I’m Not Shouldering This Blame

The other side of the ocean.

The clock ticking away, the quiet night, the smoke of the cigars in the room, the ashtray of the bone china was lightly glimpsed, and the white inside had a few gray marks.

The fingers of the cigar are slender, and the skin is somewhat slack and pale.

On the middle finger, there is a large opal ring with a delicate bottom. The soft light that penetrates through the gap of the curtain makes this golden emerald show a narrow and bright reflection in the darkness, and the cold beauty.

The man's face was hidden in the dark night, the coat was hung on the coat rack of the room, only wearing a silky gray shirt, one hand on the armrest of the sofa, the red light of the cigar was looming.

He sent the cigar to his mouth, and the door was gently slammed.

"Come in." Italian.

The voice of a man is hoarse and full of magnetism. It is like a devil's confusing whisper. Every syllable looks very beautiful. From the sound, he can hear that he is no longer young, and does not reduce his charm. Instead, he makes the voice more unclear. The confusing tone makes people can't help thinking about the true meaning of his words.

The door was pushed open, just as the light flowed into this dark corner.

The incoming people did not dare to carry them. They bent and slammed and said: "Those strange readers are dead. We have found a person who has lost memories. He said that he did not know what happened after November last year. Everything, Mr. Morensa, do you need to talk to him personally?"

The man waved his hand and he did not speak.

A black shirtguard in a suit standing in the doorway wearing sunglasses, holding a headset and listening to a few words. Then the bodyguard walked into the room and whispered, "The man is already awake."

The cigar was heavily smashed into the ashtray and the fire was extinguished.

The man opened the drawer in front of the table and found a black semi-automatic hand gun from inside.

There was a bullet in the gun, and the slender fingers put the safety gear on the s, and then stuffed it into the holster of the waist.

Mr. Morensa’s nephew, who was taken home from the hospital two weeks ago, was separated from the smoking room by a single floor. Wolf Morensa swiftly checked the hand. The gun was safe. Carrying it in the house, and after Wolfe heard the news, the change of sentiment changed the people waiting at the door.

- Is this East Coast godfather, intending to kill his nephew?

Federico Morenza is a versatile person who was rescued from the Mexican border by the loyalty of Wolff. This incident involves a teenager named "Johnson Brown" who was secretly pursued by the US government. However, now that the boy has disappeared, Federek suddenly "deteriorated" ten days ago, and once died, this time coincides with the violent time of the reader, even though Wolf Morensa banned everyone from talking. In this matter, everyone still has their own guesses.

The existence of the book readers, their origins, their end is not a secret here. Combined with the relevant situation, everyone began to suspect that the American music singer was also "occupied" the body, this is a big deal!

"Mr. Morensa, please calm down!" Outside of Federico's room, the private doctor of the Morensa family took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The patient just woke up and it's easy to confirm identity..."

Wolf didn't feel like listening to him, signaling the bodyguard to open the door.

Federek was lying on the bed. He found that his wrists and his legs had binding straps. Usually, this kind of thing was to prevent the patient from aggravating the injury. Of course, psychiatric hospitals are often used, and Federico can't remember what happened to him. How could he use these things?

The nurse kept silent and refused to talk to him, and Federico vaguely felt what had happened. Here is his uncle's mansion, the room decoration is familiar, and the medical staff has no face...

Wolfe appeared in front of the door and Federico breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it was not his uncle's accident, he was imprisoned and assassinated by the enemy. The trouble is limited.

"My dear child, how are you feeling today?" Wolff was a handsome Italian man. The high-cut suit was tailored and fitted with a hint of chestnut hair. He bowed his head and kissed Federico's forehead. The movement is soft and there is no difference with an elder.

Federico smelled the faint scent of Wolf's high-grade cigar, and the tight nerves slowly relaxed.

"...in truth, it's not very good." Federek pulled his arm and gestured to the instigation strap.

"Do you still have an impression of what happened twelve days ago?"

Wolf sat down in front of the bed, his attitude was very gentle, but looking at his face, listening to his voice, people's thinking will always be carried away involuntarily.

Even if you wake up, after being grasped by Wolf's hand, you will see the scars under the shirt cuffs, and the regular distribution of the scorpions on your fingers. It is difficult to break free, especially in Wall. Under the gaze of the husband, even the breathing will become rushed, and the guilty person will sweat on the spot and tremble.

Federico was not afraid, and the intuition told him that the question was in this question.

His injury is not serious. After being escorted back to the United States by Wolff, he got better treatment and examination. The sequela of forced detoxification is the most concerned. How does Federico explain the problem of Johnson to his uncle? If the result is not said the last sentence, he will suddenly -

Federek turned pale.

The kind of violent headache, as if the soul had to be pulled away from the body, the pain fainted in the past, and after waking up, the selective forgetting of this kind of injury, until I remembered the memory carefully.

