I?
On business trip?
How the hell didn't I know I had a home here?
Lake felt angry and asked Agnes, "Do you know what Mrs. Edwin's name is?"
Agnes laughed. "Mr. Edwin, don't joke with me. Don't you know your wife's name? Are you okay?"
Lake: "…"
My fucking wife.
I am unmarried...
wrong.
I've been divorced once, okay.
Lake looked at the concerned look in the eyes of the enthusiastic neighbor, was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and walked straight towards the door of the house.
Could it be that my information was obtained by some black intermediary, and then this magical Mrs. Edwin bought this information and used it to immigrate to the federal government and obtain legal residency?
Lake thought so in his heart.
After all, it is not impossible. Black intermediaries have been in this business for a long time. Lake remembered that it seemed like a few years ago, when he was still in the New York Police Department, a police officer suddenly found out when he was getting married that he had inexplicably gotten married in Las Vegas.
Fortunately, the people in the police station were very capable and investigated the matter.
Boom boom boom!
Lake raised his hand and knocked on the door.
After a while.
Lake looked at the silent door, raised his eyebrows, and grasped the handle with his right hand.
Bang!
Lake pushed the door open and walked in.
The interior of the house was very clean. Lake looked around, walked into the living room, and his eyes fell on a bottle of Thunder Bourbon on the bar.
Lake likes to drink bourbon, but even Skye doesn't know that his favorite flavor is Thunder Bourbon.
coincide?
Lake walked over and his eyes fell on a piece of paper that Bourbon was holding.
"Don't ask, don't tell, you'll find out!"
"…"
I know it's poor.
Lake's eyelids twitched as he looked at the handwriting on the paper. He quickly searched his memory bank for similar notes, but found nothing.
Second floor.
Lake pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom that should be the children's room. After taking a few glances, he turned around, closed the door of the children's room, and walked into the master bedroom.
Catch the eye.
It is a very eye-catching hanging photo.
The woman above should be around 29 years old, with long reddish-brown hair and wearing a very ordinary red coat. She is holding the hand of a little girl who also has smooth blonde hair and looks cute.
Lake frowned.
The woman in the painting is beautiful, there is no denying it.
but...
Lake had no impression.
After a while.
Lake walked down from the second floor with a photo album in his hand, walked to the bar in the house, found a wine glass from the wine cabinet, then opened the Thunder Bourbon that seemed to be specially prepared for him, smelled it, and poured himself a glass.
This is Heber's growth diary.
After taking a sip of bourbon, Lake's eyes fell on the photo album he brought down. After glancing at the note on it, he took it off, compared the handwriting with the previous note, and opened the photo album.
There are a lot of photos.
seem...
The album started recording when Hebe just started to speak, ten days, one month, one year, two years old, three years old, four years old... until he was thirteen years old. This album perfectly recorded many moments.
but...
Lake reached out, opened it and took out a photo.
A streak of crimson spread out as if sensing someone's touch.
Lake closed his eyes slightly.
In an instant, a series of immersive pictures quickly uploaded to his memory bank. The pictures were very clear, as if Lake was personally witnessing the growth experience of the man named Heber in the photo album.
Lake opened his eyes and frowned.
quite a while.
Lake shook his head and was about to close the album when a photo fell out from the interlayer.
Pick it up.
Lake raised an eyebrow.
This is his photo.
only...
Lake looked at the photo of himself sleeping and raised his eyebrows, because the background of the photo was not the Star Building, and in fact, it was not in any of Lake's memories.
What's going on?
Lake looked up at the ceiling, then his eyes fell on the Thunder Bourbon next to him. He seriously suspected that a large dose of hallucinogens was added to it. Otherwise, many problems could not be explained.
Ding ding ding!
Lake took out his cell phone.
"Red Queen."
"I checked the photos."
Red Queen's voice came from the phone: "There is no match. At least, there is no match found in any global database."
Lake asked, "Where's the girl?"
The Red Queen said, "Hebe Edwin, born on January 1, 1992. As for other details, there is nothing more, only a photo from the Customs and Immigration Department."
Lake frowned: "She's a minor entering the country. Don't you have any information about her guardian?"
Red Queen shook her head. "Sorry, I can't find anything. Also, I checked the Customs Department's surveillance footage from the day I entered the country, and there was nothing there either. However, I checked the surveillance footage in this community, and I did find something that might be related. Do you have a computer?"
"Isn't the cell phone working?"
"The pixels of the monitoring are too poor, and I can't optimize it as much as possible."
"etc."
Lake suddenly made a sound, as if he saw a computer in the master bedroom on the second floor. He took two steps at a time and appeared directly in the master bedroom. When he saw the computer there, he turned it on.
only...
