Chapter 1241 Lock City

Wendell is an extremely ordinary Muggle man.

He goes to work in the factory every day, working hard for his promotion and salary increase; and when the off-duty time comes, he rushes back home immediately, just to take another look at his newly born daughter.

To be honest, his life is not really a happy one. He and his wife have only been married for less than two years. This young couple seems to have entered a period of burnout all of a sudden. The passionate time before marriage fades faster than a poor-quality sweater .

No way, because of the relationship between pregnancy and childbirth, the wife quit her job as a salesperson in the mall. And in this way, the burden of maintaining the family's livelihood fell on Wendell all of a sudden.

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

Work in the factory is paid on a piece-by-piece basis, and any daily workload that exceeds the fixed task quota will bring him more pounds as a monthly bonus.

But obviously, it must be very difficult to juggle work and family at the same time. Even though he was thinking about his beloved wife and lovely children every day, his exhausted body and busy schedule made him somewhat unable to accompany him.

Even every night, he always fell asleep with his pillow on his head, making his wife feel as if she was lying with a dead body.

So, just the night before yesterday, his wife who was originally very gentle still had a fight with him.

Yes, Wendell can actually understand his wife's feelings very well. After all, although he himself worked hard, it must be difficult for his wife to take care of the children and do housework alone at home every day.

But what can be done about this?

However, Wendell never expected that on the second day after he and his wife quarreled, the whole of London would be shrouded in an impossibly thick fog.

There is no doubt that the production line of the factory must be shut down in such a foggy day that even the indoors become a little hazy.

This fog seemed to be an opportunity given to him by God, so that he could have an absolute reason to stay at home with his wife and daughter.

Therefore, while Wendell was complaining loudly this morning, there was an inexplicable joy in his heart. And he also understands that this joy cannot be exchanged for the few pounds he earns every day.

Unfortunately,

At the time, he didn't know that this vacation that seemed to have fallen from the sky was a nightmare at all.

...

"boom"

A dull explosion suddenly sounded from a certain street not far away, frightening the wife who was washing the dishes with a "crash" and smashed a plate.

Then, the frightened daughter began to cry.

Wendell hurried to the kitchen area, hugged his wife who was still in shock, and then looked down at the window in front of the sink.

But now there is fog everywhere outside, and at first glance, it is just a piece of gray, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"Honey, just now... what is that?"

"It sounds like something exploded, is it a car? Or a natural gas pipeline?" Wendell shook his head, "I don't know, who knows?"

When the wife heard this, she couldn't help but think wildly:

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

"How is it possible!" Wendell immediately patted her on the arm, comforting 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 finished saying this, he immediately dragged his wife into the house.

"Don't wash it yet, let's go see our daughter..."

But before he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw another figure rushing past the window, and he was so startled that he hurriedly dragged his wife back two steps.

"What's the matter?" His wife asked quickly, "What happened?"

"No, um..."

Wendell doesn't know how to say that their house is an apartment, this is the fourth floor! How could someone pass by their window?

Although he felt that his eyesight was very good and he shouldn't have misread it just now, after hesitating for a while, he still shook his head.

"It's nothing, it seemed like a bird or something flew outside just now, which startled me."

"yes?"

The wife glanced at the window suspiciously, then muttered in a low voice:

"Don't be so startled, I was just startled by you!"

Both husband and wife backed away from the window a little restlessly, and then both turned around and walked towards the room. The baby girl has been crying since just now, she must be terrified, they have to coax her.

Back in the room, Wendell watched his wife pick up the child, carefully wiped away the tears for her daughter, and gently shook her in her arms. He first stared at the child with a doting expression for a while, and then looked towards the window with some uneasiness.

Like the kitchen, looking out of the window here, you still can't see anything. Not only that, the mist also came in through the gaps in the windows, which made him very worried about whether it would have a bad impact on his daughter's health.

"Honey, I saw that the Wilson family across the street had gone out this morning, as if they were leaving London. I was wondering, should we also take our daughter to live with my parents for a few days?"

"Well, that's fine too!"

After the wife heard it, she nodded immediately, but soon said worriedly:

"But... you said that you will not be in danger? Look at the explosion just now... Moreover, the TV and radio can't receive any signal today."

"It should be fine... right?"

To be honest, Wendell has no idea at all. He only knew that he must not panic, because if he panicked, his wife would definitely be even more afraid.

What's more, this is London, the capital of the United Kingdom! If even here is not safe, is there a safe place in the whole of England?

But at this moment, a chaotic sound suddenly sounded from the door, causing Wendell's expression to freeze immediately.

"It seems to be Wilson? Don't come out, I'll go and see what's wrong."

"Be careful!"

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

It could be heard that there seemed to be several people arguing outside, and the chaos made it difficult for him to hear clearly through the door. But he still heard Mr. Wilson's voice. He was very familiar with that slightly hoarse voice.

The next moment, Wendell carefully opened the door a crack, and only after confirming that there were no unknown people outside, did he dare to open the door completely.

"...Stop arguing! What's the use of arguing here! Not to mention that the intersection is blocked like that, and there are soldiers blocking the outermost side. I will definitely not be able to get out today! It's better to go home and stay honestly Go!"

As expected, Mr. Wilson's voice was still so loud that he could suppress the voices of his wife and mother by himself. But the two women ignored him completely and were still arguing there. From what they said, it seemed that Mrs. Wilson insisted on leaving this "ghost place".

"Wilson, what's going on outside...?"

Seeing this, Wendell had to go over and ask loudly, only then did he see the neighbor turn his head to look at him.

"It's the army. The army blocked all the roads out of London!" Mr. Wilson immediately waved his hands. "There are thugs in the city, but the army doesn't allow us to go out to take refuge... Oh my god! What a mess!"

"Oh! Thugs?"

When Wendell heard this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at home, only to be a little relieved when he saw that his wife did not come out after hearing what he said. He knew that his wife had always been timid, and if she heard about thugs or something, she would definitely be terrified.

On the other side, Mr. Wilson said again:

"Actually, we didn't see the thugs in such a heavy fog this morning. I just wanted to go out as soon as possible, because we were going to visit relatives' houses today. I drove very slowly along the way, and I didn’t see any thugs, and I finally heard about it from others after being blocked on the road.”

"Is that so?" Wendell thought for a while, and couldn't help frowning, "Thugs... this sounds really scary! Oh, when you just came back, you should have heard the explosion, right? Then... Could it be that the thugs did it too?" of?"

"Perhaps!" Mr. Wilson shrugged. "It sounds like it's in the next street... Oh, what's wrong with this world! It was fine yesterday..."

While the two were talking, Mr. Wilson's wife and mother had already quarreled at home from outside, which finally made the hallway a little quieter.

Mr. Wilson turned his head slightly, and then said:

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

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

Seeing him coming home, Wendell rushed back to the living room and quickly closed the door, and then frowning and staring at the door in a daze.

Army blockade? thug? What is this all about!

He has never experienced such a thing in such a big life, and he really didn't know what to do for a while.

"Dear?"

A few minutes later, probably because the wife was a little worried when she heard that there was no sound outside, she suddenly poked her head out of the room and took a peek. Seeing him standing alone at the door in a daze, she couldn't help calling him.

"Oh," Wendell turned around immediately, forced a smile at his wife, "It's indeed Wilson and his family, it's all right... The child stopped crying? Did he fall asleep?"

"Well," the wife gently hugged her daughter and nodded slightly, "My dear, why are Mr. Wilson and the others back? Did something happen outside?"

Seeing his wife asking, Wendell didn't know how to answer, so he couldn't help but fell silent for a while.