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Time went back to the summer when Suzanne was five years old.
When Charles asked her if she wanted to go to his school,
Suzanne rejected his invitation almost without hesitation.
She knew her own family. She didn't have any superpowers, she just had a cheat. When Jessica and the world were completely integrated, her "Ability" would naturally stabilize,
There was no need to train anything at all.
Moreover,
She really liked Sherlock Holmes, even if it was Sherlock.
Yes, he would pull her to do a lot of inexplicable experiments,
He would also unceremoniously point out the little secrets she wanted to hide, and he was even more willing to expose her little lies to embarrass her,
But..,
Whenever her favorite chocolate appeared in the food,
He would give her all of his share..,
Although he would never admit this,
He would always say that desserts would hinder his thinking, he just wanted Suzanne to help him get rid of _ (: 3J ∠) _.
To her..,
The Sherlock Holmes were her real family.
She didn't want to leave them.
Charles was a little regretful about this, but he didn't force it.
"Then can I invite you to my school during the holidays?" he asked.
Suzanne, who was still three heads and a bun face at that time, nodded obediently and said with starry eyes, "I'd love to,
Charles. A mutant school,
It sounds very cool,
I really want to see it. "
Charles touched her head and said gently, "Our Suzie is so cute. The children will like you very much. You'll make a lot of good friends."
"I'm looking forward to it," Suzanne said.
After saying that, the little girl looked at Charles. Her bun face frowned. She opened her mouth to say something, but she hesitated.
Seeing the little girl's hesitation, Charles asked considerately, "What's wrong, Suzanne?"
Biting her lip, Suzanne finally made up her mind. "You're my father's best friend. Otherwise, you wouldn't be my godfather, right, Charles?"
The professor nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes, people will only let their best friend become their child's godfather. Of course, I'm your father's best friend. There's no doubt about it."
"Then do you know if my father or mother have any enemies?" Suzanne stared at him closely, not letting go of the change in his expression.
Charles was stunned. "Why do you ask that, sweetheart?" He frowned deeply and asked worriedly, "Did something bad happen to you? Or... did someone say something to you? "
"No." Suzanne shook her head. "I'm not in danger, and no one said anything strange to me."
Then, she looked at Charles with a penetrating gaze that didn't look like a child at all. She said firmly, "If you say something like that, it proves that they do have enemies, and you know about it, right?"
Charles smiled bitterly and looked at Suzanne seriously. "I don't want to lie to you, sweetheart. But before I answer your question, can I ask how you know this? "
"I'm a little unusual, you know," Suzanne said.
The professor nodded and waited for her to continue.
Suzanna said softly, "When I was in the car accident, although I was just born and couldn't see anything clearly, I actually already have memories."
"I'm sorry," Charles whispered. He reached out and rubbed the little girl's head gently, trying to comfort her in this way.
"You don't have to do this, Charles." Suzanne shook her head and smiled. "It's been five years. I've almost forgotten how I felt at that time." After saying that, she pretended to be relaxed and shrugged. "You know, humans are best at lying to themselves."
The little girl had no idea how ugly her smile was. Looking at her like this, Charles felt even more distressed. His parents had died in front of him. How could he just forget about it?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch out his arms, put his hands around her waist, and picked the little girl up.
After putting the little girl on his lap, Charles gently kissed her forehead. "Sweetheart, you don't have to force yourself. It's normal to be sad because your family has left."
He looked into Suzanne's eyes seriously. "We are your family. If you're sad, you have to tell us. Don't be afraid that we'll worry, okay? If you force yourself like this, it will really make us worried. "
After being hugged and kissed like this, Suzanne suddenly looked embarrassed. Her whole little face seemed to be on fire, and it turned red. Although she was not very old when she transmigrated, and was only 17 years old, she was still considered a big girl.
Even if she was now wearing the shell of a five-year-old, she was not a real five-year-old girl after all. Leaning intimately in the arms of an adult man like this, even if this person was her elder, still made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
Seeing that Suzanne was struggling to jump down, Charles just smiled and put her back on the ground again.
