Los Angeles, angel orphanage in the hot summer wind.

    The six-year-old Nagini Tang''s fingers pounded frantically on the table. His face was anxious and his eyebrows were agitated. He had come to the angel orphanage half an hour ago and was about to kill the last trace of patience in his heart.

    Under normal circumstances, the guy named hunter who Wilson contacted for himself should have contacted him long ago, but the phone didn''t ring for a long time, which made Nagini''s heart more and more heavy and worried.

    The afternoon sun shone on Nagini, and his young face changed.

    He tried to call Wilson several times, but he was finally restrained.

    When I called earlier, I learned from Wilson that the other party was going to the airport to pick up the plane, and estimated the time. If everything goes well, Mrs. Samantha should be on the operating table now, and Wilson should be as anxious as himself.

    Don''t go too far. If Wilson can help himself, Nagini is already very satisfied. He doesn''t want to bother Wilson at this time.

    "Jingling ~ ~"

    The phone rang. Almost at the same moment, Nagini answered the phone: "Hello, is that Hunter? How''s Owen? Has he been suspended?"

    A series of questions came out of my mouth like a machine gun.

    But there was a moment of silence, and a familiar voice came: "Nagini, this is Wilson."

    Nagini was stunned. He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "it''s Wilson. How''s Mrs. Samantha? Is the operation going well? When the matter here is solved, I''ll go to see Mrs. Samantha and tell her not to worry."

    But what made his heart sink was that Wilson across the phone did not continue to speak, but remained silent for a long time.

    This made Nagini''s face change, and a bad idea could not help but emerge in his heart. He squeezed out a dry smile on his face: "Wilson, don''t make trouble, tell me, what you''re going to say next is not bad news."

    At the other end of the phone, Wilson held the steering wheel tightly and twisted the steering wheel with terrible force. He bit his lower lip and almost broke his lips:

    "Sorry, Owen died on the last lap of the track. Hunter didn''t have time to stop him. A guy named Kenny rushed out of the inside at the last corner and hit Owen''s bumper."

    Nagini was silent. He had a bad feeling when he knew that Owen appeared in the professional refitting car competition. The Murphy effect is like this. The less you want to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

    As he thought, fate bichi never gave up on himself. This time, bichi succeeded. He took his close relatives away from him. The result made him heartache and unable to breathe.

    Nagini closed his eyes. He was silent for a long time and insisted not to let his mood get out of control: "I''ll deal with this matter. Where''s Mrs. Samantha? Tell me she''s okay. Didn''t you hire the best doctor? She must be cured?"

    Owen''s death was fatal to nangintang.

    The blow had overwhelmed his heart, and he was eager for Wilson to bring good news into his broken heart.

    But to Nagini''s great despair, Wilson was silent for a long time: "she died and the doctor didn''t come. She died in an explosion when I left."

    "Bang Dang!"

    The phone slipped from his hand. Nagini stood in place like a clay sculpture. The bright sunshine sprinkled on him. Nagini couldn''t feel the slightest warmth.

    Mrs. Samantha died and Owen died. A strange emotion gradually broke out of the broken heart, as if the world no longer had attachment, and even felt that it was good to destroy the world and pull everyone to die together.

    "Click!"

    The door was opened. Wilson, strong like a wall, appeared in front of the angel orphanage. He was bandaged and looked less energetic than a few days ago. At the moment, he was filled with the smell of decadence. He stood there like a useless fat old dog.

    Looking at Nagini standing in front of the telephone, standing there like a statue.

    Somehow, he felt that there was a terrible smell on Nagini at the moment.

    Different from their own black and evil, it is pure destruction and destruction.

    If it had been before, Wilson would have said something, but now he looked at Nagini and kept silent for a long time. Many words choked in his throat. Finally, there was only a pale apology: "Nagini, I''m sorry."

    He twisted his neck rigidly and crossed Nagini''s forehead in the sun, half dark and half bright. The strange tone made Nagini a little more strange and twisted at the moment.

