Generally speaking, after losing sight, the blind man's other senses become keen.

This is the body's instinct. In order to continue life and fill in the defects caused by vision deficiency, other organs will try to "replace" the effect of the eyes.

Merlin knew this and he could understand the sound Matt made when he heard him move.

But what he couldn't understand was how Little Matt, who could not see things in his eyes, accurately distinguished his identity.

Perhaps feeling Merlin's doubts, Little Matt whispered:

"I can smell you."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Meilin immediately raised his arm and sniffed it.

He didn't smell anything, he was a very clean person.

"The smell on you is different from that of others, Mr. Merlin. I remembered that smell when you took me to the hospital."

Matt said:

"That smell like ice cream always has a special cold. So when you sit here, I know you are here."

"But I can't smell anything."

Merlin looked at the unfortunate child in front of him, and said with a smile, then reached out and touched Little Matt's hair.

More than a year has passed since he sent the accidental Matt to the hospital.

This 9-year-old child, and Merlin's appearance changed a lot when he last saw him.

His chestnut hair was a little longer, and the freckles on his face became lighter. Looking closely, the child looked quite handsome in sunglasses.

He has grown taller than a year ago and has become thinner.

Moreover, probably because of the loss of vision, the child looks more steady and silent than his peers.

He spoke like a little adult.

"Your father went to the boxing championship in Russia and planned to change his job as a professional boxer."

Merlin looked at Little Matt and said:

"Before leaving, he entrusted me to see you, and if he could, he planned to let you live in my house. I'll ask you, would you like?"

"dad"

Speaking of his father, Little Matt's expression became a little sad.

He closed the book, turned around on the chair, leaning on his blind guide stick with both hands, his movements were almost exactly the same as Merlin, who was sitting by the bed and leaning on his cane.

The child wearing sunglasses "looked" at Merlin in his own way, he said:

"Has he really gone to Russia?"

"certainly."

Meilin said without changing her face:

"If you want to see him, I can take you to Russia now."

"You are lying!"

Matt suddenly broke out.

At this moment, the child held the blind guide stick tightly in his hand and screamed at Merlin:

"You are all lying! Father, nun, and you, you are all liars! My father didn't leave, and he wouldn't leave me alone!"

"He just left in a hurry because the league is about to start, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to you, Matt!"

Merlin's tone became gentler, he said:

"He is a good father, you should know this more than anyone else, he went so far just to give you a better one."

"Dad is dead!"

Matt's next sentence completely interrupted all the lies Merlin worked hard to weave.

Merlin looked at the sob in front of him with some surprise. At this moment, he suspected that someone else had revealed the news of Jack's death to Matt.

Who is it? Could it be Sister Maggie? Did Merlin misread that nun? Is her heart so vicious?

"I heard gunshots"

Little Matt took off his sunglasses, and he wiped his tears a little clumsyly. He said to Merlin intermittently:

"When I got into the taxi, I heard the sound of those people talking to my dad. They cursed, they hit my dad, I wanted to go down and help, but the driver with a strange accent didn't let me go down. I heard my dad bleeding, I heard my dad being knocked to the ground, I heard my dad "

"They shot Dad's heartbeat stopped, I heard it! I heard it all! You are all lying to me!"

Merlin stood up, he reached out and held down the excited little Matt, and said gently:

"No, that's not true."

"That's just some auditory hallucinations. Children as old as you do occasionally have that kind of situation. I'm telling me that normal people can't hear those sounds, you're wrong."

Merlin reached out and hugged Matt's head gently in his arms, and he whispered:

"Believe me, your father is still alive, he is in Russia, in Moscow, I don't have to lie to you, my child. I can take you there, I can even let him go back to New York to accompany you."

Matt, who was hugged, no longer struggled, he became quiet, as if listening, and a few seconds later, he said to Merlin: Computer::/

"Your heartbeats a little faster, you're lying."

"Um?"

Merlin looked at the child in her arms in confusion.

It seems to be to prove that what he heard is not fake, Matt continued:

"There is something in your blood vessels, and it flows with the blood. There are many weird things in your left pocket, including guns, sticks, and many boxes covered together. In that box, there is something jumping. I can hear it, and it jumps violently, like lightning that is sealed."

Matt looked up and he looked at Merlin in confusion:

"How can you put so many things in your pocket?"

Merlin's expression became serious at this moment. He let go of Matt and squatted in front of him. He looked at the child and asked:

"What else can you hear?"

“I can hear a lot.”

Little Matt's expression was also a little confused at this moment. He raised his head and "looked" at the window in front of him. He reached out to open the window, feeling the wind in the night and the sound coming from the wind, he said:

"There are birds yelling in the park, the boats are moving in the water, and Tucker is bullying the women again, and I hear him whip them."

"I heard a car accident at the 11th Street intersection. The girl was hit without injury, but the driver's heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker."

"I heard a car stop."

Little Matt stood up and looked to the east:

"Just on the edge of 6th Street, someone got out of the car, he was knocking on the door, he was calling your name."

"Hold on"

At this moment, Merlin felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took out the phone and glanced at it. It was the call from Colson.

He picked up his cell phone and put it in his ear. The next moment, he heard Colson's voice.

