Chapter 102: The scene of the killing

Until bedtime, Mike did not find a chance to talk to the three children.

He always felt that the three of them were a little abnormal today.

Sitting at the desk in the bedroom, Mike routinely printed cards.

Speaking of cards, in addition to supplementing some of the more frequently used cards, Mike recently made cards are mainly character cards.

After spending two hours making a new character deck, Mike called out the Eternal Cigarette Box, pulled out an old deck, and put the new deck in.

Of the fifty-four cards in the Eternal Cigarette, almost one-third of them were replaced by character cards.

Character decks took more time compared to skill and item decks.

After so many years, the cards he had saved were already very substantial.

“But, have to clean out the deck and consume the lower ranked cards first.”

His current ability level was LV3, and the embodied objects he produced, as well as the cards he called LV3 level.

The increased ability level not only expanded and enhanced the range of his embodiment, but also made the cards he produced much more powerful.

The same card, especially the skill card, even if it is the same skill, the effect of the card now produced will be better than that of the previous low-level card, and the power will be greater than before.

For example, a skill card of Fire Transport – Howling Fireball can be made at Lv2 level, but the power is definitely not as powerful as the one made at Lv3 level.

As for the item, it is reflected in the maintenance time, which becomes longer.

In short, it is that the higher the ability level, the more powerful and longer lasting the embodied cards are made.

To maintain the existence of the cards, it is necessary to consume the power of embodiment.

The higher level cards are stored, and when you use them, try to use lower level cards.

But looking at the inventory in his mind, Mike sighed.

This is a huge project ……

Mike turned off the desk lamp and was about to get up and go to bed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several ear-piercing sounds, a finger-sized hole appeared in the wall in front of Mike’s eyes.

An enemy?

A sniper?

Mike’s eyes narrowed, several cards instantly appeared in his hand, a mental scan skill used at the same time, a shield over his body.

But the next second, his face from the corner of the eye, twitching up madly. By the end of the day, a face had lost its control and became very ghostly.

No enemies ……

Charles and Eric had fallen asleep, and Clark …… was in a panic, lifting his pants with a look of shame

Mike stood up, looking at the small hole in the wall that was pierced. He fell silent and hammered the wall twice.

Then, he sat in his chair for several minutes thinking, and finally decided it was better to talk to Clark.

As a father, he felt it was his responsibility to channel his child, as well as to spread the basics.

Knocking on Clark’s room door, Mike said in a stiff voice, “Clark, Dad wants to talk to you.”

“I’m asleep!”

Clark’s somewhat flustered voice rang out.

Mike’s eyes raised at the corners, pushed the door open and walked in, opened it smoothly, and saw a buried under the covers. It was covered head of Clark.

Seeing Clark in this state, there was still some embarrassment and Mike could not help but laugh out loud.

“I have no idea what are you doing?”

Mike smiled tenderly and said, “You’re growing up, it’s a normal thing for a man to do, and Dad doesn’t blame you.”

Clark was silent, but showed a pair of eyes peeking at Mike.

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Mike coughed lightly and said: “Don’t yell too much, it’s not good for your health.”

“Also, practice your strength, I don’t want you to turn into a murder scene on a date later.”

The words fell, Mike stifled a laugh and walked quickly out of the room, closing the door with his hand.

Hearing the sound of the light door, Clark revealed his head and let out a long breath.

Just now he really embarrassed he wanted to use heat vision to burn the earth through.

But …… the murder scene?

A picture flashed involuntarily in his mind, and Clark wailed and covered himself with the quilt.

I blame Charles and Eric, if they hadn’t broadcast the encrypted channel this afternoon, this wouldn’t have happened tonight!

Ahhhhh!

He let out a low growl and hammered down on the bed in shame and anger.

“Bang!”

A hole instantly appeared in the bed.

Clark stiffened and lay back on the bed, moving his body to block the first hole.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, sleep is not embarrassing……

But what was true was that all day the next day, Clark didn’t dare to look at Mike.

This went on for three days before that incident slowly faded away and Clark recovered enough to look at Mike squarely.

After all, the school also advises parents to spread knowledge about it for their children, and children have learned about it at school when they reach a certain age.

Although Clark’s situation is very special …… but is life as usual.

And since they unlocked the encrypted channel that day for unknown reasons, Eric and Charles have been fighting for the TV signal box, trying to reproduce the scene at the time. After dozens of attempts, but no results, they slowly give up.

……

At Clark’s school.

With headphones on, Clark sat in the playground, looking at the boys sweating on the playground, Clark’s eyes calm with a hint of imperceptible longing.

“Clark! Why are you here alone?”

A girl with bronze skin walked up to Clark and squatted down to look at him curiously.

Clark took off his headset, nodded politely to the girl, and said, “Belle.”

Belle looked into Clark’s blue eyes, blushed slightly and said: “Aren’t you going to play soccer? I see how much you like it.”

Clark shook his head.

Belle was a little disappointed, she still wanted to see Clark’s gallant appearance on the field.

“Whoosh!”

Just then, the ball on the field was accidentally kicked by a boy, and Clark reached out.

“Bang!”

The soccer was steadily caught by him.

The girl’s frightened eyes instantly turned into surprise.

At this point, Clark looked like he was glowing in her eyes.

The boys on the field laughed loudly, their words filled with mockery.

Belle looked at several of them angrily and said, “You’re the nerds!”

The boys froze, then burst out laughing and booing as they made indecent hand gestures at Clark.

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