Chapter 28 Chapter 28
After more than half a year, Megan returned to the two-story building. She was carried out of the car because her little head had not yet learned to open the car door, and she might not even have the independent awareness to do so.
The tall and strong man walked her to the door. They stood in the deep night. He knocked on the door and waited for Bob to open it. He also tidied her clothes and hair. She was hidden in a plastic barrel and had experienced a bumpy journey. There were wrinkles on her clothes and her short black curly hair was already a mess.
Megan kept looking up at him the whole time, but he pretended not to notice. Because when he was in the car, he found Megan observing him, but as soon as he turned his head, she lowered her head, as if hiding herself at the slightest sign of trouble.
There were footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, and he suddenly said, "My name is Nelson Green." He had nothing else to say.
Nelson had seen her, had seen the skinny child when she was first picked up by the Joker, had seen the clockwork puppet thrown on the street to test its reaction level, had seen Megan Chris Damon who returned to her 'father'. When he was driving for the Joker, he was the person closest to this secret, but he was really dull and taciturn, and his most valued quality in the Joker was his loyalty.
The door opened quickly, and Bob saw them through the peephole. He was timid and expressionless, in awe of Nelson.
He had lived in this small house for a long time. At first, he had to work cautiously and timidly, but he still followed orders and took good care of Megan. Even though some coercive measures were taken, he felt at ease because he had to obey the Joker's words. This was the only thing he was taught by the gang members during his stay in the Joker Gang for more than half a month.
Bob felt that his work ethic was particularly serious and meticulous, and the Joker praised him after seeing how he raised his children! Bob was thrilled and overwhelmed with passion. This was the first time he had received praise from a higher-up, and a very prestigious boss at that!
However, not long after he started working enthusiastically, the child was taken away by the clown, but he was not assigned a new job, so he stayed in this house that was just set up for the mission, feeling anxious and uneasy. Until he mustered up the courage to return to the Clown Gang to ask someone about the situation, he met Nelson.
Nelson...
Now standing in front of Nelson, Bob was half a head shorter than the other. He was actually about 1.78 meters tall, but Nelson was too tall and big, a complete thug among thugs in suits.
He couldn't help but shiver, and when he looked down he saw a familiar child, and his eyes immediately lit up.
When the clown took her away, Bob had prayed for her to return safely. After more than half a year, he had already given up hope. But now she was back, and she looked very healthy, and her expression was much more lively. However, the thing he felt most directly was -
He couldn't recognize the brand of the clothes she was wearing, but he was sure that the fabric and workmanship were of good quality and must have cost a lot of money. These visible factors combined were enough to prove that she was well taken care of, except that her hair was a little messy, probably caused by the wind blowing through the car window on the road.
A touched expression appeared on his face. Before he could say anything, Nelson commanded: "This is still your task, take good care of Megan, and," he looked down at Megan, and this time she did not dodge, but chose to look at him.
There was no emotion in her eyes, and no desire was expressed, but Nelson knew that she was completely different from her original state. It was her boss who improved her condition and turned her into what she is now for some big fun that required continuous investment and could only be realized in the future.
"Respect her wishes and choose to teach her. Your original approach won't work, Bob Davis."
Megan now has some self-awareness and can take charge of her diet and rest independently, so there is no need to force her. She just needs to be told and guided to familiarize herself with and master the things. It is no different from raising a young and ignorant child, except that she is a little slower in learning things and requires more patience.
Bob was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand the meaning, but he was obedient and responded directly. He heard that the child had a new name, Megan. It was a name with great and lovely meaning. Perhaps good expectations were placed on her.
Megan was still looking up at Nelson. Nelson leaned over, squatted down to look her in the eye, and said, "You're lucky, Megan. The boss has something to do now, so you can stay here and live."
He is tall and looks huge even when he squats down. It can be seen that he is born with a strong physique due to his superior genes. On the contrary, he has the temperament of an elite and capable person. However, the fact that he can be called upon as the Joker's assistant and manage the gang outside Arkham Asylum on behalf of the boss is already proof of his ability.
He also added, "You are the boss's daughter. If I am free, I will call Bob and let you speak to the boss." It turned out that he was indeed very professional. He even accepted the fact that the Joker had a daughter and raised her with great care without any doubt, and made thoughtful arrangements.
After all, they are nominally father and daughter, and it seems that the Joker's interest in her has not diminished in the slightest. He will keep an eye on her situation at all times, now and in the future.
Nelson said this and drove away decisively, leaving Megan and Bob standing at the door.
Warm yellow light shone from inside the house. One of Megan's very young children stood outside the door, looking up at him. Bob was a little reserved now. He felt like a shameless person who had usurped the property of the child in front of him. After a long pause, he said, "Um, I hope you still remember that I was your babysitter."
"My name is Bob." He said meaningless words and moved to the side. He saw Megan following his gaze and looking at him, which made him feel even more embarrassed.
He had taken care of the child the Joker had given him, all out of his passion for the job. But after she was taken away, he experienced daily restlessness and boredom, and when Nelson took him on a mission...
Nelson only took him on one mission, and that mission scared him so much that he suffered from palpitations for more than half a month after he came back, and was troubled by nightmares. These nightmares made Bob deeply aware that the Joker was a gang boss feared by everyone, and Nelson, as the executor of the Joker's will, was not very normal either.
But no matter what, you have to listen to the clown and Nelson, because he is also a clockwork puppet.
