The next day.

early morning.

Lake drank the coffee in his hands and the newspaper in his hands at the dining table. After a few days of soy milk fried dough sticks, Skye chose the traditional federal breakfast.

After all, she was used to federal breakfasts. Soy milk and fried dough sticks are a must-have for people in the East, but for Skye, she was just a snack to taste.

Skye drank his own milk, thought for a while, and looked up at Lake: "That..."

Lake didn't raise his head: "What?"

Skye shook her head first, then looked at Lake carefully: "Lack, the adoptive mother you mentioned yesterday is... Severn't Rachel, right?"

"Of course not, believe me, Rachel's computer technology is as bad as mine, it's not right, it's better than me."

Anyway, he couldn't take out a news report that didn't require layout in half an hour. Rachel could.

Skye's mouth became O-shaped: "Two people?"

Lake seemed to have thought of something, put down the newspaper, looked at Skye sitting opposite, and smiled, "What do you want to express, Skye?"

Skye still shook her head, then organized a few words to look at Lake: "That... are you and Rachel okay?"

Lake thought for a while: "The career is booming, I just returned from vacation, it's pretty good."

Skye looked at Lake still pretending to be confused and sighed. Finally, she resisted the clarity and said in a vague way: "Lack, you are not an Arab nationality or a Mormon."

Lake raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Sky, I will seriously consider these two suggestions you gave."

yes.

Why didn’t I expect that there would be a slutty operation of changing nationality?

Lake looked at his watch, drank the cup of coffee, got up and pulled up his coat, and before leaving, he said thank you to Skye.

Skye opened her mouth wide.

By the time Skye came to his senses, Lake had already left home.

Waterfack?

What did I do?

Skye couldn't help but close her eyes and patted her forehead. If she knew some Eastern idioms, it would be something that would be a collusion or some advice.

Now it's OK.

Skye felt that if her master asked in the future, she would have no choice but to help Lake hide it.

Oh my god, what have I done?

Skye wailed, and even the milk that was originally fragrant and fragrant, no longer had any attraction. Suddenly, after Lake's thank you, she suddenly lost her appetite.

Lake has a good appetite.

even……

When returning to the Land Building, Porsche Cayenne, which has a special customization for Porsche, has bulletproof windows, a silver-colored, unique LKNB-listed LKNB, went to Chinatown, packed a box of sweet tofu brains, and then returned to the Land Building.

In the mortar room.

Olivia, who looked cute and looked white, could not see any vampire at all, had no expression on her face at this moment, and glared at Lake with her arms around her.

She was very angry.

Moreover, she had reason to be angry.

Usually, when she couldn't use her, Lake came to talk to her by chance and brought a bowl of tofu brain over there, but it was salty. She said it many times. She liked sweet ones, but Lake was still unmoved and insisted on buying salty ones.

But when it comes to using her, look at the tofu brain today, which is sweet and the added sugar probably accounts for half of the tofu brain.

But that's not the point.

The point is that in Olivia's opinion, Lake is a typical scumbag. When she is not used, she will ignore her opinions directly. When she is used, she will be indifferent to her well-being and behave like a stream of good deeds.

This is not right.

What am I?

Toolman?

Lake smiled and handed over the tofu brain that was unfolding in his hand: "Liv, this is sweet."

Olivia snorted proudly: "No."

Lake leaned closer: "Smell, sweet, I bought a pack of white sugar and a pack of brown sugar alone."

Olivia's little nose moved, she closed her eyes and looked to the side: "No, I like salty now."

Lake's mouth twitched: "Stop messing around."

The reason why he bought Olivia's salty tofu brain before was very simple. Lake is a salty party, and those who like sweets are heretics. He hopes to use this method to make Olivia rebel from the sweet party camp.

As for today?

Today was a pure surprise. The one who sold tofu brains said that the salty diced carrots were gone and they had to wait until they came over. Lake had no choice but to pack a bowl of sweet tofu brains.

After coaxing for a long time.

Olivia then took the tofu brain half-pushed and put it on the tip of her nose. She took a deep breath, and a hint of joy appeared on her face. Then she put the tofu brain carefully on her desk, and then pointed to Lake at the frozen corpse like iron lumps: "Don't even think about it, I won't touch that thing."

Said.

Olivia pointed to her mouth with her latest lipstick and said, "Look, I'm the teeth that I rely on for survival, not a metal crusher, and this guy has been touched by someone else."

Lake handed Olivia the information in his hand: "These are all autopsy reports."

Olivia took over, walked to her seat, sat down, and turned on the autopsy report in her hand.

After a while.

Olivia closed the information and looked at Lake curiously: "This autopsy report is not right."

Lake shrugged: "This is what I want to figure out. Someone told me that what was detected in it was only two or three years old, and this is different from the age of this corpse."

Olivia walked over to the corpse, put on gloves, smeared the corpse's head, and then looked up at Lake.

Next second.

With a snap.

He directly opened the corpse's big head, revealing the empty head inside.

"Where is the brain?"

“Here.”

Lake walked out of the room, bent over, brought back a plastic bag, and took out the brain soaked in formalin.

Olivia was stunned.

His face suddenly turned dark.

"don't want!"

"Please."

"don't want."

Olivia glared at Lake in anger: "Without thinking, will you eat expired and have soaked formalin's tofu brain? I really want to take a bite to your neck."

This bastard.

Do you really treat her as a tool?

All right.

Although I have lived a good life under Lake's protection over the years, this is not a reason to treat her as a tool.

Lake touched his chin: "What should I do?"

Olivia said angrily: "How do I know, too, who is this guy?"

There is no name on the autopsy report.

Lake casually said: "Bucky Barnes."

Olivia was stunned for a moment: "Who?"

Lake said: "Bucky Barnes, however, should be a clone."

Olivia: "…"

As a federal person with pure blood, just as everyone has heard of Captain America Steve Rogers's deeds, it is obvious that Olivia has also heard of Captain America's good friend Bucky Barnes.

But……

Olivia walked to the side of the body and looked carefully: "This is different from the one in the documentary."

Lake shrugged, "If you shave your beard and add your hair, it's still very close. Are you interested?"

Olivia came back to her senses, looked at Lake, rolled her eyes: "No, it's not. Soaking formalin's brain is like putting mustard in a salad."

Lake said: "I'll find you ten brains next month?"
To be continued...