Chapter 1242

Wendell is an extremely ordinary Muggle man.

He went to work in the factory every day and worked hard for his promotion and raise; As soon as it was time to get off work, he immediately rushed home to have a look at his daughter who had just been born.

To be honest, his life can not be regarded as happiness - he has only been married to his wife for more than two years. The young couple seem to have suddenly entered a period of burnout. The passionate time before marriage fades faster than the poor sweater.

No way, because of pregnancy and childbirth, his wife quit her job as a salesman in the mall. As a result, the burden of maintaining the family's livelihood suddenly fell on Wendell.

In order to make his wife and daughter better, Wendell worked hard every day.

The work of the factory is paid by piece. The workload exceeding the fixed task quota every day will bring him more pounds as a bonus at the end of the month.

But obviously, it must be very difficult to balance work and family at the same time. Even though he thinks about his beloved wife and lovely children every day, his tired body and busy schedule make him somewhat unable to accompany him.

Even every night, he always sleeps with his pillow, making his wife feel like lying with a dead body.

So, just the night before yesterday, his gentle wife quarreled with him.

Yes, Wendell can actually understand his wife's feelings. After all, although he worked hard, it must not be easy for his wife to take care of children and housework at home alone every day.

But what can be done?

However, Wendell never thought that the day after his quarrel with his wife, the whole London was shrouded in an incredibly thick fog.

There is no doubt that the factory's production line can only be shut down in such a hazy fog.

This fog is like an opportunity given by God, so that he can have an absolute reason to stay at home with his wife and daughter.

Therefore, while Wendell complained loudly this morning, there was a trace of inexplicable joy in his heart. And he also knew that this joy could not be exchanged for the few pounds he earned every day.

Unfortunately, he didn't know at that time that the holiday seemed to fall from the sky was a nightmare.

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"Boom -"

A dull explosion suddenly sounded from a street not far away. His wife, who was washing dishes, broke a plate with a "crash".

Then the frightened daughter began to cry.

Wendell hurried to the kitchen area, hugged his frightened wife, and looked out of the window in front of the pool.

But now there is fog everywhere outside. At a glance, it's just a gray one. You can't really see anything.

"Honey, just... What's that?"

"It sounds like something blew up, a car or a gas pipeline?" Wendell shook his head. "I don't know. Who knows?"

When the wife heard the speech, she couldn't help thinking:

"Could it be... A bomb? An attack?"

"How could it be!" Wendell immediately patted her on the arm and comforted her. "It's okay - this is London, it's okay!"

Even if you stand here and look out, you just can't see anything clearly. So after he said this, he immediately took his wife to the house.

"Don't wash it yet. Let's go and see our daughter..."

But before he finished, he suddenly saw another figure running quickly from the window in the corner of his eyes. He was so surprised that he quickly dragged his wife back two steps.

"What's the matter?" his wife asked hurriedly. "What happened?"

"No, um..."

Wendell didn't know what to say - their house was an apartment. This was the fourth floor! How could someone pass by outside their window?

Although he felt that his eyesight was very good and should not have been wrong just now, he shook his head after hesitating.

"Nothing. It seems that a bird or something flew outside just now, which startled me."

"Really?"

The wife glanced suspiciously at the window and whispered:

"Don't be so surprised. I was shocked by you!"

Both the husband and wife withdrew from the window somewhat uneasily, and then both turned and walked to the room - the baby daughter has been crying until now. She must be frightened. They have to coax.

Back in the room, Wendell watched his wife pick up the child, carefully wipe away the tears for his daughter, hold it in his arms and shake it gently. He stared at the child with a spoiled face for a while, and then looked at the window with some uneasiness.

Like the kitchen, you can still see nothing from the window here. Not only that, the fog also penetrated through the gap in the window, which made him worried about whether it would have a bad impact on his daughter's health.

