"I'm burning this for my grandfather." Of course, he didn't dare to say this, even if he knew Meghan would never say it.

"I feel a little guilty. If I hadn't taken this case, he might not have died so quickly. Of course, he is likely to die in a state prison... but at least he is better than being beaten on the street... Oh... he was hit by stray bullets..."

This can be said, and it is not a lie.

As a time traveler born under the Red Flag in New China, he experienced a complete nine-year compulsory education system and corresponding university education. Although this system has various problems and is obviously inappropriate in some aspects, it is in moral aspects.

Without quotation marks, in true moral education, Edward, like his millions of peers, has a ridiculous but extremely simple sense of justice, and always implements this into his daily words and deeds.

For example, you cannot harm others for your own benefit, let alone sacrifice others for your own interests. For the Chinese people, you do not oppose sacrifice, but the only person who is sacrificed is yourself, and you sacrifice resources in order to achieve lofty goals.

Although he felt secretly happy about the death of Bergman and his son, he could not help but feel a little uncomfortable when it was late at night.

Atheists suffer from poor sleep due to the problem of death, which can only mean one thing... there is a ghost in their hearts.

"It sounds a bit like self-ansthesia and deception. You probably want to use this kind of ritual to relieve your guilt in your heart?" Megan said after tilting his head, thinking for a while.

Edward nodded silently, "Probably, I really understand why Judaism has a Yom Kippur ritual... I used to think this was hypocritical, but now I really hope to have another Yom Kippur..."

"It sounds like you're a little dissatisfied with Jewish descent? Compared to your other half of Chinese descent?"

"Probably...I never feel close to Jewish." Edward spreads his hands. "Although I live in the Jewish community... I have a good impression of the country I have never come into contact with..."

"Okay, call me in advance next time I burn paper..." Megan was suddenly very excited.

"What are you going to do? This is not fun..."

"I'll bring a camera crew here... It should be a good folk activity, right? Of course, this behavior itself is not a big deal, but I can find a bunch of experts and professors to talk about the philosophical thoughts and life attitudes hidden behind the behavior. I think someone should be willing to watch this..."

"Fake     News really didn't treat you badly. You can still think of doing a show at this time." Edward smiled and bent down.

"This is the time? When is this?" Megan circled his neck with his backhand, his lips facing his earlobe.

"What do you think... Let you know that today is amazing..."

Suddenly, he felt breathless. Megan's arms tightened, and then a word of question came from his ears: "Damn it, don't come to this set with me! Where did the burned paper come from?!"

"Buy...buy it!"

“Where did you buy it!”

"Tang...Chinatown...you, let go..."

"Bastard, buying paper money is an excuse. You are going to sell medicine again, right? Don't play cleverness with me. Even if you have medicine, I can't get out of bed today! I have been to Chinatown several times, and the paper-selling store is next to the pharmacy!"

Megan stood up and grabbed his shirt collar. "You know, this behavior is like taking stimulants at the Olympics, you damn guy! This is cheating! You'll pay for it! I swear!"

Edward's legs and feet became weak and he fell to the ground.

Megan picked up his ankle, held it firmly in his hand, and dragged him to the first floor lounge, which had a comfortable soft bed, although the sofa in the living room was also pretty good.

However, it is made of genuine leather and is particularly smooth, especially when the skin touches the skin, you will not be able to master the posture and fall to the ground if you accidentally touch it.

Megan herself doesn't care. Her motor cells are extremely strong, and her reflex nerves are developed and can always adjust her physical condition in time when necessary. She often adds some stimulation if she is in danger.

But she knew that the other party was not good, especially in today's situation, this guy would fall into a semi-coma in a while and could only act entirely on instinct. At this time, the thing fell off the sofa and might break the neck...

"Queen, please spare me... No, you can't do this. I'm not ready yet. We should prepare for a little relationship first! Dear, I love you!"

Someone was dragged on the ground with his upper body, begging nonsense.

However, the perpetrator was not soft-hearted, "Damn it... accept your fate. Before you surrender completely, I will not give you the opportunity to leave my sight and take drugs... I will go on the battle myself to let you know what fair competition is and the cruelty of competitive sports is!"

"No, I, my dear, it's easy to discuss, everything is easy to discuss. I will express my surrender to you now... We are between us, there is no need, no need, I want to think that we will live to the death between Miyu?"

"Haha" Megan turned around and showed a smile at him, "Is that right?"

She licked her lips, "Surrender depends on the action..."

...

After finally seeing Megan away, Edward trembled and collapsed on the sofa, holding the hot cocoa in his hand.

This was something Megan specifically rushed for him before leaving.

"Damn... I can't live this life anymore. If this continues, I will die young... Megan is good at everything, but I'm too playful... I put on the chandelier three times today... No, no, next time, I must definitely stop her bad hobbies, but the skills in her mouth and hands are really good..."

... Although such days are not easy, they are also quite leisurely. The main reason is that there is no defense of the feeling of hanging on the head like the great sword of Damocles. Although the study is heavy, it is prepared for people after all. My mind is really not covered. As long as I use snacks, I will not be much worse.

As for the ants moving to Bergman's legacy, he basically doesn't have to be responsible for anything.

After the statement was published that day, it did not cause any uproar. I think that the vultures of Militaria could cover up the fourth right (media supervision rights) as glorious as the sun when they circled.

But there are also some unpleasant things. For some reason, the New York Times seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and the manuscripts targeting Edward were one after another.

It was a little better at first, but he said that he dared to go to court if he was not good at learning skills. The more he said it later, the more outrageous he even said openly and secretly that he bought a murderer to kill Bergman and his son.

