[My English] Dream Catcher

In the outskirts of the city, a large piece of white paper was quickly drifting towards an abandoned wooden house. The white paper twirled and gathered into a thin figure. He rubbed his shoulders and dragged a child into the house.

The abandoned house is like a shipping container, with only one large room, which may have been a warehouse for storing sundries in the past, with messy tools and wood scattered on the floor.

The room is very dark, and the only light source is the small light bulb in the center of the room. There is a table under the light bulb. On the table is a mutilated corpse with several pipes inserted. The body of the corpse is covered with dark brown centipede-like distortions The stitching marks are very ugly.

After the enemy entered the house, he just threw Yan Chuan aside, pulled out a piece of scalp with bright red hair from his pocket, and stroked the face of the corpse intoxicated. This is his task now, to add new elements to his masterpiece. color!

As soon as Yan Chuan regained consciousness, he saw his familiar face. It was the first enemy he met in his previous life, the culprit who made himself fall into rumors because of his arrest, and this culprit was standing not far away. At the table next to him, he focused on sewing a piece of scalp to the head of a corpse.

It really is him... This pervert who has been at ease for so long actually dares to underestimate me, he will definitely kill you today!

Yan Chuan rubbed his wrists, sat up from the ground, and began to look at the house and think about the hunting plan. He touched the switchblade in his pocket and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't drop.

After confirming the plan, Yan Chuan bent one knee to block his hand holding the knife, covered his mouth with the other hand, and coughed a few times in an attempt to attract the attention of the enemy.

"Cough cough..."

Sure enough, the enemy heard it. He walked up to Yan Chuan and knelt down, patted his shoulder very kindly, and introduced himself with a smile, ignoring Yan Chuan's disgusted expression.

"Good evening, little friend, um...let me introduce myself first! I am Ori Paper Ran, the one who will kill you, because you said too much, little friend! Uncle is so sad, so I have decided! I'm going to pull out your tongue and add it to my work!"

The first is to shorten the distance...

"Am I wrong, you clown, it's really not easy to survive until now, you haven't finished your rubbish yet, doesn't your enemy feel blush? It's so inefficient!" Yan Chuan disdain He stared at him and continued to taunt.

"What do you know! This is art! Art is to be careful and take your time!"

Enraged by his words, Ori turned his right hand into a sharp paper knife, and his left hand turned into paper and pressed his arms and slashed hard on his left face. The bright red blood instantly soaked the white Paper, blood dripped down Yan Chuan's chin onto his body.

Unlucky, it happened to be on the arm... This bastard!

Ori relieved his anger and undid the paper. He shook off the blood on his hands, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it carefully, "That's right, a naughty brat like you doesn't understand art at all."

Then there is the elimination of vision!

Yan Chuan endured the pain without saying a word, retracted his legs and rubbed his body against the wall, as if in unbearable pain, opened the switchblade behind his back, and the blade popped out with a snap.

"Art? Jigsaw puzzles? Go to hell for you pervert!"

Yan Chuan drew a short knife from behind and slashed across Ori's chaotic eyes. Ori was startled by his knife. After realizing it, he covered his bleeding eyes and rolled back. Having lost his vision, he decisively melted his lower body, relying on The flying pieces of paper judge the direction for themselves.

Hooked.

"Where did you get the knife, you brat?" Ori commanded the paper to spin and rush towards the direction where Yan Chuan was.

"Oh, of course you carry it with you, you idiot, the cause of your death is your contempt for me, go to hell!"

Yan Chuan stood up and stretched out his left hand in the direction of Orei, and made another powerful explosion with the largest range, and the fierce flame instantly engulfed the enemy in front of him.

Ignoring the fact that you can't use your personality when you are injured, the biggest weakness of this idiot is that if you destroy all the pieces of paper in your body at the same time, you will receive real damage. This is the information he has mastered in his previous life.

Looking at the figure wrapped in flames, he heaved a sigh of relief, ignored the burning flames and ear-piercing screams, and went straight to the door of the house. He twisted it hard twice, but the door couldn't be opened.

trouble.

He scratched his neck irritably, picked up a shovel from the ground and smashed the glass of the window directly, humming and stepping on the window frame to climb over the window and leave the purgatory behind him.

The house surrounded by flames is like a huge bonfire with billowing smoke, which is particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Yan Chuan turned the blood-stained switchblade in his hand and proudly admired the scene in front of him for a while.

Humph, goodbye idiot, go to hell to rebuild aesthetics.

Someone was coming, Yan Chuan turned his head and saw a fiery man running towards him with some strangely dressed people, he couldn't help shivering.

Why is this guy here!Are you free?

"Little devil, where is your captor?"

No.2 hero Andewa, one of the most annoying heroes in Yan Chuan's previous life, a man who is like a fighting machine, after meeting, there is only hatred, every time Yan Chuan loses, he can only rely on the personality to retreat from the rear. A man who will fight back with all his strength if he is set as prey.

Die the trouble, die the trouble, die the trouble, why is this guy here!

Impatiently, Yan Chuan pointed to the burning house, and Andewa immediately ordered the local heroes to put out the fire, and sent someone to treat the wound on Yan Chuan's face.

During this period, Andeva had been secretly observing this child who had escaped from the enemy despite being a hostage. He always felt that he had a sense of disobedience that was inconsistent with his peers.

After the heroes extinguished the flames and reported the discovery of two charred bodies, Anduar frowned as he looked at Yan Chuan, who was exuding a pleasant aura.

This child has the potential to become an enemy, and it is more likely that he is the culprit who created this fire.

