The water in the wash basin at the back door of the villa was cold. Soldier Boy After scrubbing his hands and face with soap several times, he finally washed away most of the strange sewer smell.
He rummaged around on the wooden shelf nearby.
Lynn's clothes are too small for his burly body, and the seams may burst with a little force.
Fortunately, there are some old clothes from Black Noir stacked at the bottom of the shelf.
Soldier Boy pulled off a loose black flannel shirt and a pair of dark gray cotton sweatpants.
Although the clothes were a bit old, they had a clean smell mixed with laundry detergent after being exposed to the sun.
He changed his clothes and opened the kitchen door.
The warmth and the aroma of food hit him and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Beside the long solid wood dining table, Lynn was pouring orange juice for Annie, while Reggie and Tommy were secretly competing for the last piece of butter-covered toast.
John was sitting in his seat, quietly eating the food on his plate.
No one looked up at him, as if he was just a distant relative staying here begging for food.
Soldier Boy sat down at an empty seat at the edge of the dining table.
There was a large white porcelain plate in front of him, which contained three large pieces of bacon that were browned and oily, two sunny-side-up eggs, a few slices of crispy toast, and a large cup of steaming black coffee next to it.
His throat moved, he picked up the knife and fork and swallowed without any image.
The fat of the bacon and the softness of the eggs exploded in his mouth. The satisfaction brought by this purest carbohydrate and fat made him almost want to sigh in comfort.
Just when he was concentrating on the last piece of egg on the plate, Big Golden Retriever Buddy happened to pass behind his chair with a proud step.
Buddy I had eaten and drank enough just now, and now I was preparing to take a nap in front of the fireplace.
When passing by Soldier Boy, it deliberately raised its big furry tail high, as if it was patrolling its territory.
Soldier Boy was chewing bacon, and out of the corner of his eye he spotted the fat dog that had just scolded him at the door this morning.
Old gangsters always hold grudges.
When others weren't paying attention, Soldier Boy quietly put down the hand holding the fork, focused his eyes, looked at Buddy's plump dog's butt, which twisted when he walked, and slapped him hard.
Snap!
A crisp sound sounded in the kitchen.
"Ouch!"
Buddy was so painful that he jumped up on the spot and let out a scream that was so cruel that it broke the sound of a dog.
It twisted around in mid-air, and after landing, it grinned and covered its butt. Its dog eyes were instantly filled with tears of grievance, and it stared at Soldier Boy, who was drinking coffee as if nothing had happened.
"You old gangster! You actually carried out a sneak attack!"
Buddy was so angry that his voice broke. He turned around and complained loudly to Lynn on the Nakajima stage, "Lynn! Just take care of him! This old man spanked me shamelessly! This is serious domestic violence!"
Lynn held the coffee cup and glanced helplessly at the happy couple.
"Don't touch your hands while eating."
Lynn typed casually and continued to look down at the morning newspaper in his hand, obviously not intending to get involved in this childish cross-species dispute.
Buddy Seeing that the complaint was useless, he immediately became angry.
It walked around Soldier Boy's chair twice, groaning in anger.
"Okay, just wait for me!"
Buddy gritted his teeth and threatened, "I tell you, you are in big trouble. After lunch, I will poop a super invincible thunder poop on the only way from the living room to the toilet! I will hide it in the darkest place of the wool carpet, and I will ensure that when you get up in the middle of the night to pee, you will step on it firmly!"
"That is the crystallization of my anger that I have accumulated for two whole days! As long as you step on it, the smell will not be washed away for three days and three nights. I will let you know the miserable consequences of offending a dog in this house!"
Just when Buddy vividly described the power of its super mine, the studio door opened a crack.
Black Noir stood quietly behind the door holding an empty milk glass.
In fact, Black Noir has been hiding in the studio since Soldier Boy entered the house just now and did not dare to come out.
Even though John had pinned this old monster to the ground and beat him up last night, the psychological shadow of so many years would not go away.
When he noticed Soldier Boy walking into the kitchen, he even instinctively locked the studio door and sat alone in the corner, nervous.
Until Lynn came over, knocked on his door gently, and said something to him through the door panel.
"Come out and get some hot milk. Don't be afraid of him. Everyone is here. No one can touch you in this room."
Because of these light but heavy words, Black Noir mustered up the courage to open the door.
As a result, as soon as he walked to the dining table, he heard Buddy's impassioned declaration of revenge, and the target of revenge was the tyrant who once terrified him to the core.
Black Noir's footsteps paused.
Under the mask, his scarred face was stunned for a moment, and then his shoulders began to shake slightly uncontrollably.
He remembered that when he first came to the Manor, he had the misfortune to step on it once. The smell that was still lingering after being washed five times still made him feel uneasy.
And now, this dog actually wants to use this trick to deal with Soldier Boy.
"Pfft..."
A very slight, yet real laugh came from under Black Noir's mask.
He looked at Soldier Boy, whose face was dark because of Buddy's threat.
Discovered suddenly.
The ultimate nightmare that used to be so arrogant that it would scare him awake even in his dreams.
Now in this room filled with the aroma of food.
He was reduced to the miserable situation of having to guard against a dog's shit.
The fears and haze that had been accumulated in his heart for decades slowly dissipated and melted with this chuckle and the heating in the kitchen.