Natasha looked up.

Erin, sitting opposite, frowned and confused.

quite a while.

Natasha handed over the information in her hand: "According to our blood tests and quick body analysis on the way back, you are very clean and very clean!"

Erin took the information handed over, looked at the symbols that looked as if they were astronomical, and looked up: "What does this mean?"

Helen, who was sitting next to her, took the information from Erin.

Before meeting George, or before giving birth to Gwen, Helen had been working at the New Amsterdam Hospital. Most of the New York Police Department's police officers' wives or girlfriends were nurses or doctors at this hospital.

This also indirectly illustrates one thing, the high risk rate of New York Police Department police officers.

Natasha looked at Erin, who looked confused but not fake: "It means you have never touched over-the-counter narcotics, and there is no indication in your body, but there is still some error because it is a quick test."

For some reason, Erin breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." Natasha smiled: "But in the past five years, there are still no, and it is still very accurate, unless you sucked five years ago, there may be no difference, but in these five years, you are 100% clean, and our technology has never missed this."

no way.

Who made SHIELD the boss of the five overlords?

Just in time, one of the five overlords has a firm attitude towards drug addiction.

Who asked the overlord to invest only and not let S.H.E.L.D. participate in the affairs there. But in order to show that he is a financial backer, he asked all the agents under S.H.E.L.D. to be very tough. Other overlords agreed to make the name S.H.E.L.D.

so……

SHIELD's technology may not be very mature when detecting other things, but it is 100% accurate to detect whether there is a drug addiction.

"What?"

"In five years?"

"clean?"

Erin and Hank were both surprised when they heard this, and then Erin couldn't help looking at Helen.

After reading the report on the information, Helen nodded despite her doubts: "They are right. At least, from this information, you are very clean, Erin."

Erin opened her mouth wide in surprise: "How is this possible?"

If she had no medicine addiction, she would feel so uncomfortable and want to die so much. She even thought about not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to the reservoir to swim, and numbing herself with cold water?

etc.

Next second.

Erin's whole body was as if her brain had been electrocuted.

He thought of the vampire who stopped her, blocked her directly, then pinched her mouth and headed towards the bottle of purple, melting liquid in her mouth.

so……

He didn't intend to harm me, but was going to save me?

But why are you so tough? You can say that I promise to drink it myself, and I don’t even know what the taste is.

Erin tried hard to recall the feeling of the bottle of purple liquid.

result……

Recalling a loneliness.

The black widow and the imitation bird looked at Erin's expression, looked at each other, and then looked at Erin: "Ms. Lindsey, have you thought of why?"

Erin came back to her senses, looked at the black widow and the imitation bird, frowned, and then told the vampire who stopped her car, got in, met and directly poured her potion.

Seeing this, Locke, the clone over there, temporarily retracted his main sight from the clone.

Deep mountains.

Lao Lin.

Birds chirp.

Under the moonlight, a handsome and feminine handsome guy in a suit, with a punk style and a smoky makeup, he looked sixteen or seventeen years old, but because he was a vampire, he looked at each other and was speechless.

An emotion is quietly arising...

Locke interrupted directly and said, "Your name."

Mevis looked up, curious, and looked at Locke: "Mevis, my name."

Mevis?

Locke looked through his memory palace, checked a vacant, and asked curiously: "How old are you?"

"I'm 114 years old and I'm going to be an adult for four years."

“…”

one hundred……

wrong.

As a vampire adult, Locke found a book he read when he was five years old. It was also his initial equipment. It records that in the history of vampires, one hundred and eighteen years old belonged to adulthood.

If she was twenty-one, it means that Mevis was the same as her this year, just so she was seventeen years old.

Locke nodded, then, thinking and looking at Mevis looking at her eyes, the expectant and unsatisfied look, he was a little confused: "Do we... know?"

Mevis nodded first, then shook his head.

Locke was stupid.

Meves's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He lowered his head, took out a small purse, and then searched for a few times, and then, a diary that obviously couldn't be stuffed, even seemed to have some thoughts was taken out of the small purse.

Locke's eyebrows beat.

Storage space?

wrong.

A certain kind of space magic storage technique, this is the Federation, not the East, only magic, no fantasy.

After Mevis found the diary, he quickly flipped through it, and then turned to the diary and faced Rock.

Locke looked at it with a fixed eye.

The diary was written in Old English.

fine.

This is not a problem for Locke. After all, in the last college alliance knowledge competition, Locke also had some skills in Old English.

"Dear Mevis, hello, I'm very happy. You've grown up one year ago, and there are only four years left before your adulthood."

"It's a pity that mom can't be with you."

"But, Mom has prepared a gift for you, my dear daughter."

"About love, I know that you must be fantasizing about what your future husband will look like at this time."

"Mom has fantasized about it."

"so……"

"Mom used our witch's power to divine, and I saw it, my dear daughter."

"He's there."

"I set up magic for this diary for you because I know that your dad will peek and stop you, so when you can see this line of words, release the paper pigeon I left for you when you are five years old, and follow her, and she will take you to see the right person in your future."

"He will protect you, just as your father once protected me, and willing to be enemies of the whole world."

"My dear daughter, I hope you can enjoy this gift from me."

"But he probably won't believe that you can show him this diary. If he is the person I saw, then he can turn the next page."

"Happy seventeen years old, my dear daughter."

"Love your mom."

“…”

Witch.

vampire.

Lock seemed to have thought of something, and looked in front of him with an excited look, as if he was counting on him to do something: "Your father won't be called Count Dracula, right?"

Meves' eyes lit up and he nodded: "What mother said is indeed correct, you are my husband."

Locke opened his mouth.

What the hell?

It's nonsense.

It's been a century, and no one will believe in prophecy.
To be continued...