Edward used a joke at the beginning. After all, it is common for me to be slandered by the media in the United States.

On the other hand, if a person has never made a big news by Western journalists in his entire life, it means that he is really not doing well and is not worthy of being the successor of capitalist society.

But with the subsequent accusations that seemed "false" appeared, Edward could no longer sit still.

After all, I am young and I am somewhat guilty.

He was afraid that as soon as the newspaper promoted this, a good reporter would follow the matter and continue to dig down. At that time, it would be ugly.

To this end, he considered using the law to defend his innocence.

When he talked about this idea to Ruthberg, the latter spread his hands and suggested that he give up the whimsical idea.

"What? I can only watch this bastard in the New York Times and pour dirty water on me?" He said in a low voice.

Ruthberg didn't notice this, and looked helpless: "Ed, I've read all these reports. To be honest, I'm more angry than you, but believe me, your prosecution will not have any effect, but will make those unscrupulous guys even more crazy."

"Why? I know that the constitutional amendment protects freedom of speech, but the crime of defamation does exist?!"

"Yes. But, I've asked Professor Cliff, the authoritative journalism law, before, how did he explain this."

William Cliff specializes in reputation, privacy and other related fields, and has made outstanding achievements. He is considered one of the leading experts in Yale.

But Edward had not had time to listen to his class.

"Professor Cliff said that it is OK to sue the newspaper. But the core of the prosecution is the intentional report of wrong information on the newspaper. You see, it is very annoying. As the prosecutor, you have to prove the intention of the media, how is this possible! Moreover, this is only limited to news reporting."

"The articles you were attacked were actually news comments. Since they were comments, they could have obvious personal thoughts..."

"I..." Edward wanted to vomit blood a little. "That is to say, I didn't have any ability to fight back after being attacked by them after such abuse?"

"You can also write articles to newspapers, but it's their business either if you are willing to publish them." Ruthberg scratched his head rarely.

"I……"

"Ed, forget it, just pretend that you didn't see it. You've been in a big show these days. I don't know how many people are jealous. Now being hit by the New York Times is a balance. After a while, they will change their goals. And these comments are usually not remembered. Besides, in the United States, you will always face these annoying guys, especially those who have a great future like you, and you will encounter more malicious media in the future. Let's just treat it as a preview..."

"Okay..." Edward also felt that things had to do this, but he felt that he could discuss this with his grandfather. If he really couldn't do it, Ferriche put a few guys with especially vicious writing skills into sacks and beat them up, so he could exhale them.

"By the way, I'll give you this..." Ruthberg took out the book "Crazy Mountains" from his handbag and handed it to him.

"It's really good-looking, with indescribable madness and extremes under the calm strokes. Everything looks normal, but everything is weird. Maybe I should recommend it to Mr. Nabokov if I have the chance."

"You like it, that's great!" Edward took the book "By the way, are you okay this afternoon?"

"Hmm? I'm not too busy. I have an article to write, but I can push it back. Oh, by the way, I promised to make up for the courses I missed before. OK, go to the office with me..."

"Oh, but, but, I didn't bring the reference materials." Edward hesitated a little, "It seems like a waste of time to go back and get it again..."

"Is that?" Ruthberg seemed thoughtful

Someone gritted his teeth: "Or, just go to my apartment. By the way, you can also choose other works of Lovecraft, such as "The Haze of Insmouth Town", which are very typical works, even more desperate than "Crazy Mountains". It is also good to be a person "Call of Cthulhu"... I have a lot of books in my apartment. Let's go..."

Edward picked up her handbag and walked out. If he didn't, he was afraid that his expression would scare Ruthberg...

A smile flashed in the amber eyes behind him, "But, Ed, Chris is here too, will it get in the way?"

Edward was shocked, and he wanted to turn a few somersaults on the spot. This, this... has become, he felt that he was trembling. This is the wonderful and cuteness of mature women. Everyone knows it and considers the problem thoroughly and properly...

He tried hard to suppress himself so that his voice would not sound trembling: "Ahhh, this guy, he now wants to sleep in the sports field and in the gym every day. In this game with Harvard, quarterback was the focus of everyone... Moreover, the cheerleaders were bothering him and wanted to date him, but the wood was rejected..." He spoke faster and faster, obviously this was hiding his inner tension.

"Ah, right? It seems that he and his roommate are completely different people!"

Edward heard the footsteps of high heels coming from behind, and he felt very happy. What he had been thinking about day and night was about to come true. Blessed by the alpaca god! Andys's morning breeze was indeed not in vain!

The sports car took advantage of its speed and drove to the door of the apartment almost instantly.

"Please come in" he opened the door. "It's a bit messy inside. Sorry, just sit there, what do you want to drink?"

“I’m not thirsty…”

"Okay, go to my room and see where the books are. When you finish picking the books, you will give me some lessons..."

Ruthberg's face turned a little red, but he nodded, took off his windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack at the door.

She was wearing a tight black thin wool short-sleeved long skirt with a white ribbon on the neckline. The skirt was obviously a custom-made high-end product, perfectly fitting the body curve, especially at the waist, which was beautiful and natural. Edward looked from behind and had no other thoughts except to swallow his saliva.

"Look, it's all Lovecraft here." Edward pointed to the bookshelf.

Ruthberg took two steps forward and looked at the spine carefully.

Someone immediately took action, hugged her slender waist from behind, leaned down, and pressed against her face and said, "I missed me so much..."

"Hmm..." She twisted symbolically for a few times.

Edward was sure that this was absolutely symbolic, because she didn't even want to say such words, but only had rapid breathing.
To be continued...