Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 83: No Foot on the Ground
boom.
A muffled sound broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the cream-colored light in the room rippled gently. Nate paused in his coffee and suddenly raised his head to look over.
Then, Nate saw Kirk standing next to the sofa with his eyes tightly closed, his face wrinkled like a bun and full of pain, his right leg slightly raised off the ground, his hands stiff in the air as if he wanted to hug his knees but couldn't move, his mouth opened and shouted silently, just like some performance art.
Looking at the sofa that has moved one millimeter, it is easy to tell that Kirk must have kicked the sofa with his toes.
"A..."
Kirk's open mouth made no sound, and slowly, just like that, it closed, and finally turned into a look of gritting his teeth to endure the pain.
He finally put down his right leg carefully, but he didn't dare touch the ground with the forefoot. He stepped on his heels, deep and shallow, and limped forward His hands were groping around, but his expression was still rich, as if he could feel the thrill of electric shock, crackling in his muscles.
While waiting to turn around, Nate could see that Kirk still kept his eyes tightly closed, groping his way forward in the dark.
No wonder he bumped into the sofa.
Nate did not interrupt Kirk. His right hand, which had been paused in mid-air, continued to rise and brought the coffee to his mouth, pure black, double the amount, and he took a big sip.
That expression was like that of an enthusiastic audience enjoying a high-end pantomime performance.
This scene happens almost every morning.
In the name of allowing him to "sleep" a little longer, Kirk always groped his way to the bathroom with his eyes closed to wash up, and would not open his eyes until he was done.
But from Nate's point of view, it was basically an experience of life as a blind person, with many bumps and bruises along the way, and there were few places in Kirk's home where he had not yet hit a wall.
At the beginning, Nate was still frightened and was scared by Kirk every time, so Kirk learned his lesson and kept his mouth shut and tried not to shout as much as possible to avoid Nate worrying; but now, Nate is no longer surprised, as if he saw a mosquito flying past his eyes.
What's more, Nate had been busy working all night last night, relying on coffee and Red Bull to get through it. He really didn't have the energy to make a fuss. His calm mentality was comparable to that of an old monk in meditation. He watched Kirk groping his way past him quietly, indifferent.
turn out to be--
It's morning already.
The "McDonald case" must be overturned and started over again. Last night, he completed a series of communications with prosecutors and colleagues in the office through a conference call. As prosecutors, they cannot pin their hopes on the suspect's collapse and confession. They need more evidence to lock in this case.
At the same time, they need to try to control the situation before the media attacks. Time is short and every second counts. Even working all night is not enough.
call.
Nate drank the black coffee in the cup in one gulp. His numb taste buds could hardly feel the bitterness and instead began to feel it was bland.
He thought he might need an IV drip to inject the coffee directly into his body.
Standing up, Nate swiftly went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He needed to go to the prosecutor's office early in the morning, and it would be another busy day. In order to ensure today's work efficiency, he needed a rich and nutritious breakfast. The principle of sharpening the knife before chopping wood is not a difficult problem.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…
When Kirk finished washing up and returned to the hall, the air was filled with the aroma of toast, and the scent of wheat waves surging under his nostrils. The faint wheat aroma mixed with the dryness of the sun, the fragrance of the earth and the enthusiasm of sweat made people unable to help but take a deep breath.
At the same time, the bacon sizzling in the pan creates the rustling sound of drizzle. The whole world is isolated outside the rain curtain, and the space filled with charming aroma becomes quiet. Following the rich scent of milk and coffee, you can discover the happy treasure of Oz.
Kirk likes moments like this, a little peace in the midst of busyness, enjoying the lightness of the slow passage of time before starting a busy and chaotic day.
I stopped walking, as if all the sleepiness had finally gone away. The rumbling sound in my stomach was the result of my gluttony rolling around. I suddenly felt extremely hungry.
Kirk quickly scanned the surroundings and could tell immediately, "Did you stay up all night last night?"
"I need to go to the prosecutor's office as soon as possible. I should be very busy all day today." Nate did not answer directly, but went straight to the point, "Can you spare some time today to go to the repair shop to pick up the car?"
"Okay, I got it." Kirk did not refuse.
As soon as they sat down, Nate had already placed the plates in order and quickly completed the last step of scrambled eggs. Like a tornado, his figure appeared in every corner of the kitchen, and then piled the plate in front of Kirk full.
Bacon, scrambled eggs, sausages, buttered toast and a simple salad.
So abundant that it almost overflows.
Kirk's eyebrows raised slightly, and when he saw Nate hesitate for a moment and add another piece of bacon to his plate, he looked over.
Nate's movements stiffened for a moment, his expression was a little strange, his mouth moved and he mumbled, as if he wanted to say something, but when he noticed Kirk's half-smile, he felt annoyed and glared at Kirk, "I was too busy just now and didn't pay attention. I accidentally put too much material in."
Then, as if to justify himself, he said, "Don't waste food. Isn't that your famous saying?"
With that, Nate turned around, ignoring Kirk.
Washing kitchen utensils, tidying up the kitchen, no matter how busy or anxious he is, Nate always seems to find a way to squeeze out time to complete all chores in an orderly manner.
This is also a kind of ability.
However, this is still not all.
Nate was like a hard-working little bee, appearing in different corners of the apartment.
I sorted out documents, washed, changed clothes, and at the same time, I had a simple breakfast and drank a cup of black coffee while walking back and forth.
In Kirk's eyes, it was almost like triple fast forward mode, making him dizzy.
Finally, while Kirk was still enjoying breakfast, Nate rushed past with a briefcase, rushing out the door, leaving only a shadow.
In a blink of an eye, the apartment returned to silence.
Snapped.
The silence lasted only a second before the door of the apartment was reopened, breaking the tranquility again. Kirk subconsciously looked over. He thought Nate might have forgotten the document in his haste, but Nate's figure did not appear in his field of vision. Only a gust of wind swept past as the door opened.
"……Thanks."
boom.
The door of the apartment closed again, and the tornado rushed out again, and the chaos and waves disappeared along with it, and peace was restored again.
Baji, Baji.
Kirk chewed the crispy bacon carefully. The slightly burnt crisp texture spread between his lips and teeth. The smoked aroma mixed with butter and pork touched his mouth smoothly and softly. Goose bumps appeared uncontrollably, and with a sip of milk, all the pores on his body opened instantly.
It's another beautiful morning.