Lake's mouth twitched: "Password."
Red Queen said, "No big deal, is there an internet connection?"
Lake walked to the back and looked at the connected network cable. Just as he was about to speak, the password input on the computer screen disappeared.
With a whoosh sound.
Red Queen projected it onto the computer screen in front of her: "Okay, I'm coming in, I'll get the surveillance camera."
Lake said, "What's the password?"
Red Queen made a wait gesture, and after a blink of an eye, she said, "Wanda."
"...What?"
Lake blinked, as if he was hallucinating. "What did you say the password was?"
Red Queen said again: "Wanda."
Lake: "…"
Wanda?
Sokovia.
Lake stood up and looked at the woman in the painting hanging on the wall again.
Reddish brown.
Like red clothes.
Yes, it is correct.
but...
Let's not talk about whether the ages are right or not, just one thing, how come I didn't know that Wanda and I have a daughter?
When did it happen?
Red Queen also checked the surveillance footage of this street.
This morning.
Judging from the timestamp on the surveillance video above, it should be around the time when Lake left for Manhattan Family Court.
In the surveillance footage, the little girl quietly climbed out of the window next to the house, and then quickly prepared to leave the block. Afterwards, a woman with long reddish-brown hair caught the little girl when she was about to run out of the surveillance.
"etc..."
Lake blinked and said, "Start from the beginning."
Good job.
How did this woman with long reddish-brown hair appear? I didn't notice her.
The Red Queen returns.
This time Lake saw it for real.
The woman with long reddish-brown hair appeared suddenly. When the little girl was about to run out of the block surveillance, the woman with long reddish-brown hair suddenly appeared behind the little girl and grabbed the little girl.
A few seconds later.
The woman with long reddish-brown hair and the little girl disappeared from the surveillance camera.
Not leaving.
It disappears.
Lake blinked and leaned back in his chair, confused.
Red Queen said at this time: "I am optimizing the surveillance to see if I can find a way to recover the conversation before they disappeared."
Lake came back to his senses: "Can you do this?"
The Red Queen snorted, put her hands on her hips, and looked very proud: "I am a top intelligence."
Lake raised an eyebrow.
A few minutes later.
Red Queen reviewed the surveillance video again.
"You're in big trouble, little girl."
"I don't."
"So where are you going?"
"I'll go…"
"You went to court?"
"I just want to see Daddy."
"Now is not the time."
"I don't care, I'm going."
"Congratulations, you're grounded, little girl."
"Why?"
"You can ask Mr. Da Vinci when you get back."
"Uncle Aries knows?"
"Yes, but that's until you're grounded."
"...I hate you, Wang...wuwuwu!"
"Grounded for an extra year. You should learn some manners!"
"…"
Monitoring is over!
Can...
Lake's question received no explanation and, in fact, became even more secretive.
"This Da Vinci…"
"It should be that Leonardo da Vinci. Apart from that, I checked all the databases and there is no other one."
"this..."
"As for the word 'Aries', I think it might be a nickname. Don't humans all like to give each other nicknames? Just like you call your daughter 'Little Cotton Coat' and your son 'Rebellious Son'."
"Yeah?"
Lake touched his chin, thinking back to the last word he had just used to monitor the little girl.
That should be Wanda's Wanda.
Is there something wrong with my memory?
still...
I was drugged on a certain day in a certain month in 1991?
But that's not right either.
The same thing.
The ages don't match.
One sentence.
How old was Wanda in 1991? The most important point is that I had never been to Sokovia!
Half an hour later.
Lake drove out of the community with the photo album and the two notes. While driving, Lake glanced at the photo album lying on the passenger seat and the conversation just captured in the surveillance video, which started to excite his imagination.
Conan said...
Pooh.
Sherlock Holmes once said that after removing the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how impossible or absurd it is, is the truth.
so...
Lake was very sure that the problem was not with him, so the problem must be with Wanda.
but...
Wanda's age doesn't match the age I remember.
So there is only one possibility left.
This version of Wanda traveled back from the future.
hiss!
When Lake thought of this incredible truth, he took a breath and had a very strange feeling.
How to say it?
Lake had once thought about Wanda, but considering his age, he chose to give up. But now, it seems that Wanda is not only his woman, but even the mother of his child.
but...
I didn't even touch the hand.
besides.
With Wanda's temper, now that she has traveled back in time, shouldn't she quickly eliminate other competitors and then have him all to herself?
Could it be...
My version of Wanda is different?
Just then.
Lake's phone rang.
Pepper Potts's.