Early in the morning, Nagini woke up from her sleep. There were no adults at home, only two children.

    One is six and one is seven.

    One of them, Mia, who doesn''t know how to cook but is already the owner of a restaurant.

    Breakfast is simple, cereal + milk. If there is enough time, Nagini will consider a glass of juice.

    Interestingly, Nagini slept very late last night. He only slept for about two or three hours, but his mental state was very good. He even felt that his body was full of strength without the slightest sense of fatigue.

    Instead, Mia went to bed early, or Nagini woke up the other party. MIA is likely to be late.

    But anyway, on the first day when the family was no longer grown-ups, although it was not very comfortable, Nagini at least didn''t let little Laurie starve to death.

    Nagini has been very tangled about Owen. He doesn''t know how to tell MIA.

    At breakfast, Nagini tried to tell MIA about it several times, but looking at MIA with a slightly tired look, he couldn''t bear to tell each other the cruel fact.

    At 7:30 in the morning, the two took bus 304 to the school.

    Every morning when the sun rises, it is a new day. Nagini looked at the sun. He took a big breath, hoping it would bring him good luck.

    Can sunshine bring good luck?

    Nagini doesn''t know.

    But when he saw the man not far away, he frowned and a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes.

    Even if the other party wears suits and gold wire glasses, he still can''t hide the wild man''s breath on his body, just like a male lion suddenly appearing in the sheep. Even if he hides well, he can still see the other party at a glance in the crowd.

    Yes, that strong man like a wall is Wilson!

    For Wilson, Nagini''s mentality is complex.

    Wilson has unshirkable responsibility for the death of Owen and Mrs. Samantha.

    But this is not Wilson''s original intention. Nagini knows that the other party doesn''t want to see such an outcome like himself. Similarly, he also knows that Wilson suffered no less pain than himself at the moment of Mrs. Samantha''s death.

    Don''t forget that without Owen and Mrs. Samantha, Nagini, Toledo and Mia, unlike Wilson, he would have nothing without Mrs. Samantha.

    Maybe there will be Vanessa and Richard in Wilson in the future, but now is not the future.

    Seeing Mrs. Samantha die before her own eyes, no one knows Wilson''s pain.

    Seriously, Wilson can still stand here in such a thing. He is strong enough. Nagini can''t hate Wilson for this.

    But in any case, Wilson has unshirkable responsibility for the death of Owen and Mrs. Samantha.

    Nagini didn''t want to see Wilson. He believed that Wilson would also not want to see each other.

    Although Nagini didn''t know why the other party was here, Nagini was not ready to pay attention, but MIA on the side subconsciously said when she saw Wilson:

    "Brother Wilson, why are you here? Is Mrs. Samantha well? I''m still waiting for her to make me delicious finger cookies."

    As soon as the voice fell, the faces of Nagini and Wilson changed. Their expressions were almost rigid at the same time. Fortunately, Nagini patted MIA on the shoulder: "hurry to class, or you''ll be late later."

    Mia rolled her eyes. She stared at Nagini discontentedly: "don''t you have to have class, too?"

    Nagini shook his head. He pointed to his little head. "Sorry, I''m different from you."

    Mia opened her mouth. She seemed to want to refute, but she couldn''t find any reason to refute in the end. She could only stomp angrily: "well, my great genius, I hope you can guarantee your a + score in the final exam."

    Seeing mia, who was fooled away by herself in a few words, Nagini couldn''t help shaking his head. Then he turned and looked at Wilson. There was a stiff touch on his young face: "what are you doing here?"

    Staring at Nagini, Wilson raised his head, and his bloodshot tired eyes were a little more complicated: "twelve people died in Los Angeles yesterday, of which eleven bodies were found and one was missing."

    Nagini frowned and looked at Wilson with more questions: "what do you mean?"

    Wilson shook his head. He tried to show his kindness: "don''t be nervous. I''ve handled the body for you. There will never be a police discovery. Also, you''re welcome."

