Kapitel 462: The Memory That Makes One's Heart Beat

Cheese began to observe Iron Whistle carefully again.

Most of the time, Iron Whistle remained motionless---Of course, Cheese couldn't see Iron Whistle often.

Cheese didn't find an effective way to communicate with Iron Whistle yet---because Iron Whistle couldn't speak.

But, he thought that Iron Whistle could understand what he said. Although, they usually met at night.

At night, Cheese would always come out quietly after getting everything done at home---The cement pipe on the empty floor before the basement had already become the secret base for them.

"Iron Whistle, where do you live?"

"Iron Whistle, where would you go during the day? Do you always hide here?"

"Iron Whistle, where are you from? Why you look so weird? Where is your family?"

Cheese had so many questions.

These days, He had asked all the questions that he could think of --- Of course, he didn't get any reply.