Hollywood Road

Tomorrow after 12 o'clock noon, there will be an outbreak!

Holding the steel pipe tightly with his right hand, Murphy gradually approached the stairs. One side of the stairs was the entrance of the underground storage room. The switch outside the door was also opened, and it was obvious that someone had entered inside.

In the underground storage room, there are the original camera and the vehicle-mounted police receiver, as well as some office equipment that he bought from the original company after leasing the house. It is not surprising if someone is eyeing it.

As he approached the door of the storage room, Murphy increased his vigilance. The life that came here told him with countless living examples that America is definitely not the paradise that some people once preached, let alone slums, middle-class communities. There are also many crimes.

When he came to the side of the stairs, he stretched out a hand and gently pushed open the storage room door. A series of downward stairs appeared, just as expected. There were lights on below and the sound of turning things over. Come up.

But there was a corner at the end of the stairs, and a right-angle turn was the storage room. Murphy stood at the door, unable to see what was going on inside.

He put his footsteps to the lightest and walked down step by step, and at the same time, he was ready to take action at any time.

When he walked to the corner and pressed his body against the wall, Murphy just wanted to stretch his head and take a look when suddenly a shadow appeared.

The light was in the storage room, he was hiding on the corner, the shadow was moving forward, and it was obvious that the people inside came over.

Murphy frowned and raised the steel pipe in his hand. He had been in prison and knew that many thieves often carried guns, and sometimes turned burglaries into shootings.

Leaning on the wall, Murphy stared at the shadow on the ground, silently calculating the time when the opponent appeared.

The storage room was not well ventilated and had a mild musty smell. Murphy suddenly felt itchy in his nose, forced to suppress the urge to sneeze, and was ready to take action.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and judging from the shadow, the people inside had already approached the corner. Just when the opponent had just turned around, Murphy's right hand pressed hard, and the steel pipe was about to smash with the sound of wind.

"what……"

The person who turned around seemed to be frightened by Murphy and let out a harsh scream.

At the same time as the shot, Murphy had already seen who was turning around, and his right hand was subconsciously deflected outwards. Fortunately, he didn't want to hit the opponent's head, but just wanted to hit his shoulder to make the thief temporarily lose his ability to resist , The steel pipe was screwed to the outside by him, without hitting anyone, and fell heavily on the corner of the wall with a bang.

This storage room was not cleaned for too long, and the wall was smashed by Murphy, and the dust on it fell.

"Snee..." Murphy finally couldn't help but sneezed.

The person who turned out was completely frightened, regardless of the dust falling on the short golden hair, bent down and raised his arm, screaming in horror, "Ah..."

Looking at Kerry Mulligan, who was terrified by him, Murphy threw away the steel pipe in his hand, no matter the pain in his hand, he quickly pulled her over.

"Hey! Carrie, it's me!" He lowered his body slightly, facing the baby face, "It's me, Murphy!"

Hearing these words and seeing the familiar face in front of him, Kerry Mulligan finally stopped screaming, but his tears were frightened. Two huge tears rolled down the dusty cheeks and rushed twice. Black print out.

She looked at Murphy and panted. After a few seconds, she finally recovered. She grabbed one of Murphy's hands and asked loudly, "What are you going to do? Do you want to scare me? This kind of game is not at all. Fun."

After all, she was just a girl who was just sixteen years old.

"Calm down, Kerry. Snee..." Reaching out and waving the falling dust, Murphy grabbed her by an arm, "This is not a place to talk, let's go up and say."

After half a minute, the two disgraced people found two chairs and sat at an old desk. After a short period of adjustment, Carey Mulligan basically recovered his calm.

"Why are you hitting me?" She looked at Murphy, her face full of grievances, "Where did the Murphy who was good to me go? How did you become like this."

Hearing this, Murphy rubbed her aching right hand and couldn't help scratching her head. Why did he hit her?

He spread his hand. "I thought a thief came in."

Kerry Mulligan's eyes widened. "How can I be a thief?"

Her face became even more aggrieved.

Murphy stood up, fetched a towel from one of the shelves, and handed it over. Carey Mulligan took it and wiped the dust, but his gloom was almost written on his face.

Sitting back on his chair, Murphy pointed to the door of the room, "When I came in, the wrought iron door was open, the chain was thrown on the lawn, and there was the sound of turning things in the storage room..."

He opened his hands, "Honey, what do you think this looks like?"

"This...this..." The grievances on Kerry Mulligan's face disappeared instantly, embarrassedly scratched and turned into gray blonde hair, and said, "I remember I opened the door, obviously How could the one that hung the lock on the door fall?"

Probably knowing that she was at fault, she smiled apologetically to Murphy, "I went to the storage room. It was a box with old clothes."

Murphy frowned and asked, "Why do you have the key?"

"Have you forgotten?" Her big eyes were full of innocence. "One time I helped Paul Wilson move things and asked if you could give me a key. You acquiesced at that time, and I went to Paul Wilson. Elson asked for a handful."

After trying hard to recall, Murphy remembered that it was before the shooting, but at the time it was obviously that he was too lazy to take care of her...

This is just a small question, and there is another very important question. Murphy did not continue to ask, and pointed to the storage room, "What are you doing with your old clothes?"

"Ah..." Carrie Mulligan lowered his head, looking pitiful, "Well, because I dropped out of school, I had a conflict with Uncle Julian...well, anyway, I moved out of his house. Find a place to live."

She raised her eyelids and glanced at Murphy secretly, "You are the best to me, I have no place to live now, you can't bear to let me live on the street, right?"

As if for fear that Murphy would disagree, Kerry Mulligan added, "If I live outside, I am also afraid of meeting someone like James Franco."

Murphy frowned, obviously still considering.

"Snee..." Kerry Mulligan also sneezed, flicking the dust off his blond hair, "Can I borrow the bathroom upstairs? I'm too dirty now."

Not to mention the visibly dusty blonde hair, her baby face was first baptized by dust, and then washed away by tears, it looked really horrible.

Murphy couldn't bear it, so he nodded slightly.

Carey Mulligan stood up, pointed to his hair and said, "You are dirty too."

Touching his short hair, his hands covered with dust, Murphy stood up and walked towards the stairs first, "I want to wash it too."

Behind, Kerry Mulligan looked at his back, his eyes flickering.