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Is it? "

"Of course not!" Yanlang hurriedly argued, but then lost his confidence: "...well, I...I threw him against the wall."

James rushed over quickly, he lifted him up, and then punched him in the face, Flame Wolf flew out and fell to the ground, he got up with a hum, James rushed up again.

"Stop hitting!" Wind Wolf hurriedly stopped James when he saw that he wanted to punch him. James had to stop, and Flame Wolf looked down at the table.

"Where did you get that photo from?" Ice Wolf looked at Yan Lang and asked, ignoring James' hostile gaze, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

"A hacker got into James' computer," Yanlang said, "this one—Little James was playing a game, obviously the hacker knew him, so I intercepted him, and then touched his computer. The photo was found on his computer."

"Do you know what he said?" Wind Wolf asked, "You should have copied the record, right?"

"Well," Yanlang said, his face was burning with pain, "Here it is," he opened the notebook to show them, "this is the record of what they said."

Everyone leaned over to take a look, and James frowned and asked, "Where's the IP address? I want it to be accurate."

"In Guilin, Guangxi." Yanlang said quickly, he pressed enter, a map was displayed on the screen, and then he entered the IP, a red dot appeared on the map immediately, "This—" Yanlang tapped the screen, and the map immediately enlarged, "It's in an Internet cafe." He said.

"What position?"

"Over there on Sanqing Road," Fenglang said, James glanced at him, "I've been there, it's near the train station, it's a big Internet cafe, on the second floor."

"Flame Wolf." James turned around and called his name, and Flame Wolf immediately responded: "It will be completed in three hours."

After he finished speaking, he walked out, and the wind wolf walked aside to look at the hyena. James immediately turned his gaze to the one who was still sitting on the sofa and didn't know what to say...

"Cough cough..."

The ice wolf ignored him, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, I moved in his arms, and the ice wolf patted my head lightly.

"Cough-cough-"

Thirty minutes after the news was broadcast on the TV, Ice Wolf gradually increased the volume of the TV, and gently grabbed my hair with one hand.

"Cough cough!"

James stared at him fiercely, and the ice wolf turned his head with a funny expression.

"What's the matter?" he asked.James took a few quick steps back and forth, and then he said to the ice wolf, "You should put that guy down, to be honest—you two don't know each other well."

Ice Wolf didn't want to joke with James anymore, he stood up and put me on the sofa, and then he glanced at James: "Don't leave him alone in the future, especially when you don't fully understand him. He is Personal, but also a child, who—"

"Don't lecture me, okay?" James interrupted.

"Even if you beat me up today, I will tell you," said Ice Wolf, "he is different from us. When we were at his age, we were taught how to trust others, and where the danger lies. Exists, but he doesn't! James, he doesn't! He acts on instinct, which means he rejects anyone, and that's why he's so calm.

He's timid, but he's brave, much braver than any of us.He's also very sensitive, so - in the future when you want to get mad at him better use proper words, yelling won't solve anything, it will alienate the guy besides damaging your vocal cords , because he doesn't know what you are losing your temper with, he doesn't know what he did wrong! "

The ice wolf's eyes were a little menacing, but James still looked at him, and the wind wolf walked over and saw the two of them like this, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Eh-that-that-the hyena woke up, and he told you to go over." The wind wolf said while rubbing his head.

James took the opportunity to look away, he nodded, and the ice wolf walked over with him.

The coyote lay in the guest room off to the side, which used to be where James worked out.

"How does it feel?" James asked sitting on the edge of the bed, and the coyote showed him two rows of very white teeth. "It couldn't be better." The coyote smiled.

"How did you get hurt?" Ice Wolf went straight to the point, and James gave him a blank look.

"There was a man, I didn't see it clearly," said the coyote, "he came in through the ventilation duct, and I was trying to open the refrigerator, and the man threw the snake, and then he dropped a corpse. "

"Then how did you get hurt?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Coyote said and wanted to sit up, but Wind Wolf hurriedly held him down, "When the snake climbed up my shoulder, I found a wound on my back, I didn't know the wound How it came about, it seemed to come together all at once."

