Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 130 Neighbors
A town in Cleveland.

It was just dawn, and the alarm clock rang in the room, which was so simply decorated that it could even be said to be a bit shabby.

Man reaches out to turn off the alarm clock.

He got up, glanced at the photo on the bedside, it was a group photo of a family of four, and then reached out to cover the photo.

get up.

Make the bed.

brush teeth.

Take two eggs out of the refrigerator.

fried eggs.

Take out the milk.

Eat breakfast.

Clear away the dishes.

The man walked to the window of the living room, stretched out his hand and opened the blinds, and saw the truck of the moving company outside just driving to the opposite door.

It was an old couple who probably returned to the countryside from the city to retire.

The man stopped observing and walked back into the room.

The weeds in the backyard are getting a little taller and he needs to clear them today.

……

noon.

"Bang bang." There was a knock on the door, and the man subconsciously reached out to touch his waist, but he quickly reacted and withdrew his hand.

He walked to the gate, picked up the pistol on the cabinet in front of the door, stood behind the door carefully, and opened the door a crack.

"Hi, we are new here." It was the old couple who were new here.

"Hello." The man opened the door a little wider, and then exposed half of his body.

"We made some new apple pies." The old woman said, handing over a plate of apple pies.

"Thank you." The man squeezed out a smile, "But I'm afraid I don't have much to return."

"Ah, it's all right," replied the old woman, "it's just a small gift."

Looking at the old man who turned to leave, the man took it in with one hand, and at the same time withdrew his other hand that was holding the gun against the door.

……

In the supermarket.

As a small town with few people, it is very common to meet each other whenever you go out.

"Isn't it hard to live alone?" The old couple looked at the man holding the bread and eggs and said.

"Probably." The man forced a smile.

"If you don't mind, you can come to our house for dinner." The old man said with a smile, "After all, I don't think you seem to be good at cooking."

……

"So, what did you do before?" said the old man as he sliced ​​up the cod. "Well, the fish tastes really good."

"Before..." the man was silent for a moment, "I used to be in the army."

"Ah." The old man seemed to understand something, "It's not easy life."

"Indeed." The man looked down at his fish and reluctantly replied.

"The sudden change is too big, it's really hard to accept." The old man sighed, his face was a little unhappy.

"You might as well try to communicate more with the people around you. It's not a good thing to be locked in alone." The old woman also persuaded, "It took us a long time to get out."

"You?" the man asked cautiously.

"Oh." The old woman sighed, and she looked carefully at her husband.

The old man also shook his head: "In short, something happened at home."

The man stopped asking questions and just lowered his head to cut his own fish.

"Speaking of which, where did you move from?" He asked casually, as if trying to ease the atmosphere.

"New York." The old man sighed.

The man didn't say much anymore, he just glanced at the letters and bills that were scattered on the coffee table and hadn't had time to pack.

……

late at night.

The man turns on the computer.

In his nearly year-long press, type in the search for "Gomes."

Soon, a piece of news titled "Judy Gomes, a girl who brutally shot her whole family, committed suicide in prison" caught his attention.

……

"Who would have thought that such a thing would happen." The old man may have drank a little wine, and he couldn't stop himself, "Although there are some conflicts at ordinary times, it will never become like this."

The man didn't speak, just stood quietly and listened.

"It's gone, it's gone."

……

Back in his room, the man took out his cell phone.

"Lieberman," he said, "I need you to look something up for me."

After speaking, he opened the news that he saw before, took a few pictures and sent them to the other party.

……

"Okay, I understand." The man hung up the phone, took out his computer and opened his mailbox.

"Kilgrave..." He muttered the name silently, and then he saw the content behind the email.

"The day before my death, I received a call from a visitor."

"The contents of the visitor's call were damaged, but I managed to restore most of the recordings. I attached the restored recordings to the email. I thought you might be interested to hear them."

"The guards in the prison were once transferred out due to an accident."

He took out his earphones and put them on, then clicked on the recording.

……

New York, prison.

"Has the matter been arranged?" Fisk held the newspaper and casually asked the prison guard in front of him while reading.

"Yes." The prison guard replied, "According to the reply from the house rental company, the target has already moved into the predetermined address. Is there any follow-up action required?"

"Follow-up actions?" Fisk raised his head, "Any follow-up actions?"

The prison guard asked cautiously: "So, all these actions are just to help an old couple find a suitable place?"

"Don't you think respecting the elderly is not a very important thing?" Fisk looked at him seriously.

……

Cleveland on the bus to the airport.

The man leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Sorry." An old man wearing glasses came over, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The man opened his eyes, glanced at him, and nodded for him to sit down.

"Ah, there are so many people here." The old man seemed familiar, "So where are you going?"

"New York." The man spat out two words.

"Ah, New York." The old man said with emotion, "It's a bustling place, but it's really dangerous. That place might be full of aliens."

"It's not important." The man turned his head to look outside the parking lot.

"So, are you going on a business trip or for personal reasons?" The old man was a little too familiar, and he continued to chat.

The man was already a little bored at first, but when he heard this question, he was suddenly stunned. After a moment of silence, he finally gave the answer: "It's all."

……

airport.

"A ticket to New York." The man handed over his driver's license.

"The earliest flight will take off in an hour." The ground attendant showed a formulaic smile, "Is that all right?"

"Okay, just this class." The man replied, and then he took out a credit card from his pocket, "Can you swipe it?"

"Of course." The waiter replied with a smile, and then she handed over the card reader, "Please use this."

Swipe the card, successfully read the credit card information, and the machine starts to spit out the ticket.

"Okay, here is your driver's license and boarding pass." The waiter smiled and handed over the things, "I wish you a pleasant journey, Mr. Cassel."

　Pay back tomorrow.How about some referral tickets?

　　


(End of this chapter)