    He was silent for a moment. He forced a look on his face and sent out a hoarse voice from his throat that was not like human beings: "it should not be an accident? It''s a coincidence that Mrs. Samantha and Owen died today."

    Nagini wanted Wilson to say the answer he wanted to hear.

    Because this can push everything to the fate of the damn bichi, not his and their stupidity.

    Although this idea is selfish, Nagini really feels that her heart can''t bear it because it''s too painful.

    But Wilson opened his mouth. He was silent for a long time. He didn''t want to tell Nagini the truth. The other party''s state made him very upset. Wilson was afraid of Nagini''s impulsive things. But looking at the dim eyes of the past, he finally sighed:

    "I have no evidence, but I''m 90% sure it''s not an accident, Nagini. I''m sorry."

    Nagini smiled. With a bloodless face and a bit of weakness, he raised his young arm. Nagini pointed to the outer door with a tragic smile: "get out."

    It was very calm, but it seemed to drain Nagini''s strength.

    Wilson pursed his lips. He looked at Nagini''s face. Guilt and worry flashed in his eyes: "I''m right outside the door. If you need anything, you can call..."

    Before the words fell, Nagini''s young body roared hysterically. He shouted madly:

    "Go away! I''ll let you go!"

    Sharp and even harsh voice, with madness and supplication

    The pupil contracted, and the black pupil turned into a dark golden indifferent light at this moment. The whites of the eyes were full of blood, like blood colored snakes winding in their eyes.

    His tender face conveys a twisted and strange emotion. At the moment, Nagini is filled with an uneasy breath. His trembling body and something under his skin seem to be wriggling. It seems that he will break through the earth in the next second!

    Wilson took a step back and felt a dangerous, deadly threat in Nagini.

    And he was absolutely sure that the threat was not sent by the other party unconsciously, but that Nagini really wanted to kill himself, and the other party was also able to kill himself, but the other party didn''t do it.

    The trembling body is not activating the disturbing power in the body, but suppressing this power to prevent the emotion from getting out of control and killing itself.

    Wilson backed out and closed the door.

    At the moment he closed the door, Nagini released himself. He let out an unprecedented hiss with sadness, anger and uncontrollable sadness.

    The surrounding animals seem to sense something.

    A mouse escaped madly from the dark sewer, the beautiful cardinal flapped its wings desperately, and a domestic cat and dog gave out a restless wail.

    In the sun, a pure black snake, with its neck tilted back, hissed bitterly.

    He wanted to cry, but the snake had no lacrimal glands, so even if he was sad, he couldn''t shed a tear.

    Wilson sat at the door. He felt the creepy breath and hiss behind him, and silently lit a cigarette.

    As time passed, the sky gradually darkened, and the disturbing atmosphere gradually converged in the angel orphanage.

    After a long time, the silent Nagini came out. He looked at the strong man at the door: "I''m going back. Don''t tell MIA about it. If you can, let Toledo come back later."

    Wilson stood up. The bandage on his body was stained with blood. Wilson was injured by the previous explosion. He should have been treated comprehensively, but he simply bandaged it and came back.

    He looked at Nagini with guilt flashing in his eyes: "Nagini, I''m really sorry."

    Nagini shook his head. He raised his head with indifference on his young face: "call me Nagini don, we don''t know each other."

    Wilson smiled bitterly. He understood what Nagini meant. He screwed it up:

    "Well, nangintang, what are you going to do? Don''t be impulsive. They are all murderous executioners. Will you leave it to me? I promise I will give you a satisfactory answer."

    Nagini stopped, and his pupils were a touch of indifferent dark gold: "Wilson, I made a mistake, I won''t make a second mistake."

    Wilson screwed up?

    no Nagini knew very well that if he had killed the man that day, everything would not have happened.

    A gust of wind blew, and under the swinging chandelier, Nagini''s shadow twisted and strange, like a disturbing poisonous snake.