said that he was okay, his actions were different.

He was erupting silently, and Leon could actually feel this feeling.

Useless people will be abandoned by this era, so Krell is afraid, he is afraid that he will become one of the abandoned members.

Leon sat in the empty living room alone, eating freshly prepared food in small bites.

He doesn't know when Krell's father will be able to untie the knot, it may be tomorrow, it may be a year later, or it may never be untie the knot.

Leon is a bad-spoken child, and he doesn't know how to let Crael's father resolve his grievances.

He can only put fresh food at the door of Krell's father on time every day, which is what he can do at present.

Because Uncle Jeffrey is very busy at work, he basically has no time to visit his father at home.

In the past few days, Leon has called Uncle Jeffery more than a dozen times, and Uncle Jeffery has been asking about the current situation of Crael's father during the call.

Leon told the truth about Creel's father's current situation.

Jeffery said helplessly: "Krell can only figure out this matter by himself. No one can help him."

And he told Leon: "Leon, take good care of yourself and don’t worry about your father. He hasn’t experienced anything for so many years. People who lick blood on the tip of a knife know their end. It’s just Cray. You didn't think clearly for a while."

Jeffrey's words are more realistic, and maybe Leon still doesn't understand them.

In the past few days, their mood is not very good, Jeffrey confessed a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Leon put down the phone calmly, he came to the study, this is Leon's paradise.

Leon used to be very poor. He didn't have the money to buy books, let alone learn knowledge.

Clever Leon is like a machine, he can repeat the content of the book once he has read it.

Leon seems to be making up for the vacancies in the previous years. He wants to be a great person, no matter what, he has to be top-notch.

Leon was fascinated by the sight, his nose moved slightly, sniffing.

What a strong smell of blood! ! !

Leon frowned slightly, why did the room smell so strong?

His heart beat fast, something bad happened.

Leon's sense of smell has always been very sensitive, and there seem to be invisible bloodshots floating in the air.

He stretched out his hand, trying to catch these "bloodshots."

The invisible "bloodshot" poured in from the door, Leon got up, he opened the door of the study and left.

After coming out of the study, the smell of blood became intense.

The intertwined "bloodshots" were entwined in the living room, and Leon wanted to sort out where these bloodshots came from.

Leon took a deep breath, closed his eyes and felt it in his heart.

In the darkness, a blood line was pulling Laon.