Chapter 557 1997, collected by Mr. Wick
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
It's been a week since returning from Hogwarts.
Stimulating fighting and flying on a dragon all stimulate the heart of an old man who is approaching middle age.
In this regard, his wife, Mrs. Wick, has some opinions.
"What do you think of me riding Kiki to work?"
The old man Watson Wick put his arms around his wife's slender waist and whispered bad ideas in her ear.
Ignore Mrs. Wick's eyes.
"That would be cool," Watson mumbled to himself, "I just don't know how fast Kiki can fly."
He whispered into Mrs. Wick's ear, and Mrs. Wick, who really couldn't bear it, made him experience the high-quality sleep like a baby.
When he woke up the next day, he was radiant.
Mrs. Wick is brewing the magic tea sent by her son's classmate. Watson, who has been there, understands that that pretty little girl is definitely interested in his son.
"You said that John is so popular, is he chased by many people?"
As a parent in a Western country, Watson is still very open-minded.
In his opinion, his son is almost 17 years old, and it is normal to have a girlfriend.
Mrs. Wick was looking at the letter from the girl. Every word on it had been carefully considered and written without obliteration or blurring.
"There's a messenger outside."
Watson saw a letter dropped into his mailbox, he put down the bread he was going to eat and went out.
When he came back, he saw his son come down as soon as he sat down.
He put the envelope down for the time being, and said regretfully to John: "I arranged twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters in their hands, three Gatlings and one acquired tank at the school gate."
He secretly took a bite of the bread, it was a little dry, he took a sip of milk and smashed his mouth and said, "There is also an armed helicopter, which your grandfather borrowed in Maoxiong Country, and there is no chance to use it."
John looked at his father silently.
"Not to mention how the helicopter came in, but where did you buy your tank?"
Obviously, John had doubts about the origin of Watson's things.
"There is an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. He is known as the King of War, and there is nothing he can't do." Watson held the bread in one hand, picked up the envelope in the other, glanced at it, and said casually, " I have some business dealings with him."
He saw an '8' ouroboros pattern on the envelope, which made him a little puzzled.
Among the people he knew, there seemed to be no one who used this symbol as a seal.
John sat down opposite Watson and asked in surprise, "Don't you run a hotel?"
It seems that my precious son knows nothing about his father's business.
Since you want to do business, then follow through to the end.
Watson is a businessman, so he knows, whether it is those underground bosses or behind-the-scenes investors.
They all need an order, like a financial exchange, to unify them.
At the same time, Watson can also get government support in doing so.
Those underground forces can never be eradicated, and new forces will continue to emerge.
The appearance of Watson made the rules that should have been chaotic, so that they could abide by the order.
This is what officials want to see.
Therefore, the establishment of the hotel, approval documents and the like are unimpeded, and occasionally there are some inconspicuous ones, which can also be used as capital accumulated after the establishment to scare chickens and monkeys in the future.
Since you want to kill chickens and monkeys, your own armed forces are essential.
"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson is not just security measures.
He established a legal mercenary company and a security company.
Unlike underground bosses, most of his company recruits are veterans who have retired from the army.
It also has the meaning of showing favor to the military. This plan solves the problem of employment and pension for retired military soldiers.
Thinking of the hotel he had planned to build for a long time, Watson said with emotion: "The magic is really amazing. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out to be fine."
If only he could build his hotel with the flick of a wand, too.
John didn't care about his lust, and went to have breakfast by himself.
Only then did Watson have time to glance at the envelope.
He was surprised to find that the letter '8' on the envelope was stretching its body.
"1997, 6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Qing Dynasty, received by Watson Wick."
"From: 1927 John Wick."
Watson couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the writing on it.
Next, the font changes.
"Don't let me find out."
Watson hesitated again and again. He remembered that his son had said that magic items of unknown origin were dangerous.
If this is a trap set by others, wouldn't there be a big problem?
While hesitating, he saw the words on it change.
"Ask me for strawberry jam and I'll give you blueberry jam."
Watson glanced at the blueberry jam and strawberry jam on the table.
"John, pass me the strawberry jam." He pretended not to care.
After a few seconds, he stared at the envelope, wondering whose prank it was.
My son is not a fool, so he must have given strawberry jam.
Thinking it was a prank, Watson didn't even look at it. He opened the bottle and took a spoonful of jam and spread it on the bread.
Just as he was thinking about telling John about the matter, he realized something was wrong as soon as he entered.
Looking down at the blue jam, Watson stared at John's expression that didn't seem to be joking, and asked tentatively, "Did you do it on purpose, or did you accidentally?"
"careless."
John's answer made Watson suspicious.
At this time, the letters were still changing fonts.
"Open it after I'm gone."
Watson, who wanted to find out the truth in his heart, looked at the son of Qingshui who was eating bread, and asked, "Will you go to work in that... magic company today?"
Speaking of the magic company, Watson was entangled.
I have worked hard to start a business, but my son has already taken the lead a few years ago.