    Nagini was stunned and then hissed. His young face was a little more ruffian than his age: "I didn''t intend to thank you. What does this have to do with me? I''m just a six-year-old child. What are you doing with me?"

    Yes, he is only a six-year-old child.

    No one will believe that Nagini is a murderer. Even if he leaves evidence and all the clues point to himself, no police will believe such words.

    Because no one thinks a six-year-old can kill 15 people overnight. No, it''s 12.

    Wilson understood what Nagini meant, which was one of the main reasons why he came to Nagini today. He took a deep breath and looked sincerely: "do you want to make a deal?"

    Nagini''s eyes flashed puzzled: "what deal?"

    Wilson looked a little complicated. He looked at Nagini''s young face and flashed a serious look in his eyes: "I don''t know how you do it, but obviously your efficiency is very poor, and this kind of thing is too dangerous for you who are only six years old. If you mess around like this, someone will find out one day. I can help you."

    Nagini was stunned, and his subconscious eyebrows frowned.

    He frowned not because of Wilson''s words, but because of Wilson''s motives!

    He doesn''t care if he is found out, because no one will believe such nonsense.

    But the question is, why did Wilson come to him after knowing what he had done?

    In Nagini''s estimation, he and Wilson should have the same feelings for each other.

    Mrs. Samantha''s death will become an inseparable knot between the two. Although they are very familiar with each other, they may not meet for a lifetime.

    So he wondered why Wilson came to him? Even help yourself? He couldn''t help asking, "why?"

    Wilson smiled bitterly and shook his head. His face was full of complexity:

    "I don''t know. Maybe it''s because of guilt.

    I thought a lot last night,

    If Mrs. Samantha is still alive, I''m sure she doesn''t want you to do such a thing, but obviously I can''t stop you. And because of Mrs. Samantha, I can''t watch you take risks, so I can only choose to compromise in the end. "

    Nagini was stunned. He gradually understood Wilson''s idea.

    Obviously, the other party didn''t know his strength. Wilson guessed that he should have some special extraordinary abilities. But because of his deceptive appearance, Wilson subconsciously thought that Nagini, who had danced on the tip of the knife for a long time, would die on the tip of the knife one day.

    As he said, this kind of thing is too dangerous for Nagini, who is only six years old.

    He doesn''t want to contact each other like Nagini.

    But there was no way. Because of Mrs. Samantha, he couldn''t let Nagini die.

    Of course, Wilson did so partly because of his guilt for Nagini. After all, he promised Nagini not to bring Owen in, but he broke his promise in the end.

    After understanding Wilson''s idea, Nagini could not help but feel a little strange: "I''m curious what can you do for me? Tear a living man by hand? Or that rotten intelligence network?"

    It''s not that Nagini despises Wilson. If Wilson is twenty years later, or even ten years later, it can definitely provide Nagini with great help.

    But now Wilson?

    To put it awkwardly, he is a rookie like Nagini, and even he is not as good as Nagini. After all, he doesn''t have his deceptive appearance and olfactory tracking ability. Although in terms of power, the eight meter long Nagini may not be as powerful as Wilson, he has a deadly venom that Wilson doesn''t have!

    Wilson was stunned. He didn''t expect Nagini to respond like this, which made him have to defend: "I''m not as bad as you think, and my intelligence network is not bad. I know all the 12 people you killed last night."

    Nagini curled his lips and retorted with disdain: "sorry to interrupt, it''s fifteen."

    Wilson was stunned, then shook his head casually: "is there a difference?"

    Perhaps this figure is important to the police.

    But for people like Nagini and Wilson?

    Whether it''s 12 or 15, it doesn''t make any difference, especially when Nagini has tacitly accepted his help, the number is completely meaningless.

    Nagini also understood Wilson''s meaning. He was stunned and nodded: "it seems that there is really no difference?"

    Wilson had a smile on his face. He patted Nagini on the shoulder and pointed to the black Ferrari: "come on, I''ve invited you a week''s holiday."