"Honey, I saw the Wilson family across the street going out this morning, as if they were leaving London. I was thinking, shall we take our daughter to my parents for a few days?"

"Well, all right!"

When the wife heard this, she immediately nodded, but she soon worried about the tunnel:

"But... You said you wouldn't be in danger? Look at the explosion just now... Besides, today's TV and radio can't receive signals."

"It should be all right..."

Seriously, Wendell had no bottom at all. All he knew was that he couldn't panic, because if he panicked, his wife would be even more afraid.

What's more, this is the British capital London! If it's not safe here, is there a safe place in Britain?

But just then, a chaotic noise suddenly sounded from the gate, making Wendell look sluggish.

"Like Wilson? Don't come out. I'll see what's wrong."

"Be careful!"

Wendell nodded to his worried wife, then immediately turned out of the room, ran behind the door and listened.

It can be heard that several people outside seem to be arguing about something, which makes it difficult for him to hear clearly through the door. But he heard Mr. Wilson's voice, which he knew very well, with a slightly hoarse voice.

At the next moment, Wendell carefully opened the door a crack. He first confirmed that there were no strangers outside, and then dared to open the door completely.

"... stop quarreling! What's the use of quarreling here! Not to mention that the intersection is blocked like that, and there are soldiers outside. I'm sure I can't get out today! I'd better go home and stay honestly!"

Mr. Wilson's voice was still so loud that one could suppress the voices of his wife and mother. But the two women ignored him completely and were still arguing there. Listening to what they said, it seemed that Mrs. Wilson had to leave this "ghost place".

"Wilson, outside... What the hell happened?"

Seeing this, Wendell had to go over and ask loudly at his throat. Then he saw his neighbor turn his head to see him.

"It's the army. The army has blocked all the roads out of London!" Mr. Wilson immediately waved his hand. "There are rioters in the city, but the army doesn't allow us to take refuge... God! What a mess!"

"Oh! Mob?"

When Wendell heard this, he subconsciously turned back and glanced at home. When he saw that his wife really didn't come out after listening to him, he was a little relieved. He knew that his wife was always timid. If he heard of a mob or something, he would be frightened.

On the other side, Mr. Wilson said:

"In fact, we haven't seen any thugs - I saw such a heavy fog this morning, so I wanted to go out early, because we were going to visit our relatives today. I drove very slowly all the way, and I didn't see any thugs or other people. Finally, I heard from others after I was blocked on the road."

"Is that so?" Wendell thought and frowned. "Mob... That sounds terrible! Oh, you should have heard an explosion when you just came back? Then... Did the mob do it?"

"Maybe!" Mr. Wilson shrugged. "It sounds like it's on the next street... Alas, what kind of world is this! It was fine yesterday..."

While they were talking, Mr. Wilson's wife and mother had quarreled at home from outside, which finally made the aisle a little quiet.

Mr. Wilson looked back slightly and said:

"I have to go back and persuade them again. I'm sorry... Anyway, I'd better stay at home and don't run around for the time being! Remember to lock the door when you get home!"

After saying goodbye to Wendell, Wilson turned and walked into their house and closed the door tightly.

Wendell watched him go home, immediately ran back to the living room, quickly closed the door, and then frowned solemnly at the door.

Military blockade? mob? What and what!

He has lived such a big life, but he hasn't experienced it once. He really doesn't know what to do for a while.

"Honey?"

A few minutes later, perhaps the wife was a little worried when she heard that there was no sound outside. She suddenly put her head out of the room and looked at it secretly. Seeing him standing alone at the door, he couldn't help calling him.

"Oh," Wendell immediately turned back and forced a smile at his wife, "it's really the Wilson family. It's all right... The child doesn't cry? Is he asleep?"

"Well," the wife gently hugged her daughter and nodded her head, "dear, Mr. Wilson, how did they come back? What happened outside?"

Seeing his wife's question, Wendell didn't know how to answer, so he couldn't help being a little silent.