Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Curious people went outside to see what was going on. Father Gerhardt also came outside immediately with two young priests.

Hermione grabbed Mrs. Dermot and Hans and just watched from the door. It was best not to join in the fun.

The ladies who had originally planned to go take a look saw Hermione holding Dermot and stayed here, looking at the wall of people in front.

Surrounded by the crowd, there were two homeless people lying motionless on the ground, with happy smiles on their faces.

There's a guy shaking a body yelling at Seth not to leave him or something like that.

At first, everyone thought they were just sleeping there, but when they arrived to drive them away, they found that they were unresponsive and had been dead for a long time.

Father Gerhardt checked their bodies and found that there were no signs of injury. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they died peacefully in their sleep.

"May you rest in peace in the heavenly temple of knowledge."

Father Gerhardt prayed and let the police who arrived deal with it. Then the crowd was allowed to disperse and leave. A few people died every day. Everyone was already used to it. What was strange was the way they died.

"That's good. I'll suffer less torture and die in a sweet dream."

"It's a bit strange. Although I have lost a little weight, I look quite healthy. It is not a new infectious disease. Emperor Roselle said that there are strange germs. I have to go back and disinfect them at high temperature."

"Then I'll go back and disinfect too."

...

Mrs. Dermot also said goodbye to them and returned to the place where she parked the carriage. The valet Cobb and the coachman Aesop stopped their eagerness to get ready and took Hermione and others into the carriage back.

Hermione once again saw the little boy she couldn't seem to forget outside the open car window. He was standing among the crowd, looking cleaner than before.

Hermione took out a Potkin and flicked it accurately into the pocket with a hole in his chest.

The boy also reacted and saw Hermione smiling in the small window, then waved and disappeared into the crowded street.

"Teacher Hermione, do you know anyone?"

Mrs. Dermot, who was sitting next to Hermione, also saw this scene and asked curiously.

"It's just a one-time encounter. I didn't expect to meet you again today."

"Teacher Hermione, it is a good thing to be caring, but you still have to be careful that you will be targeted by people with malicious intentions. Those people have bad conduct. What if you are caught in an alley."

"I'll pay attention."

Then Mrs. Dermot took Hermione's hand and talked about other things. Hans, who was sitting opposite, wanted to interrupt but couldn't. He looked helplessly with a small face, "This is obviously my teacher, okay?"

Mrs. Almiron also said goodbye to Redman and Mrs. Alter at the door of the church and left. Looking at Mrs. Dermot's carriage and Mrs. Almiron's figure going away, the two came to the side and continued chatting.

"Looks like Samonte has no chance."

"It's a pity, I still want to see her expression. It seems that I can only look at yours from now on."

"That charming girl, I don't know why, the more I look at her, the more I like her. Maybe I understand Dermot a little bit."

"I was also kind of attracted to the charm that she exuded."

"Did you say Almiron knew?"

"Our she should know, and she also knows that we know about her. Zolilia doesn't know, let's go and take a look!"

The two got into the same carriage and drove towards a street.

The thin old man pulled the boy against the shadow of the wall and looked at the marble square in front of him. The boy clenched the gold coin in his hand.

There were fewer pedestrians in front. The corpse of the deceased might have been thrown into the sea by the treacherous police, wrapped in a sack and thrown into the sea with stones. The cemetery costs money.

"Schiller, you have to understand your position and spread His gospel for God. The lady just now is very good. You should find an opportunity to use her good impression of you to let her join in."

"I do not like this."

"Aren't you eager to see her? Let her be one of us, so you can see her every day."

"Let me think."

"Don't be too anxious, just figure it out. It will be a big help to us."

After finishing speaking, the old man held a conch and started chatting with the people next to him with a smile. The policeman who had finished handling the matter passed by and seemed to know the old man.

"Old Taton, why don't you go to the place where the fish is sold? I didn't expect you to be still alive."

"Sir, I'm not harassing pedestrians this time. Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Looking at the frightened old man, the policeman smiled and left. , the old man spat at their backs, his eyes returned to a deep look, and he left with the little boy.

