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As a result, Nathan drove to Morehand's house by himself, and Peter couldn't guess right at all. Just when he thought his brother had rushed into the street and disappeared, Nathan was still leisurely driving to the house in his car. It kicked off (he was in his backyard at the time), turned on the sweet music and was ready to enjoy the ride.

Peter sent himself into Sera's "embrace" because he was too anxious about the focal length (although this description is not very accurate, but for Peter, no matter how you say it, it is still more ironic than flattering, in various senses ), but Nathan said he didn't know anything about it, and when he arrived at Morehand's house, everything was normal.

"I have called Peter, but there is no answer every time," Nathan took out his mobile phone again. He had been sitting at Morehand's house for a while, and it was strange that he actually said that The two paintings were shown to Morehand, instead of being thrown away and burned or splashed with thick black paint, "he refused."

Nathan Perry and Morehand in this world were not very familiar with each other, and they hardly met and talked, and now they had to get together to discuss this issue—once again about the future of New York, about Savior, it is obvious that Nathan came here as an elder brother instead of his younger brother (it was just to perfunctory Peter, he just hoped that his younger brother would be more pragmatic).

"Peter called me." Morehand was busy on the table next to him, as if making tea, "I didn't expect that he didn't come in person."

"It seems that you have something special to say to him?" At this time, Nathan's tone was not quite right (and there was a feeling of jealousy, I don't know if it was an illusion), "I can tell him."

"No, you misunderstood, Mr. Perry," Morehand smiled apologetically, but he was very calm, "It's just that he has something to tell me."

Nathan frowned. He wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyebrows, but when he raised his hand, the corner of the table hit the knuckles of his fingers, but this still didn't stop him from moving forward. He still insisted on raising his hand Lai rubbed his forehead, but when the bright color passed by his eyes, it was a bit blurry——Nathan immediately put his hand down and raised it to his eyes to observe, when his thumb lightly rubbed the knuckle of his index finger At that time, he found a small blood clot there, although it was not very large.

But Nathan was sure that there was no cut in his hand, and he couldn't feel the pain, so he immediately turned his eyes to Morehand, who was facing away from him. From his memory, he felt that Morehand didn't seem to be hurt either. , at least where the clothes are not blocking, not to mention who will hit the corner of the table, or is there any blood splashed under the corner of the table?It didn't look like red paint, which was odd.

"You don't look worried, that painting?" Nathan asked, looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

This sentence caught Morehand's attention, and his expression reminded him of being a little surprised by Nathan's question, but soon the black eyes returned to calm (he is a doctor, the son of a geneticist, a scholar): "Peter and Isaac have the same abilities, but Isaac cannot avoid the prophesied death—"

"Isaac died, when did it happen?" Nathan never heard Peter talk about it, so he asked.

At this time, Morehand finally realized that he had said the wrong thing. He was busy twisting the lid of the tea pot, and then brought the whole tray up to Nathan, and changed the subject: "Peter wants to tell me Besides his two paintings, he brought up Serra, which made me nervous, and every time Serra was mentioned...nothing good would happen, even if I didn't want to think about it at all."

"He didn't tell me."

"He certainly hasn't," said Morehand sincerely, without shrugging his shoulders to show a sense of defiance (but Nathan didn't like him, not knowing why), "have a drink, it tastes good."

After that, he stood up and walked away. Although Morehand didn't say where he was going, Nathan could tell from the direction he was going that he was going to the bedroom.

Nathan didn't pick up the teacup, not because he didn't like tea, but because he didn't want to drink the tea made by Morehand.He also stood up suddenly, maybe thinking of something, his eyes moved to the tightly closed kitchen door, for some reason Nathan always felt that something was wrong there, maybe it was the door next to the mosaic stained glass. The place on the ground was obscured by some light shadows - which should not have aroused suspicion.

"Mohand, what did you do?" Nathan had already stood up, and he half leaned his body and looked towards the bedroom, hoping to hear an answer.

"I'll be right back, Mr. Perry, I heard the sound of papers falling, I'll go right after I clean it up."

Was there really a sound just now?Nathan was suspicious. He felt that his hearing was fine, so he decided to go to the kitchen to have a look. He walked towards the kitchen with light steps, and turned the doorknob with a very careful movement, with a serious expression on his face. For some reason, this made him feel a little nervous.

Nathan opened a gap and swept in with one eye, but there was nothing. Just as he was about to close the door, the door opened a little because of his movement, but Nathan soon realized that something was blocking it. Door panels of stained mosaic glass.

What is that, it feels very heavy, but when Nathan tries to open the door, it doesn't make much friction against the ground, like something soft (Nathan doesn't know what it is, a glass behind a foggy glass) Sombra can’t judge anything at all).

When the gap in the door was about the size that Nathan could tuck his head in and look back, his eyes almost widened and his expression froze, as if he had seen a shocking secret.

Morhand was lying on the ground—he was still wearing home clothes, but he had a fruit knife stuck in his heart, and there was a big gash on his forehead. The blood no longer flowed out, but it didn't look like he was there. How long has he been lying here, but he must have passed away.

Nathan pulled his head back abruptly. Although his expression quickly returned to his calm look, he also understood where the blood stains under the corner of the table came from. When it started to work under it - the residue that wasn't all wiped off, but if that was Morehand, who was the person standing in front of him just now!

Peter must know everything about this drama. Of course, if he is given a chance, he doesn’t want to experience it himself, but simply asks Nathan to repeat it to him. When did Peter make the call, and who answered it? Yes—though Nathan didn't know that Peter had called Dr. Morehand before he entered the room, but if he did, it would all be strange and eerie when the two of them put together.Nathan wanted to pretend that he didn't know everything and sat back to the original place, but he saw Morehand who was coming and stopped not far from him.

"Who are you—" Nathan said calmly, the kitchen door was closed carefully by him, and the sound of the door lock bumping was not crisp, I don't know if he was afraid, but it was obvious that this man who had already achieved success in his father's business became steady and strong Many times over Peter.

"Morhand Shresh, as you can see."

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