mirror age

Chapter 8 Undercurrent

After eating in the morning, Ryan followed Cyril to report to school, and his mother helped him arrange for him to go to the junior high school of the military academy where Cyril was studying.

Xu Lin also gave each of the children a watch so that Ryan could use it to cover the scars on their wrists.

Ryan's task load has now been reduced to once a week. He excuses himself to go back to the orphanage to find his childhood friends to hang out with, and his family has no objections.

Only Cyril noticed something, because several times when Ryan came back, he smelled the blood on the child's body, and once he found that there was a bloody gash on the neck of the little guy near the collar, extending all the way to the back, like It was wounded by a sword, and it is normal to have bruises. After all, it is inevitable to practice fighting in school, but this wound is obviously not right.

He called Ryan to his room and took out the medicine kit.The little guy looked at him uncharacteristically alertly, and he didn't listen to him calling him over.Cyril grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over like a chicken.

"Be obedient. Brother, take a look at your injury." His tone was much more serious than usual, and he treated the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, "What happened." Cyril frowned, but the boy seemed to have made up his mind don't open your mouth.

"I heard from your teacher that you learned martial arts very quickly." Cyril stood up and looked down at him, which made his eyes half-closed and looked a little sly. His voice slowed down, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. At this moment, in Ryan's eyes, it seemed a bit unfriendly, "Are you a fast learner, or are you good at it?" Ryan bowed his head and remained silent.

"You really grew up in an orphanage?"

Cyril just asked casually, but Ryan immediately looked up at him. Ryan felt his hair stand on end for a moment, but his face was still taut and tight, without expression or words.

Cyril felt the hostility from that little guy, like a cat with fried fur, its whole back was arched with tension, and it was about to stretch out its claws to scratch someone.He didn't expect the little brat to react so strongly, he was just puzzled and didn't think deeply about it, and he didn't want to dig into his past.When he was number 27, it seemed that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp. In the past, present, and future, whoever he wanted to be with and what he wanted to do might really be out of his hands.

"Okay, I won't ask if you don't tell me."

Cyril took out the medicine powder and put it on the wound. The medicine powder is effective, but it is more irritating to the wound, which is no different from sprinkling chili powder on the wound. The little guy was shaking with pain, but he didn't even hum.Cyril felt that his hands began to tremble.

"Be careful in the future, don't get hurt again."

Ryan felt that when he spoke at this time, his voice was thick, which had a calming effect.

"elder brother……"

"What, it hurts?" He stopped quickly.

"Don't tell your parents."

The little guy looked back at him. This guy had a tough temper, but there was something like begging in his tone at the moment. This was probably the best that this little monster who couldn't be coquettish could do.In fact, if he flung himself into his arms and acted coquettishly at this time, the effect should be excellent, but it is estimated that this little guy will not do it again, Cyril thought a little funny.

"it is good."

"Don't get hurt again." He reminded again.

"Don't think about it, you'll still get hurt." The brat was simply boasting.

There is nothing to do.

life support party.

"Team leader, news from the black market."

Eric unrolled the strip of paper rolled into a thin tube.

[Sylvia found out the news that there was a biomarker on Master Camille’s wrist that had not been removed, and another informant from the imperial capital found out that the personal doctor in Camille’s house was missing. , I hope the team leader will decide. 】

The man pondered for a while, then fetched a pen and paper:

[Gamil is not himself... let Sylvia try his best to persuade him to join the Life Support Party and conspire with him]

"Team leader, you asked us to investigate Jamil, who bought a large number of clones in the imperial capital and kept them in the house. What's the purpose of that person?"

"What purpose can there be, but the ones he bought are all beauties, what do you think his purpose is?"

The man gave him a joking smile, but he felt that there was something deep in the group leader's eyebrows.

"People can't forget Ben after all."

The author has something to say:

It is also mentioned in Chapter 2 that Gamil is a son of a rich family in the imperial capital, spending money like water and ignorant.

The next chapter will tell his story. _(:з」∠)_