Now looking down at this child named 'Megan', he became uncertain again. Even if the Joker and Nelson were bad, they could raise a child who seemed in a bad state at first to what she is now, so maybe they are not that bad, right?
He and Megan were the only ones left here. Bob asked stiffly, "Will you come in? By the way, have you had dinner?"
He thought Megan's symptoms would get better, but she still didn't answer. She walked in slowly and looked around. She seemed to be familiar with the house where she had stayed for a while, but she didn't remember much. At that time, she had no knowledge of many things and had no memory of them.
Seeing that she was unfamiliar with the place, Bob was relieved. As long as her attention was diverted, it would be fine. Otherwise, he would really be overwhelmed by guilt. He watched Megan walk in and take tentative steps, as if she was afraid or wary of something, her eyes scanning everywhere, and anything could attract her attention.
Bob approached hesitantly, but she had been oblivious before, but now she had become better. He didn't know how to get along with her. "Do you want to eat? Is there anything you want to eat?"
Megan turned a deaf ear to him and ignored him, only becoming curious about the environment. She lingered in the small area near the door for more than ten minutes, and then finally found that there was no one to restrain her, so she rubbed the soles of her shoes on the floor tiles and began to walk around carefully.
The first place she went to was the sofa. Maybe she subconsciously remembered that she had hidden herself behind the sofa and in the cracks of the wall countless times. At first, the place was not cleaned properly, and she got dust all over her body and face, forcing Bob to clean the house again, leaving no corner untouched.
She held her breath, reached out and touched the sofa, her movements very lightly and carefully, and her focused eyes fell on it, but would the sofa respond to her?
Why doesn't it respond?
Megan was at a loss. This was the first time she realized this problem. She had touched many objects before, but she had no awareness of exploration and no cognition at all. So what response would the sofa give her?
It was just there, gently touched by her finger, but it didn't make a sound. Even if the shadow of her finger fell on it, she had seen so many shadows, so many shadows for so long that she was already familiar with them and recognized them. So, apart from sound and light and shadow, would it respond to her?
For some reason, Megan was convinced that she would get a response. She stared intently at the silent sofa, which didn't speak or move on its own initiative. Her perception range continued to expand, the sounds in her ears became silent, and the light and shadows lost their sense of existence. Finally -
The sense of touch extended and spread, crossing an invisible boundary, making her feel electric and numb all over. A new perception came along with cognition, and the rough texture was transmitted to her fingertips and then to her head.
Megan withdrew her hand immediately. The finger that was touching the sofa felt itchy. She looked down, but there was nothing on it. However, the rubbing of her fingers against each other made her feel weird, so she suddenly blew on her fingers.
The wind was cool, blowing across the finger and the surrounding skin, making the strange feeling more obvious.
But they were just phenomena, responses to her. Megan was a little curious, but not overly curious. She stood there for more than ten minutes, then continued to explore the house, carefully and tentatively walking through every place she could go, leaving Bob behind.
Bob watched her on her 'adventure'. The child turned a deaf ear to his words, but she had more independent behavior. Even though he really couldn't understand it, he was ordered to take care of Megan and respect her wishes.
He had asked Megan if she wanted to have dinner before, but it was actually late at night. The child looked very energetic, so he was not sure whether she had eaten dinner or wanted a midnight snack. He closed the door in a daze, locked the door to prevent the child from opening it, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
In short, it’s never wrong to make something delicious.
He was busy in the kitchen, and Megan was wandering around. After looking around the first floor, she looked up at the upper floors. She walked up the stairs step by step and put her hands on the handrail. It was made of wood and was old. Some places had peeled paint and rotted, leaving uneven holes. However, it was wiped frequently and there were no burrs or anything.
Megan touched it subconsciously. The handrail was actually a bit high for her, but she was curious. She walked up the stairs slowly in an awkward posture and saw a carpet at the foot of the stairs. She seemed to remember something and looked down from between the railings of the stairs and saw a carpet at the entrance to the first floor.
This kind of cognition, the way of thinking that connects one thing with other things, was completely new to her, and her eyes couldn't help but widen even more.
Finally, when Bob came out of the kitchen with salad, mashed potatoes and fried bacon, he saw her sitting on the carpet at the door on the first floor, holding a leaf in her hand and turning her head to look at the door from time to time.
Bob squatted down and asked humbly, "Megan, do you want something to eat?"
Her eyes were a little sleepy, but she still opened her clear green eyes and looked at him without shaking or nodding. She looked at the door again and saw no movement, so she got up and walked around again. Bob followed her and asked questions, but was ignored.
Finally he asked, "Are you going to bed then?"
Megan looked at him again, silent, but Bob probably understood what she meant. She might want to go to bed, but there was a tactless servant here who liked to act on his own and ask questions. He should have realized earlier that children needed more sleep. Even if the eldest lady didn't say anything, he should have considered this and made arrangements.
Bob took her past the dining table and sighed quietly when he saw the meal he had cooked. He had actually made a mistake at work! Megan didn't know how to express her needs and wishes, but he suddenly thought, why did she sit at the door and watch it from time to time?
Is she waiting for someone to pick her up?
The author has something to say:
The time for entering the V has not been finalized yet. I told Ge Mi about it yesterday, and she said that my collection is still lacking. In short, I will stock up on manuscripts and wait.
And there will be no update tomorrow, wave~
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