Afterwards, Yan Chuan was sent home by Andewa himself. On the way, he always felt that the second hero looked at him with terrifying eyes, so as soon as he entered the door, he rushed towards Yan Chuan's mother, pretending to be very scared, and was hugged by his mother .

"Thank you! Thank you very much, Andewa, this time! This kid in my family is very naughty, if he can be more obedient, he won't be taken away, ah, no! He must be taught a good lesson!" Yan Chuan's father shook his hand. Watching Andewa waving his hand non-stop, thanking the other party with tears streaming down his face, his taste changed as he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Katsuto Yan Chuan, who was surrounded by Yan Chuan's mother and Bakugo, and finally sighed Take a breath.

I don't know if this kid will listen to me...

"It's okay, this is my task. There is something important I want to talk to you about. Can others avoid it?" Andewa withdrew his hand and pointed to the other three people.

Seeing his solemn attitude, Yan Chuan's father seriously sent the family upstairs. The two men were sitting on the sofa, and Yan Chuan's father rubbed his fingers nervously.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm old friends now, so I won't keep it secret. When I arrived at the enemy's hiding place, your son had already escaped from it. The enemy was also controlled in the house and burned to death. Although the outsiders don't know the enemy's identity yet The cause of death, but I suspect that he did it alone, from his performance and demeanor at the scene, I am sure that he has the potential to become an enemy!"

enemy?

"This... can't be." Yan Chuan's father couldn't help but look back at the location of Yan Chuan's room upstairs, and clenched his fists hesitantly.

What they said last night and today's arrest... Did that brat... do it on purpose?

"I'm sure! If he doesn't become a hero, he will definitely go the way of the enemy, and he will grow into a top-level difficult guy." Andeva patted him on the shoulder, "As an old friend, I can only remind you So much, it’s still too late to fix it! If you can’t make up your mind, you can send him to me, and I will definitely train him to be a powerful hero.”

"No, no...Thank you, Andeva, I've missed him for so long, and I want to pull him back from the crooked path myself."

Yan Chuan's father propped his elbows on his knees, covered his face with his hands as if he was confessing, the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

"If you have any difficulties, you can come to me."

Andrew got up to leave.

"Well, wait, I'll get you something."

Yanchuan's father suddenly called him to stop, and took a box of chocolates that Yanchuan made last night from his refrigerator, and he handed it to Andewa and said proudly.

"This is chocolate made by my child. Don't you have a son? Take it home and feed it to your child. Although my kid's personality is so bad that it makes one's hands itch, his cooking skills are first-class."

"Oh, then I'm leaving." Andeva took the chocolate and raised his eyebrows, removing his personality.

Is this idiot showing off to me...

Yanchuan's father sent Andewa outside the door, waved to Andewa, and watched him get in the car and leave.

This is the judgment of an experienced old friend, he will not ignore it, and he himself has the heart to train his son to be a hero.

In Yanchuan Shengren's room on the second floor, Baohao kept asking Yanchuan what happened. Yanchuan put gauze on his face and concentrated on stuffing biscuits into his mouth, completely ignoring Baohao's question.

"Tomorrow you'll find out."

Sure enough, the headline of the news the next day was the news that the kidnapper who had fled for many years was wiped out by the No.

Hmph, although I don't know what these heroes think, but they really helped me a lot.

Yan Chuan put down the remote control, opened the refrigerator to take out the chocolate he made the night before, and tasted it, but when he opened it, he found that there was only a small half of it left, and the intersection happily jumped onto his forehead.

"Which bastard stole my chocolate!!"

Bakugo lay on the sofa gloating and asked, "Hey! How dare someone eat the chocolate you made?"

"I don't know!" Yan Chuan forcefully closed the refrigerator door, and sat back on the sofa angrily, crossing Erlang's legs with his arms crossed and shaking his legs quickly, exuding an anxious breath.

If you let me know who it is, he will be dead!How dare you touch my things!What a guts!

Yan Chuan's father ran downstairs quickly when he heard the voice, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"I took that chocolate hahaha...Andewa sent you back yesterday, didn't he? I heard that he also has a child, so I took some as a gift for him hahaha..."

"Pfft!" Bao Hao lay on the sofa covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking rapidly.

Oh, it's that idiot again.

Yan Chuan turned his head and showed a harmless smile to Yan Chuan's father, "Really? Then there is no other way, I will give all the leftover chocolates to my father!"

My son is calling me daddy! ! !

"Son!!! I will definitely finish eating!! I promise!!" Yan Chuan's father rushed up excitedly to give Yan Chuan a hug, but Yan Chuan pointed his palm at the head with sparks, and he quickly He stopped and looked at Yan Chuan resentfully.

"Don't push yourself too hard, old man, remember what you said, eat all of it." Yan Chuan took Bao Hao, who was crying from laughter, upstairs to his room.

Stinky... smelly old man?Forget it, let's try the chocolate made by my son himself!

Yan Chuan's father excitedly opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of chocolate and happily bit it down, the mellow chocolate rushed into the nostrils instantly with the spicy taste of the sandwich.

Uh-huh!Still sandwiched!My son is so creative!This is the sandwich... this taste...

Yanchuan's father crushed a piece of chocolate tremblingly against his head flushed red by the spicy taste. The light green sandwich was particularly conspicuous under the dark chocolate wrapping, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

It really is a mustard sandwich! !Andrew, I'm sorry for you! ! !

"Ah!" Andva sneezed when he got home and gave chocolates to his youngest son.

I just have a cold? !

The author has something to say: √

Today's Yan Chuan's father was also physically and mentally exhausted by Xiong's son.

Tsk, I can catch bugs every day I re-swipe, hopeless

□□It was harmonized? ?