In the warm afternoon, Hermione and Mrs. Dermot lay lazily on the small balcony outside. The wind chimes tied to the eaves jingled in the breeze.

Inside the semi-elliptical transparent glass, thin ropes are connected to smooth white metal, and the breeze lifts the low, slender rectangular white cardboard.

"Teacher Hermione, is this the sound of wind and nature? It's really a nice treat. I think this will be welcomed by everyone."

"As long as you don't mind the noise."

"Teacher Hermione, why did you come up with the idea of ​​naming it after 'Marple Austin's Wind Chimes'!"

"When people go out to make a living, they have to have a few aliases. This is good."

Hermione found a reasonable reason. If this could be promoted, and the name Marple Austen, Jane and Poirot would also notice it.

"I have given many to other ladies in the town. I believe they will also like it. Such a comfortable life is very suitable for listening to the sounds of nature."

After Mrs. Dermot discovered that Hermione tinkered with wind chimes, she decided to promote it out of professional instinct to see if it had commercial value. Of course, she kept the original version that Hermione created.

For this reason, Hermione also gave the wind chimes a name and sent some to everyone she knew, just as sending blessings to relatives and friends.

When Hong was called out to give away this pile of things, Hong directly laughed at himself: Disaster brings blessings, and you die quickly, right?

After sending it away, Hong played another prank on himself, almost frightening Dafik who came to pack his things. He couldn't remember much about this guy, so he had to find a good opportunity to threaten him to tell him.

When the Royce family woke up in the morning, they saw a letter on the table, with two oval white gold bells on it and a wind chime decorated with purple butterflies.

Royce and others read the letter, and Grohl took one in one hand and shook it, making a clear jingling sound. Then they came together and read the letter together.

"The sound of wind chimes ringing in the breeze represents my calling and longing for you...

Grohl read this sentence and spoke his thoughts.

"I didn't expect Sister Hermione to miss me so much. I can't forgive her for leaving me without saying goodbye, and for transferring her love for me to that fraudster Hans. There must be a big evil behind the small appearance, Sister Hermione Don’t let him fool you.”

When everyone present wanted to tease her, Grohl took the wind chime and installed it by the window without paying any attention to everyone's explanations. Immerse yourself in your own thoughts.

Likewise Celia and Voss received wind chimes named Marple Austin. The two looked at the symmetrical bell heads in front of them, one purple and one black.

"Hermione sister is so funny. She understands me."

Celia hit Voss with the wind chime in her hand, making a crisp clanging sound.

Derrick, who was far away in Bayam, also hung a string on the window, making it jingle with the sound brought by the sea breeze.

"It can be used to decorate Mr. Fool's church. Hermione has a good idea. I believe the believers will be happy if I put a blessing on it. This will also give everyone some protection."

Hermione, who was lying on the chair, felt the call from far away, but she didn't expect it to be useful.

Then she sat up straight. Mrs. Dermott, who was covering her belly with an open book next to her, saw Hermione sitting up straight and curiously asked her what she was excited about.

"Teacher Hermione, those sports suits are almost ready. I'm waiting for you to teach me."

"Actually, I'm pretty good too. Don't blame me too much when the time comes."

"I won't accuse you, but Teacher Hermione has to come and chat with me tonight. There are many collections in the wine cellar, and new ones are coming."

"This this…

Hermione thought about her drunken sleep talk a few days ago and didn't dare to sleep with everyone again, lest she do something outrageous again.

'Have you seen that woman? She is so old, but she is still a little girl who is attached to her mother and sister. You can't be like her when she hugs someone and calls her mom or sister while she's sleeping. You have to be more mature. '

This is simply social death! Hermione's old face turned red again, but fortunately her warm red hair reduced some of the color difference for her.

"Teacher Hermione, don't worry, we will keep it a secret. Didn't you say before that I could come to you to talk to you when I have troubles? Are you already tired of me?"

Mrs. Dermot's eyes turned red as she spoke. Hermione saw that she quickly agreed to dig the hole for herself. If you can't get up, just keep digging down!