"I was attacked?" Federek asked indefinitely.

Wolff saw his every move in his eyes.

"Almost."

"Who?" Federico did not remember the classification of the spirits in the original book. However, the sorcerer and the devourer could use the mushroom to run to the United States. Federek had not fully believed the original.

"The danger has passed."

To the surprise of doctors and bodyguards, Wolff has the meaning of letting Federek cover up the truth.

"No, this is a very serious matter. The abilities can attack ordinary people in the real world. This time it is me. Next time, it may be an uncle. The average person can't compete against the abilities."

Federek watched Wolfe untie the strap and he was anxious.

"There are no abilities anymore." Wolf stood up and casually put his hand on his waist.

Everyone followed the breath, lest Wolfe take the next action. The gun, simply open the insurance, and end a life in three seconds.

They know that the readers have caused some people's anomalies. They know that the book readers occupy some people's bodies, and that the bodies that are borrowed are violent, while the living people lose a memory. Federico has no signs of amnesia, but he and the readers have the same symptoms. In fact, Federico is such a superstar, suddenly a teenager without a guardian, fled to the Mexican border, and was forced to become addicted to drugs. I want to be surprised.

This person is not Federico Morenza, they have their own opinions.

However -

The real Federico Morenza, the child who died at the age of seven, is not the same as the "Federer" that they have identified in his mind. This foolish account is only clear to Wolf.

Wolfe was in a complicated mood. Before pushing the door open, he thought about what to do if he had a Federek with an adult body and an IQ memory at the age of seven.

- That is his real nephew, the real relatives, although the child has not seen a few faces, saying that feelings are even more difficult to talk about, the truth can not be denied.

Wolfe heard that the readers had been violently dying, and only for a minute for Federico's life. Soon it fell into bigger doubts.

Is Federico not with those people?

Or "Federico" has left, and there are new people occupying the body of his nephew?

Before Federico woke up, everything was unknown until the door opened.

At this moment, Wolf, who stood in front of the bed, already had the answer. No one could pretend to be "Federico" in front of his eyes and not be discovered by him.

His nephew, the seven-year-old child, is really dead... Even if he held the body and confirmed that the child stopped breathing, Wolff could still control the imagination under the influence of the world’s magical events. That kind of possibility.

There was no such possibility, and no worse situation was found. Federek was still "Federico". Wolfe did not look the same, but his feelings were very complicated.

He looked at Federico, imagining the appearance of the child, and felt that it was not the appearance of Federek, different people, different encounters, even the same body, the final temperament will be different.

Wolf knows a lot of things about Federico, not what Federek said, but what he guessed.

——Before becoming his nephew, this person is a singer who is always looking forward to the Grammy Awards. He is very familiar with the music scene and knows nothing about the upper class. He pays attention to checking the body and will take care of others. He knows who can What kind of relief is received, these characteristics are summed up, and it is not a secret that Federico’s previous life was in Wolf.

"Let's recuperate, don't think too much, the abandonment of the world has disappeared." Wolf turned and prepared to leave the room.

Federico was shocked.

The original timeline has gone by one tenth, and this is gone?

He subconsciously remembered Johnson and found that this is no longer the secret weapon of the US Abilities Bureau. It is not necessary to be trained, not involved in so many battles, and political interests.

"No, Johnson was taken away by the mushroom!"

"..."

Wolf's face turned from sunny to cloudy, and he didn't have a good impression on the troubled little devil. He even collapsed with Johnson. Federico almost lost his life because of Johnson. Even if he didn't die, the drug addiction was so good.

Short-cut, not reasonable, this attribute is probably the common problem of the godfather of the underworld.

"The little devil is in China, the news from the government, they have submitted a repatriation application to China." Wolfe said with a gloomy face, "China will not agree before the abandonment of the world, and it is difficult to say now."

Those who lose their abilities are not worth a dollar.

All countries are stepping up their recovery. Aircraft fuel is also an important item, not to mention the long voyage of flying over the Pacific. If China refuses to dispatch aircraft, the United States will not be willing to do so. It is not a question of repatriation. Johnson can only stay in China.

Federk sighed at the thought of this.

"Uncle, there is something we need to talk about."

With regard to the children of the abilities, it is very likely that they will get the abilities again after more than ten years.

No one can care for the protagonist for the time being, but can't deny this possibility. Federico thinks that this problem is very serious whether it is for Johnson or for his uncle's power.

Wolf let everyone leave the room, leaving only two of them.

After listening to Federico's words, the godfather rubbed the opal ring on his finger and asked without emotion: "So, is it better to pick up the little ghost?"

Federico nodded.

Wolf looked at him deeply and dropped a sentence and turned to go out.

"I will find a way."

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