On a quiet afternoon, Jack gently pulled over a wooden stool and sat down slowly. Clare stood opposite him, holding his hands tightly, as if she could only feel a little safe when she was close to Jack.
Jack stared into Clare's clear eyes and whispered, "From now on, that man will disappear from this world. He deserves it. You don't have to let his shadow over your life anymore."
Clare nodded slightly, her voice with a hint of maturity: "I've been much better these days. Mom always comes home late, I don't know many people around her, and sometimes I worry so much that I can't sleep..."
Jack didn't want her to continue to immerse herself in these worries, so he interrupted her and asked, "How did you transfer to another school after you arrived at the orphanage?"
Clare, a seven-year-old girl, is currently in the second grade. Her school is located in the Old Town No. 1 School near the Ivy Community. If she enters the orphanage now, her study and life will continue here.
Clare shook her head and frowned slightly: "Sister Rainy said she is still processing my transfer procedures."
Jack comforted her softly: "This place is like a big family. Sister Rainy is very good to you. There are many friends. You can live and play together. What you have to do now is to concentrate on studying and get along well with your friends..."
Before he finished speaking, Clare stretched out her arms and hugged Jack tightly. This time, because Jack was sitting, Clare's head just rested on his shoulder.
Soon, a slight crying sound came, the sound was very small, if the two were not so close, Jack could hardly hear it.
Clare cried softly and whispered at the same time: "I will only cry this time, this is the last time, I will not cry again in the future."
Jack couldn't help sighing in his heart when he heard these stubborn words, especially the little adult-like tone, but he didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly in his arms.
He decided to support Clare in life in the future and visit her in the orphanage frequently.
Eva's figure emerged in his mind. If she hadn't disappeared, perhaps they would have entered the palace of marriage by now, and they would have a well-behaved and sensible child like Clare in a few years.
"Clare, don't be sad, Uncle Shen will come to see you every week in the future and bring you delicious food..." Jack's words were suddenly interrupted by Clare.
She sobbed softly and said word by word: "I have been thinking these days that my mother is gone, and the only person in the world who still cares about me is you. And here..."
She raised her head and looked around: "It's too strange for me, so I have been thinking, can I..."
Jack came out of room 307 and was still digesting Clare's words.
"Adopt?"
He felt a little incredible. After all, he is still unmarried and even his girlfriend is missing. How will he continue his life if he suddenly adopts a second-grade child?
If his parents who are far away in other states knew, they might object because they don't understand his relationship with Clare.
Nevertheless, apart from the relationship and understanding with Clare, they do have a certain tacit understanding, and adopting Clare is not a completely unacceptable idea.
It's just that this happened too suddenly, and he needs time to adapt.
Jack remembered that on Earth before the crossing, there seemed to be a rule that the age difference between the opposite sex must be greater than 40 years old, otherwise the adoption application would be rejected.
But in this world, there is no such rule. As long as both parties are familiar with each other, you are willing, and the adopter is mentally healthy, has no criminal record, and has the conditions to create a convenient life and growth environment for the adoptee, you can submit an adoption application to the city hall.
In this way, the world before rebirth seems to be full of defense, while this world is much simpler.
Jack thought about his financial conditions. It has been like this since graduating from college. When he was with Eva, they saved some money. But later, in order to find the missing Eva, all the money was used up, and now there is almost no savings.
However, what surprised Jack was that Clare's money, to be precise, the money left to her by her mother, was actually hundreds of thousands!
If I adopt her now, I really can't tell who is taking advantage. Of course, this money can only be used for Clare's living and growth expenses.
After Jack walked out of the room and closed the door, Clare immediately climbed onto the chair near the window, knelt on it, and looked at the children chasing and playing outside the window.
She looked quiet, and seemed particularly sensible compared to other children of the same age.
At this time, volunteer Rainy was standing in the corridor outside the door, scratching her hair with both hands. The bun she had just tied had been put down, and her sharp nails scratched on her scalp and made a friction sound.
After seeing Jack come out, she put down her hands and gave an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened recently. My head is itchy and there is a lot of dandruff. I tried several shampoos and they didn't work."
While explaining, she quickly tied her hair back up.
Jack casually replied: "You can't just use shampoo in your case. You may need to go to the pharmacy to buy medicated shampoo. It may be caused by dandritis."
Rainy was stunned for a moment. She obviously didn't expect this level. She immediately expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, I will go to the pharmacy after get off work."
As the two went downstairs, Jack also took the opportunity to ask about the procedures required to adopt Clare.
Rainy was very pleased that Clare had a good home, so she answered very carefully, including submitting the adoption application to the Civil Affairs Department of the City Hall, submitting a copy of the ID card, proof of income, proof of assets, proof of no criminal record, etc.
After sending Jack all the way to the door of the orphanage, Rainy said goodbye and turned back.
Jack went through the materials required for adoption in his mind, looked back at Rainy who was returning to the building in the courtyard, and found that she began to scratch her hair again.
After returning to the rental house and having dinner, Jack took the blood pupil sculpture on the workbench. While looking at the black shadow of the blood pupil in the sculpture, he began to carve the second half of the sculpture, that is, the part of the eye nerve, and sorted out the lines and veins of the nerve.
In this process, Jack kept recalling the moment when the blood pupil, supported by the eye nerve, jumped onto his arm like an octopus, and he would feel sick from time to time.
But it was this feeling that made him more meticulous and more agile when carving these eye nerves. The lines of each eye nerve seemed to come alive, like wriggling flesh whiskers.
At nearly one o'clock in the morning, the entire sculpture named "Blood Pupil" was finally completed.
Jack stared at the blood pupil with doting eyes for a long time, just like looking at his own child, and finally climbed into bed to sleep.
At this time, he also found that his mental antibody level had reached the highest level, that is, level 5, and the progress bar no longer increased, but became a black progress bar.
With this level of mental resistance, Jack has the confidence to face any abnormality now.
Of course, this is purely mental. If the physical attack of the abnormality is very strong, he will need his own changed physical strength and the strange power of his hands to deal with it.