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Beth turned over, hugged Carl, and asked confusedly, "Is there anyone knocking on the door?"
Carl smiled at Beth and patted her on the back, "No, no, don't worry about him, just go back to sleep."
"Yeah." Beth agreed and fell into a dream again.
Someone did knock on the door, but Karl was too lazy to answer. What was wrong with someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night? Who cares who is outside?
However, it is obvious that the newcomer would not give up so easily.
"Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom!"
The knocking on the door became much louder, and it was obvious even though this bedroom was separated from the living room.
Karl curled his lips and closed his eyes. No matter who was outside, he would be scolded tomorrow.
"Carl." Beth was woken up by the knock on the door again. She patted Carl and said, "If someone really knocks on the door, if you don't want to go, I'll go."
"Damn it." Carl sighed helplessly, sat up from the bed, turned around and covered Beth with the quilt, got out of bed himself, and said:
"Go to sleep well. You are wearing a nightgown and you are not allowed to come out."
"Damn it, my nightgown is not revealing." Beth said dissatisfiedly while hugging the quilt.
"That won't work. I'm very jealous. For you, I can smash anyone's head."
"Haha, okay, okay, my little jealous guy." Beth didn't take it seriously. She felt sleepy and closed her eyes again.
Seeing this, Carl walked out of the bedroom door, closed it, and then opened the door of the room again.
"Carl, why don't you turn on the light?" It was Sean's voice, which Carl was very familiar with.
But in addition to Sean's voice, there was also a slightly heavy breathing sound.
Although it was a little dark without turning on the lights, Carl's eyes were familiar with the darkness and he still saw two figures outside the door.
"Because I'm very unhappy. Even if it's you, Sean, who disturbs me so late at night, I'm also very unhappy."
Karl said lightly as he walked to the side and turned on the light switch.
As the lights came on, the whole room was bright.
"Carl!" A burst of hurried footsteps came from behind.
Karl subconsciously dodged and turned around, looking at the man rushing towards him, and was stunned.
Sean forced a smile and said, "Carl, remember the surprise I told you about? Your father Rick, he is not dead, he is still alive, and he is right in front of you."
"Carl, my Carl, I am your father!" Rick seemed to be in disbelief and inexplicably sad because Carl actually avoided his arms.
Carl tilted his head slightly and looked at him carefully. Although he was a little sloppy, his clothes were a little tattered, and he had a face full of white beard.
He had nothing in common with the father in his memory, but in another memory, it seemed that Rick looked like this when he was wandering around with his team before arriving in Alexandria.
But now, Rick seems more sloppy and haggard than during that period of time.
But if you compare it with Rick at that time, there is indeed a high degree of similarity.
However, although he knew that Rick would not die just like that, Carl still couldn't react to seeing Rick appear in this way, so suddenly, and in his and Beth's room.
Carl nodded, "Father, I know you are my father Rick. I haven't forgotten you, nor have I failed to recognize you, and I never thought you would die."
Hearing this, Rick was immediately delighted and opened his arms, wanting to hug Carl.
But Carl stretched out his hand and stopped Rick, "Stop,
my father,
Although I know you will miss me very much, you don't have to express your longing with a hug. If you really want to hug me, at least take a shower and change into clean clothes. I just changed my clothes not long ago and I don't want to dirty them. "
Rick was stunned and looked at Carl in surprise. An indescribable feeling of sadness spread in his heart.
"Carl, how do you talk to your father!" Sean scolded immediately upon seeing this.
"Sean, don't talk to me in that tone. I don't like it." Carl looked at Sean calmly.
Rick opened his mouth, wanting to lecture his son like he always did before the disaster, but paused.
He forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I was in a hurry to escape. I really should have packed up before coming back. Sean, don't mind it."
Sean shook his head helplessly, "Why would I mind?"
While they were talking, Karl moved two chairs and placed them next to the sofa, "If you want, you can sit and talk."
As for why they had to take a chair when there was a sofa, Rick was really dirty and Sean wasn't much better now, so the sofa was difficult to clean.
And this is where he and Beth lie, just like a second bed, Carl doesn't want anyone other than himself and Beth to touch it.
Sean glanced at the sofa and raised his eyebrows, but still said nothing and sat quietly in the chair.
Rick also sat down, with his hands on his legs, looking a little reserved and awkward. Looking at Carl sitting on the sofa, he wanted to say a lot but didn't know where to start.
Carl looked at Sean and Ryan, neither of them spoke, so he had to speak for himself. After thinking for a while, Carl asked:
"How long did the battle last and what was the situation like?"
Sean replied, "The battle ended at dusk, but it took a long time to clean up the battlefield and deal with the prisoners. Then we had something to eat and came to find you.
Carl, your father Rick misses you very much. If I hadn't pulled him, he wouldn't have wanted to eat. I'm really sorry to disturb you so late at night, but you should be able to understand him."Carl raised his eyebrows slightly, "Captives? You won the battle? And you captured everyone else? How did you do it?"
In terms of combat power comparison, this result was somewhat beyond Carl's expectations. After the governor was captured, several more people were suddenly shot dead by the prison.
The remaining combat power of both sides should be similar, but the Governor's men have tanks and armored vehicles, and the prison's iron net has no ability to resist at all.
However, with the Governor in their hands, it is unlikely that Martinez and his men would simply storm the prison regardless of the Governor's life or death, otherwise Carl would not have returned with Beth.
According to Carl's prediction, the most likely scenario would be that the two sides would cease fire and negotiate terms, or Martinez and his men would retreat back to Woodbury.
"Everything depends on human effort." Sean smiled. "Maul and Daryl, and your father Rick. Oh, there's also a girl named Michonne, who your father brought back. She's very skilled, even beyond my expectations. They..."
"Sean, what are you telling a child about these things?"
Rick didn't want to talk at first. They were meeting again after a long time and should have had a lot to say. But Rick suddenly felt that Carl was a little strange. But now that Sean said these, Rick felt that it was not right to let Carl contact him so early, so he stopped him.
Rick gave Carl a somewhat stiff smile, although his thick beard made it difficult to see his specific expression.
"Karl, you are safe now. Now that I am back, I will definitely protect you."
Karl frowned slightly, but said nothing more.
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