Wine and Gun

When Midaren started escaping from the orphanage to find Olga and Hunter for the night, Olga neatly made room for him a bedroom so that he wouldn't sleep on Hunter's sofa every day. After that, Hunter was kicked out by the landlord again for arrears in rent. Before he went to collect the benefits in a rage, he was embarrassed to move into another second bedroom at Olga's suggestion.

"I swear Midalen would scream in his sleep," Olga said at the time. "Do you want me to drag such a leg to his room in the middle of the night to see how he's doing? I slept."

——I don't know if Olga is really luǒsleeping, and he doesn't really mind Olga using him as an excuse.

As for Annie, she signed a one-year contract with Olga and now lives in Olga's next bedroom, doing whatever duties a qualified carer is supposed to do twenty-four hours a day.

That's what happened. The strange psychologist's house, which used to be only occupied by one person, suddenly became a large number of people, and Olga's neighbors thought that the house had changed owners.

It was Sunday, and it was not too early for Midalun to get up, but after going downstairs, everyone else was slowly sitting at the table eating breakfast. Midaren glanced at Olga, who was sitting in the old seat eating cereal, and for some reason a little prank appeared.

So he nodded to Olga and exclaimed in a lively voice, "Mom."

Olga: "Pfft—"

She coughed a few times before she could breathe, and gave him half annoyed half funny look: "Midaren."

"Okay, I'm joking." Midaren glanced at his mouth and started pulling the fried sausages onto his plate. He continued, "How was the meeting yesterday?"

——Olga is very resolute in her work. Once she and Hunter have negotiated about adopting Midalun, and Midalun agrees, she will use the fastest speed to submit the recommendation letter of the adopted child to the official, the recommendation letter The end is adorned with the signatures of several well-known professionals in the circle. Soon, the family investigation required for the adoption of the child was carried out as scheduled. If Midaren remembered correctly, Olga had just interviewed the investigator of the family investigation agency the day before.

"It must have gone well in their opinion, and it would be more appropriate for a psychologist to be the adoptive mother of a traumatized child." Olga snorted, and Midalen felt that she seemed to be interested in anyone who was related to her profession. There is a natural contempt.

Midaren pretended to be innocent and said, "You are indeed very suitable."

"No, you've obviously found yourself the kind of adoptive family that will really take you to the crime scene," Olga warned, "I'm not going to take Annie every time, she didn't go further in the industry. necessary, so I plan to take you there in the future."

"That's how Batman is." Hunter's mouth was bulging and stuffed with things, and he complained in Olga's last words.

Midaren blinked. "I like Batman."

That's when Annie came out of the kitchen with her last breakfast--her own share--and Midaren looked into the glass bowl in her hand as she sat down at the table. After a few glances, there are milk cereals sprinkled with various nuts, plus things like juice and avocado sandwiches, and it looks like the kind of breakfast that can get a lot of likes on INS.

"What's wrong with Batman?" asked Annie, who knew nothing of the previous conversation and had no idea that Olga had removed her from the crime scene.

"It's nothing," Hunter said casually, explaining to her why it would be too much trouble not to take her to the crime scene, and Hunter would prefer to skip the subject, "We're discussing whether Robert Pattinson is suitable for the role of Batman. ."

"So what's the conclusion?" Anne asked enthusiastically. "Is he fit for Batman?"

But they couldn't get to the bottom of the Batman issue because Olga's phone - at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning! ——It rang again very hard.

If someone else received a work call at this time, they might choose to roll their eyes at the ceiling, but Olga didn't so gān, she glanced at the caller ID, and pushed the bowl of cereal aside without changing her face. Picking up the phone, "Hello, Bart?"

Her next words were:

"Did the suspected Sunday gardener commit the crime again?"

"It's been nearly a month since he took the medication, and no matter what, the concentration of the drug in his blood has reached its peak!" Jenny Griffin said loudly while standing in the center of the laboratory, her voice constantly returning to the empty white space, " Duden, do you really check his medication every day?"

"I swear!" her colleague Duden Koos called back in heavily accented English. "I'm absolutely sure he took the medicine, and I'm watching every volunteer every day—"

Griffin sighed heavily, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his own sun xué, obviously exhausted: "...This is unreasonable, other volunteers who took the medicine have reduced their bào behavior and their emotions are obviously calm. Even a famous thorn in the South... These things show that the drug is actually working to a large extent. But why would he goug out someone's eye after taking the drug for a month?"

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