After standing firm, Suzanne directly took a few steps back. When she felt that the distance was far enough and that Charles should not be able to reach her, Suzanne stopped.
She put her hands behind her back, glared at Charles unhappily, and said in a serious tone, "Just talk. Don't make a sudden attack like just now. Charles, I'm not used to being so intimate."
Charles raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. He coaxed, "Okay, Sweetheart, I will never mess around again. I promise. Don't be angry, okay? "
Although he said that, he was very happy to see that the little girl had finally become spirited.
Suzanne looked at him suspiciously with vigilant eyes for a while, then reluctantly nodded and believed his words for the time being.
She couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Her body was too small now. Even if they knew that she was not an ordinary child, these people still couldn't help but treat her like a child most of the time. When would she grow up?
Sighing in her heart, Suzanne began to worry about her miserable age again. She was so troubled that she didn't realize that her mood was not as low as it was just now.
Seeing that the little girl lowered her head and sighed again, he didn't know what she was thinking, but it was obvious that she was distracted. Charles whispered softly, "Sweetheart, what are you thinking about?"
Suzanne came back to her senses and realized that she had gone off-topic. She secretly glared at the professor again and thought angrily, "It's all Charles's fault." If it wasn't for his sudden appearance, she wouldn't have forgotten what she wanted to say.
Looking at the handsome man who was sitting there as if nothing had happened and smiling innocently, she, she … There was nothing she could do.
This guy was so good-looking that she couldn't even bear to lose her temper at him.
Suzanne: I am such a hopeless straightforward dog _ (: з 」 ∠) _.
She puffed up her cheeks and decided not to lower herself to his level. Then, he took a deep breath and forcibly pulled the topic back. "As I said just now, I already had memories at that time. Although I couldn't see things clearly, my ability allowed me to know what was happening outside."
Speaking of this, her face darkened, and her eyes were full of hatred. "I know that it wasn't an ordinary car accident. It was a murder."
Charles asked in a dry voice, "… Why do you say that?"
"My ability tells me that someone attacked us with a grenade, which caused the car to overturn the viaduct." The little girl's voice was soft. "The murderer was wrapped up tightly, and I couldn't see his face. He was like a sewer rat that couldn't see light."
"I don't know who he is, but …" The corners of her mouth curled up, but there was no smile in her eyes. In her pitch-black pupils, there was only a ruthless killing intent that made people shudder. "… I will find him, and then, I will make him pay the price he deserves."
A slight breeze passed between the two of them, and her soft black hair was blown by the wind, covering the expression on the girl's face.
Although Charles couldn't see her expression clearly, it was clear from her words that this five-year-old child, who was supposed to be innocent, was standing on the edge of the abyss at this moment.
With a gentle push, she would fall and be completely swallowed by hatred.
"Suzanne," Charles called in the most gentle voice.
Suzanne looked up at him.
Charles' expression was very solemn. His cornflower-like blue eyes were deep, tolerant, and contained wisdom that had been bestowed upon him by years of experience.
"Listen, sweetheart, you can't let hatred dominate you. It's an insatiable devil, ferocious and greedy. If you let it control you, it will completely destroy your life. "
He moved his wheelchair and took a few steps closer to the little girl. Then, he reached out and covered Suzanne's cheek with his dry and warm palm. As if holding a priceless treasure, he carefully cupped her face.
He rubbed the little girl's chubby face. "You're still too young, sweetheart. This kind of thing shouldn't be your concern. Your task is to grow up well and work hard to grow into a healthy and beautiful girl. "
Then, he deliberately showed a relaxed smile, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly, "If we wait for you to do everything, then we adults are failures, aren't we?"
"So, Charles," Suzanne pouted and asked unhappily, "you won't tell me who the enemy is, right?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm very sorry. I think I have to break my promise."
Suzanne's little face scrunched up. "Have you heard of breaking promises, Charles? I don't like fat people. "
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