Watson, who read the envelope repeatedly, glanced at his son from time to time.
This short breakfast time is extraordinarily long.
Finally, after John finished his breakfast, he walked into the basement.
Mrs. Wick brought the brewed jasmine tea to Watson and put it down.
Watson tiptoed over to the basement door and eavesdropped.
After confirming that John had left, he immediately ran up without opening the envelope, but locked the doors and windows and drew the curtains.
A mysterious look.
"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Wick looked at her husband's behavior with some amusement.
No matter how old you are, you still want to be a child who can't grow up.
Watson took a deep breath and opened the envelope.
If this is true, why did my son send me a letter in 1927?
He thought it was a ridiculous thing, but what happened just now made him have to take it seriously.
Even Mrs. Wick was fascinated by his behavior and wondered what was worthy of Watson.
Watson opened the envelope, and inside was a piece of parchment.
And a beetle, the golden beetle.
The beetle vibrated its wings, and when it opened, there was a black octahedron stone inside.
And the first line of words in the entry made Watson's heart cold.
"Take the stone and make sure I'm dead."
"This is the resurrection stone. If I die, I can see my soul."
Watson felt top-heavy, and he held on to the table to barely stand still.
The resurrection stone can see the soul of the dead. If John dies, as his closest people, the Wick family will see his soul.
"What happened?" Mrs. Wick noticed something was wrong with her husband.
She was about to come.
"Don't come here!" Watson roared angrily.
Making Mrs. Wick stop, she stared blankly at her husband.
With trembling fingers, Watson slowly touched the resurrection stone.
He dared not let his wife come over, and if it were real, the shock would be enough to break a mother's nerves.
Picking it up, Watson slowly raised his head.
Not seeing the so-called soul, Watson was relieved and continued to read.
"If I survive, follow the guidance of the beetle and find my sword."
"This sword was forged with my blood, and only close relatives can find it."
"Bring Basil and Riddle, owls have guiding magic, they can guide you to my house in the wizarding world."
After Watson read the last word, the parchment began to fold automatically, and finally turned into a card the size of a business card.
It has the Ouroboros logo on it, shimmering in gold.
The golden beetle flew to Watson's palm.
As soon as Watson's palm hurt, he saw the golden beetle biting his finger and sucking the blood from his finger.
Having absorbed enough blood, the golden beetle flew up.
Watson said anxiously: "Quick! Follow up!"
Mrs. Wick put down her glass and went out with her husband.
They drove and chased after the golden beetle.
The golden beetle is fast.
...
Stimulating fighting and flying on a dragon all stimulate the heart of an old man who is approaching middle age.
In this regard, his wife, Mrs. Wick, has some opinions.
"What do you think of me riding Kiki to work?"
The old man Watson Wick put his arms around his wife's slender waist and whispered bad ideas in her ear.
Ignore Mrs. Wick's eyes.
"That would be cool," Watson mumbled to himself, "I just don't know how fast Kiki can fly."
He whispered into Mrs. Wick's ear, and Mrs. Wick, who really couldn't bear it, made him experience the high-quality sleep like a baby.
When he woke up the next day, he was radiant.
Mrs. Wick is brewing the magic tea sent by her son's classmate. Watson, who has been there, understands that that pretty little girl is definitely interested in his son.
"You said that John is so popular, is he chased by many people?"
As a parent in a Western country, Watson is still very open-minded.
In his opinion, his son is almost 17 years old, and it is normal to have a girlfriend.
Mrs. Wick was looking at the letter from the girl. Every word on it had been carefully considered and written without obliteration or blurring.
"There's a messenger outside."
Watson saw a letter dropped into his mailbox, he put down the bread he was going to eat and went out.
When he came back, he saw his son come down as soon as he sat down.
He put the envelope down for the time being, and said regretfully to John: "I arranged twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters in their hands, three Gatlings and one acquired tank at the school gate."
He secretly took a bite of the bread, it was a little dry, he took a sip of milk and smashed his mouth and said, "There is also an armed helicopter, which your grandfather borrowed in Maoxiong Country, and there is no chance to use it."
John looked at his father silently.
"Not to mention how the helicopter came in, but where did you buy your tank?"
Obviously, John had doubts about the origin of Watson's things.
"There is an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov. He is known as the King of War, and there is nothing he can't do." Watson held the bread in one hand, picked up the envelope in the other, glanced at it, and said casually, " I have some business dealings with him."
He saw an '8' ouroboros pattern on the envelope, which made him a little puzzled.
Among the people he knew, there seemed to be no one who used this symbol as a seal.
John sat down opposite Watson and asked in surprise, "Don't you run a hotel?"
It seems that my precious son knows nothing about his father's business.
Since you want to do business, then follow through to the end.
Watson is a businessman, so he knows, whether it is those underground bosses or behind-the-scenes investors.
They all need an order, like a financial exchange, to unify them.
At the same time, Watson can also get government support in doing so.
Those underground forces can never be eradicated, and new forces will continue to emerge.
