Chapter 48

Hawk listened to the blind tone from the other end of the phone and fell silent again.

The next moment.

His brain was running at high speed.

Hawk wasn't worried about Gwen going to his apartment, but was quickly recalling whether there was anything inappropriate for children or inappropriate for Gwen to see in his apartment.

Inappropriate for children?

No.

Let alone videos, he doesn't even have a poster, let alone magazines or anything.

The reason is he's poor.

He doesn't even want to pay for a phone SIM card, let alone those expensive and energy-consuming magazines.

In previous years, when he was full of energy, he generally chose to go to the rooftop to box at the air, and wait until he was tired before going back to sleep.

As for things inappropriate for Gwen to see?

Seems like none.

Those five Chitauri alien weapons were wrapped tightly in a bed sheet, and also stuffed under the bed in his bedroom.

They shouldn't be discovered by Gwen.

So...

Forget it, let her go.

Business first.

Thinking of this.

Hawk came back to his senses, put away his phone, the gentle look from talking to Gwen just now disappeared, replaced by an extremely cold look.

The black guy whose mouth was covered had a look of extreme terror in his eyes.

Hawk appreciated the terror in the black guy's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a very good-looking arc.

"Now..."

"It's my turn to rob you."

"..."

Gwen, after hanging up the phone, also tucked her phone back into her pocket, and came directly to the fire escape embedded in the outer wall of Hawk's new apartment, and then successfully reached the top floor.

Gwen moved the shorts, which if looked at closely would be found to be a pair of casual pants changed into shorts, hanging in front of the half-open window to the side, and then jumped into Hawk's apartment through the window.

Looking around.

The living room isn't big, a second-hand sofa, a second-hand folding table with a laptop, occupied two-thirds of the living room space.

But it's clean.

Can't say spotless, but it can be said to be in good order.

Gwen's first feeling looking at this living room was comfort.

She hadn't been to Hawk's previous apartment, and this apartment was also the first time she saw it.

However...

Just as Gwen took out the envelope Dr. Connors asked her to transfer to Hawk from her pocket and placed it on the folding table, her gaze was attracted by the laptop closed on the folding table.

Not because she was surprised that Hawk had a computer.

But...

The sticker on the computer shell.

"This is also..."

"Too cute style."

Gwen looked at the few girl stickers on the laptop shell, couldn't help but laugh, and was a bit curious about which girl sold this laptop to Hawk.

She never thought that the stickers on this laptop would be stuck by Hawk, and even never thought that it would be a gift from any girl.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Because no one knows Hawk better than her.

She didn't doubt for a second that if she had talked to Hawk after shoving the phone to him, Hawk would have returned the phone to her.

So to be on the safe side, Gwen simply didn't meet Hawk for those ten days.

Gwen thought to herself, then withdrew her gaze, looked at the envelope placed on the folding table, and turned around to prepare to leave.

Just at the moment she turned around, her open sun-protective coat brought up a gust of wind while sliding, blowing the envelope on the folding table up.

The envelope took off directly, and then swayed into the bedroom next to the living room.

Gwen walked over instinctively, bent down to pick up the envelope that almost blew under the bed, and at the moment she stood up, a faint green light lit up from under the bed, which was captured by Gwen's peripheral vision.

Her action of picking up the envelope stalled.

Gwen's gaze looked under the bed.

A bed sheet wrapped tightly came into view instantly.

But this bed sheet is definitely not a good product.

At the very least, it's not light-proof.

The faint green light was now flashing on and off like the rhythm of breathing through the bed sheet.

But this light is very dim.

Even if it's daytime now, if Gwen hadn't happened to capture the light source with her peripheral vision, she definitely wouldn't have seen it.

What is this?

Gwen, who squatted down and leaned over to look under the bed, saw this scene, and her eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

Gwen, while thinking, just as she was about to grab the envelope she had just picked up and stand up, her gaze moved up and she saw a somewhat broken picture frame placed next to the nightstand.

A photo was clipped in the broken picture frame.

The background of the photo is Times Square, and the protagonists in the photo are a pair of young men and women about fourteen years old, with somewhat old and white clothes.

The boy, Gwen knows.

Hawk.

The Hawk in the photo is smiling very happily.

Gwen had never seen Hawk reveal such a smile in her memory.

But this girl in the photo?

Gwen frowned again, put the envelope aside, and grabbed the photo on the nightstand to look at it.

This photo should have been taken when Hawk was fourteen, not long after he started school.

Gwen looked at this photo, confirming the shooting time in her heart.

Because Gwen knows the pants Hawk was wearing in the photo.

It was the pants she just complained about, the ones Hawk wore for three years, which were clearly too small, but he couldn't bear to throw away, and instead changed into shorts.

Right.

It was those shorts still hanging at the window.

But who is this girl?