"Sir, are you at home? I'm right at your doorstep."

At this moment, Merlin looked at Little Matt, he knew

The child in front of him lost his eyesight in an accident, but he got more things.

Something that is enough to surprise.

“I’m not at home now.”

Merlin asked:

"Are you inquiring about me at this time? Colson."

"Jimmy encountered a supernatural incident in Central City. While investigating, he accidentally discovered that the person involved had something to do with you, sir. So he called and asked if you need to deal with this matter in person."

"Hmm? Central City?"

Merlin frowned and said:

"Is it Mr. Henry?"

"Yes, Henry Allen."

Colson replied:

"He was involved in a murder case, and Jimmy has confirmed that it is related to the supernatural incident."

"Well, how could someone like Henry kill someone?"

Merlin smiled and he asked casually:

"Who is the dead? What does it have to do with Henry."

Colson's tone became a little heavy at this moment, and he said to Merlin:

"The deceased is Mr. Henry's wife, Mrs. Nora."

"Bang"

At this moment, the mobile phone in Merlin's hand was completely crushed under the power of losing control.

—

"Swish"

In the light of the long distance shimmering spell, Merlin, wearing a windbreaker and walking stick, appeared in Central City, before the Alan mansion in his memory.

His body has not healed yet, and this long-distance movement across half of North America has put some pressure on him.

He coughed a few times, then walked towards the closed mansion with his cane and surrounded by the night.

Police officers at the Central City Police Department had already set up alert banners around. Seeing Merlin walking towards them under the street lights, the police were planning to stop him from entering the crime scene.

Merlin took out his ID from the pocket of the windbreaker lined and placed it in front of the police.

The conspicuous sign of the Level 6 agent supervisor made these policemen feel awe.

According to the comparison of the ranks between S.H.E.L.D. and other departments, level 6 agents are equivalent to majors in the army and inspectors of the sub-district police station. Of course, this is just a theoretical class. Since agents and police are not the same system, these police officers can completely avoid Merlin when necessary.

But generally speaking, in the face of an organization like SHIELD that only belongs to the World Security Council, no one wants to cause trouble. So these police officers took a step back and made a way for Merlin.

Merlin's expression was very gloomy.

Although he had not had much contact with the Allen and his wife in the past few years, the couple occupied a very important position in his life.

Like Old Stan and Vico, they had given Merlin the strength to persevere when he was desperate.

Especially the kind Alan and his wife are Merlin's deep-seen friends.

But now, his friends have suffered bad luck.

"Sir!"

Jimmy Wu, a 3rd level agent who was collecting evidence in a messy room, immediately greeted his superior when he saw Merlin.

Merlin waved his hand and signaled him to continue to work on his own affairs.

He stood in the living room covered with blood and stains, and the past was still vivid in his mind.

He still remembered the delicious breakfast he had eaten in Allen's mansion, Mrs. Nora's expression of a little fear but still kind, and the sincerity of Henry's attempt to keep him.

Merlin closed her eyes and stroked the chair next to her. A few years later, the chair was still placed next to the dining table as before.

He sighed.

He was indeed plagued by bad luck. A few years ago, he thought that the Allen and his wife had escaped the bad luck that followed him, but a few years later, the bad luck that had escaped came back.

"Have you found anything?"

Merlin asked.

Aside him, Agent Jimmy looked at the notes in his hand and said to his commander:

"There are not many valuable discoveries, Chief Merlin. We just detected a weak energy residue in the room. The energy was dissipating rapidly. The deceased was stabbed in the center by a knife. The murder method was accurate. The deceased did not suffer much pain before his death."

"It's not done by Henry!"

Merlin said:

"It's definitely not him."

"But there is only his fingerprint on the knife, which is very clear."

Agent Jimmy said in a little embarrassed manner:

"And there were only his children on site, except Mr. Henry. Although we knew there must be hidden information in this, we could not prove it. The energy was weird and we could not even leave evidence of its existence."

"Then check it!"

Merlin said to the agents around him:

"Put down all the affairs you have at hand, focus on this matter, and check it! Find out the results!"

"Yes, sir."

Agent Jimmy accepted his new mission, and as a member of s.d.o.l.d., he was used to dealing with these divine affairs.

"Where is Henry and his children?"

Merlin asked, and Agent Jimmy replied:

"Mr. Henry is now in the police station, and Little Barry was temporarily taken to his home by a sheriff, who was the friend of the deceased and Mr. Henry. The body of the deceased was in the morgue of the police station, but I am bluntly speaking, sir, there is no suspicious point on the body, I have already seen it."

"Um."

Merlin nodded, he stopped talking, but turned around and left the house.

Standing in the night, Merlin looked back at the Alan mansion behind him. He could imagine how happy and peaceful this place was, but now it has become a place of death.

A place where unknown and disasters gather.

He clenched his fists.

He didn't know whether this should happen, nor did he know if it was really related to him, but the guilt in his heart had never been so strong.

Merlin wanted to do the right thing, to fight for order, to fight for the people he cared for, to the people he loved, but this time, the people he cared for might be hurt by him.

This made Merlin feel very heavy inside, and the pressure almost made him breathless.

Under the dim starlight, he raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word:

"Do you have to do this?"

"you!"
Chapter completed!