The appearance of Watson made the rules that should have been chaotic, so that they could abide by the order.
This is what officials want to see.
Therefore, the establishment of the hotel, approval documents and the like are unimpeded, and occasionally there are some inconspicuous ones, which can also be used as capital accumulated after the establishment to scare chickens and monkeys in the future.
Since you want to kill chickens and monkeys, your own armed forces are essential.
"The hotel needs some security measures." Watson is not just security measures.
He established a legal mercenary company and a security company.
Unlike underground bosses, most of his company recruits are veterans who have retired from the army.
It also has the meaning of showing favor to the military. This plan solves the problem of employment and pension for retired military soldiers.
Thinking of the hotel he had planned to build for a long time, Watson said with emotion: "The magic is really amazing. I thought the house was bombed, but it turned out to be fine."
If only he could build his hotel with the flick of a wand, too.
John didn't care about his lust, and went to have breakfast by himself.
Only then did Watson have time to glance at the envelope.
He was surprised to find that the letter '8' on the envelope was stretching its body.
"1997, 6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Qing Dynasty, received by Watson Wick."
"From: 1927 John Wick."
Watson couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the writing on it.
Next, the font changes.
"Don't let me find out."
Watson hesitated again and again. He remembered that his son had said that magic items of unknown origin were dangerous.
If this is a trap set by others, wouldn't there be a big problem?
While hesitating, he saw the words on it change.
"Ask me for strawberry jam and I'll give you blueberry jam."
Watson glanced at the blueberry jam and strawberry jam on the table.
"John, pass me the strawberry jam." He pretended not to care.
After a few seconds, he stared at the envelope, wondering whose prank it was.
My son is not a fool, so he must have given strawberry jam.
Thinking it was a prank, Watson didn't even look at it. He opened the bottle and took a spoonful of jam and spread it on the bread.
Just as he was thinking about telling John about the matter, he realized something was wrong as soon as he entered.
Looking down at the blue jam, Watson stared at John's expression that didn't seem to be joking, and asked tentatively, "Did you do it on purpose, or did you accidentally?"
"careless."
John's answer made Watson suspicious.
At this time, the letters were still changing fonts.
"Open it after I'm gone."
Watson, who wanted to find out the truth in his heart, looked at the son of Qingshui who was eating bread, and asked, "Will you go to work in that... magic company today?"
Speaking of the magic company, Watson was entangled.
I have worked hard to start a business, but my son has already taken the lead a few years ago.
Watson, who read the envelope repeatedly, glanced at his son from time to time.
This short breakfast time is extraordinarily long.
Finally, after John finished his breakfast, he walked into the basement.
Mrs. Wick brought the brewed jasmine tea to Watson and put it down.
Watson tiptoed over to the basement door and eavesdropped.
After confirming that John had left, he immediately ran up without opening the envelope, but locked the doors and windows and drew the curtains.
A mysterious look.
"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Wick looked at her husband's behavior with some amusement.
No matter how old you are, you still want to be a child who can't grow up.
Watson took a deep breath and opened the envelope.
If this is true, why did my son send me a letter in 1927?
He thought it was a ridiculous thing, but what happened just now made him have to take it seriously.
Even Mrs. Wick was fascinated by his behavior and wondered what was worthy of Watson.
Watson opened the envelope, and inside was a piece of parchment.
And a beetle, the golden beetle.
The beetle vibrated its wings, and when it opened, there was a black octahedron stone inside.
And the first line of words in the entry made Watson's heart cold.
"Take the stone and make sure I'm dead."
"This is the resurrection stone. If I die, I can see my soul."
Watson felt top-heavy, and he held on to the table to barely stand still.
The resurrection stone can see the soul of the dead. If John dies, as his closest people, the Wick family will see his soul.
"What happened?" Mrs. Wick noticed something was wrong with her husband.
She was about to come.
"Don't come here!" Watson roared angrily.
Making Mrs. Wick stop, she stared blankly at her husband.
With trembling fingers, Watson slowly touched the resurrection stone.
He dared not let his wife come over, and if it were real, the shock would be enough to break a mother's nerves.
Picking it up, Watson slowly raised his head.
Not seeing the so-called soul, Watson was relieved and continued to read.
"If I survive, follow the guidance of the beetle and find my sword."
"This sword was forged with my blood, and only close relatives can find it."
"Bring Basil and Riddle, owls have guiding magic, they can guide you to my house in the wizarding world."
After Watson read the last word, the parchment began to fold automatically, and finally turned into a card the size of a business card.
It has the Ouroboros logo on it, shimmering in gold.
The golden beetle flew to Watson's palm.
As soon as Watson's palm hurt, he saw the golden beetle biting his finger and sucking the blood from his finger.
Having absorbed enough blood, the golden beetle flew up.
Watson said anxiously: "Quick! Follow up!"
Mrs. Wick put down her glass and went out with her husband.
They drove and chased after the golden beetle.
The golden beetle is fast.
...