James nodded, "Take a break first," he said, "You can't leave this house for a few days."

Coyote smiled, and then he said to Windwolf, "That's why I hate getting hurt."

The wind wolf patted him on the shoulder, and then the three of them walked out. When they reached the door, the ice wolf seemed to have thought of something again, and he stopped.

"Can you remember what was on that man?" he asked, turning around. "Anything."

The coyote frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly he thought of something.

"There is something," he said, but he was a little uncertain: "Looks like a cross, golden, I saw that thing hanging there when he came out of the vent."

"You mean it's still there?" James asked, and the coyote nodded uncertainly: "Probably, I'm not sure—"

James ran to the kitchen before he finished speaking. When he came to the vent and looked up, he saw a cross hanging on a nail. James took it off and observed it carefully.

This cross is all gold, there is no full-length image of Jesus on it, and it is covered with fine patterns. If I hadn't slept at the time, I would have recognized it at a glance, because I also have one, and the priest once said its name —Golden evening.

As the sun and the moon alternate, this residential area on the outskirts of the city ushered in a light breeze and drizzle last night. This rain is still falling. It washes away the fatigue from the day before, and also washes away the dust mixed in the air.

James opened his eyes at seven o'clock in the morning and found that he had been covered with a quilt for some time. He was puzzled for a while, and then he was annoyed to think that the temperature of the air conditioner had been very low.He hurriedly got up and put on his clothes, but saw the man lying on the ground again.

"Get up," he walked over and patted his shoulder lightly, then hugged her back on the bed.I rubbed my eyes, completely woken up by him.

"You're rolling on the floor again," he said with a smile, and brought the clothes aside.

I nodded awkwardly, but after getting dressed, I didn't know how to talk to him. He stared into my eyes with a smile on his face. The sound of ticking came from the clock on the wall, and the morning Rain was beating on one of the windows. "Morning." I said, looking away.

He patted me on the head and walked downstairs.Yanlang stretched downstairs, I dare not look at him until now, he kept saying sorry to me last night, but for some reason, I always feel that he has an ax in his hand.

James asked me what happened last night after I woke up and I didn't tell him because I didn't think it was necessary.When he took those photos out, I hid aside, not even daring to look at the back.

"Morning~!"

Yanlang said hello downstairs, I responded in a panic, then retracted my right foot that was already on the steps and walked back, and he ran over.

"I'm really sorry yesterday," he said, "I didn't mean to throw you."

"It's okay—" I looked at the floor, "it's okay—I—it's just some bad memories, it'll be fine in a while, it's okay—"

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes, I nodded, and he came up and pulled me downstairs, "Then don't hide from me," he said, "I won't be able to throw you again. "

I laughed a few times, Ice Wolf was reading the newspaper on the sofa, he turned his head and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Of course not," I said with a shrug. He patted the sofa and motioned me to sit there, but I pretended not to see him and went to the table and sat down.

He put down the newspaper and came over.

"How the hell is memory?" he said, pulling out his chair. "You've got to say it, or you'll keep thinking about it, and it'll drive you nuts, and—"

"uh-huh!"

James stood by the sofa with a straight face and looked at the ice wolf.

The ice wolf took one look at him, then ignored him. "And you're going to say it someday," he continued, as James walked over. "...Whether those memories are good or bad, you always need someone to listen to you. If you dare not talk to others, you--" "I think he has the ability to decide who he should tell, Ice Wolf "James interrupted, and he pulled the ice wolf up rudely, "If you feel that you have nothing to do now, you can pick up the lawn mower in the backyard and help me mow the lawn."

"Don't be so childish, James!" Ice Wolf shook off him and grabbed his hand, "Fear and dread won't solve any problems. If you won't ask, then please get out of the way."

"I hit someone, okay?" I said, standing up, and they both turned to look at me, "You guys should work on your acting, like Hatcher," I said, "I hit someone