Superman's Journey

Chapter 72 Fuck?what is that?
The one-night discussion made Angela limp and weak, and she couldn't even get up to make breakfast for Emma, ​​but fortunately, the sensible Emma could prepare breakfast for herself without her care.

At the dining table, Emma calmly ate the breakfast she had prepared. After clearing the table, she got up again and came to Angela's door. After a moment of silence, she reached out and knocked on Angela's door.

dong dong dong-

The clear voice came, unable to make the sleeping Angela respond, but Lincoln got up and put on his clothes.

With a squeak, the door opened, and in Emma's eyes with hidden resentment, Lincoln stood in front of her like a wall, separating her from the door: "What's the matter with you? Your My aunt is very sleepy, maybe you can talk to me."

Emma looked up at Lincoln, eyes full of coldness: "This is my home, get out of here!"

"Impossible!" Lincoln closed the door, looked down at Emma, ​​picked her up and took her downstairs: "You don't know how good your aunt's skills are, chatting with her is simply enjoyable! "

The absolute advantage brought by Lincoln's body suppressed Emma from making any other actions, and she could only be thrown onto the sofa on the first floor by Lincoln: "I will tell my aunt!"

Lincoln looked at her with a perverted look that fit Emma's impression, and then said grimly, "Although you look pretty good, you're a little too tender. I'm going to wait for you to grow up before I start."

"I think you might be able to sue me directly with other, more serious crimes? What do you think?"

Emma:? ? ?
Lincoln's answer was beyond Emma's expectations.

Not only did he not panic or defend, but he showed a very high level of abnormality.

This made Emma's emotions a little incoherent, but after a few breaths of silence, she finally came back to her senses, and when she opened her mouth, she screamed: "Help!"

Shouting, she got up from the sofa and ran for the stairs.

The little leather shoes made a thumping sound when they stepped on the floor, and the high-decibel scream echoed in the room, but there was no movement from upstairs, as if Angela didn't hear Emma's scream at all.

Seeing that Emma was about to run towards the stairs, Lincoln casually grabbed Emma by the collar like a doll and walked into the study.

The door was closed with a bang, and Lincoln drew the curtains. In the dark environment, he looked at Emma silently, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Emma, ​​you don't want your murder to be discovered by the police either. "

Emma:? ? ?
Emma, ​​who is still young, has not yet learned the classic words of the country on the other side of the ocean, but this does not prevent her from understanding the meaning of Lincoln's words.

In an instant, her face darkened, she no longer looked like a child, but a cold executioner: "What are you talking about?!"

"The little boy who took your medal, the nanny who died in the fire, the teacher who was stung by bees, and the father who was killed by the police."

Lincoln stopped and looked at Emma, ​​who was no longer calm, with a smile on his face: "Cute little Emma, ​​you don't want your murder to be exposed, do you?"

The secrets one after another were revealed lightly by Lincoln, and Emma's state of mind is no longer what it used to be.

She was short of breath, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Lincoln, and she couldn't help but glance at the sharp pen on the table.

But at the next moment, Lincoln's face approached fiercely, like a ghost that suddenly flashed in front of her, which made Emma tremble: "Are you trying to kill me? At the risk of being exposed? Tsk tsk tsk, maybe I should explain to you what a scheduled email is."

"You!" After understanding Lincoln's meaning, Emma clenched her teeth angrily: "What are you going to do!"

"I want you to be obedient." Lincoln rubbed Emma's head, messing up her carefully groomed hair in the morning, and said, "Be a good nine-year-old baby, at least this way you won't be Send it to the juvenile prison."

"A beautiful little girl like you, if you are locked up in a juvenile detention center, it will be hard, right? Maybe they will shave your hair, cut your face, and take off your clothes. That's really miserable! "

Lincoln didn't know what the juvenile detention centers in the United States looked like, but don't worry, because Emma didn't know either, so the threat in his words was completely full in Emma's ears.

A "similar person" who knew everything about her and even retained evidence of her murder suddenly intervened in her life. Emma's mood at this time was extremely bad.

She wished she could bite Lincoln to death, but not now, at least not before she was sure that she would not be caught.

Therefore, even though she was filled with resentment, she could only stare at Lincoln and curse impotently: "You devil! I curse you to hell!"

"Devil? I can't remember how many times you say that about me." Lincoln plucked his ears indifferently, his face full of indifference: "Although it's superfluous, I think the devil is still a little witch compared to me Seeing the great witch, you should probably think of some more unique curses."

With that said, he got up again, opened the door of the study and walked out, and at the end he did not forget to give Emma a word of advice.

"Today's lunch is troublesome for you to prepare by yourself. Angela is good at technology. I plan to spend half a day continuing to discuss life with her. By the way, does your aunt wear gloves when cooking? Or, she will give you good morning after getting up Kiss?"

Leaving Emma sluggish, Lincoln slammed the study door shut: "3, 2, 1."

what! ! !
The expected scream sounded in the study, and Lincoln immediately showed an expression of "I'm comfortable" on his face, humming a pleasant little tune and walking towards Angela's room.

Lincoln can guarantee that Emma will definitely solve the lunch at noon today, instead of bothering Angela, and maybe add another dinner.

In addition, the future good morning kisses and good night kisses will be canceled directly. Emma may be disgusted for a long time, which is very happy.

Lincoln is not only very good at resolving hostage crises, but also has a deep say in things like being a pervert.

Talk to her aunt at night, threaten Emma with classic island sentences, and finally disgust her with words.

Anyone with a little bottom line and integrity can't do this kind of thing, but Lincoln, who became an ancestor, did it without pressure.

Emma, ​​a precocious child, killed four people including her own father at the age of nine. Compared to this, what Lincoln did is trivial.

(End of this chapter)