[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Wensti stared at the old man who was possessed by the silkworm spirit, she could clearly see the cicada spirit possessed in his body, sucking the spirit from his body inch by inch.

Silkworm spirits are not difficult monsters. They usually hide deep in the ground and only come out in spring. They act very sneaky, like bullying people in society. They usually possess the weak and weak. Human body resistance is relatively tenacious, and it is not so easy for silkworm spirits to possess it.

The old man possessed by the silkworm spirit showed fear when he saw Wensty. Like all bullies who are afraid of the strong, they only dare to bully what they can bully. Once they encounter someone who is stronger than themselves, they will show fear. A sense of timidity.

The old man's body trembled, he turned around and wanted to run down the mountain, but Wen Sidi chased after him from behind.Although there was a silkworm spirit living in the old man's body, it was an old man's body after all, and his speed was not as fast as that of a young and dexterous girl. Wensti grabbed his clothes and dragged him to face her.

Winsty chanted a binding spell to restrain him, and he struggled to fall to the ground, with his face up to the sky, like a wriggling silkworm.

The person who went up the mountain with him saw his appearance, walked over cautiously, kicked him lightly, and he just squirmed while being restrained, without any violent reaction.

"Little girl, what did you do to him?"

The interrogator was impolite and angry.

Wensti glanced at him, but didn't say anything about his being possessed by the silkworm spirit.

Demon hunters have a rule: unless it is absolutely necessary, do not reveal your identity, and do not take the initiative to reveal the existence of undead monsters in the world.

This rule is mainly to avoid causing panic in the human world. There are always some people in the human race who will kill or abuse this power indiscriminately after learning that there is a threatening power in the world, but not every kind of alien soul is the same. Evil is like being either human or good.

The silkworm spirit is temporarily restrained by Wensty's spell, and what needs to be done now is to get rid of the silkworm spirit in the old man's body.

"Mom and Dad, help me carry him back."

Morticia and Gomez in front of the iron gate were kissing passionately, and Wensty's words were blowing past them like a gust of wind, not a single word was blown into their ears.

Winsty: ...

Forget that her parents are not in the honeymoon period for a moment.

The people around heard the words and looked at Morticia and Gomez.After seeing their actions, they couldn't help but frown. They were a little displeased. Now that there was such a large living person whose condition was unknown lying on the ground, the couple still had the leisure to kiss.

"Gary," Winsty called out into the courtyard, "help!"

"What are you going to do?" Some people realized that they hadn't figured out what the girl in front of them had done to the old man.

Gary held out the branch.

Wensti looked at the people who went up the mountain. There were only two or three young people. The old man who had been possessed by the silkworm spirit was the oldest, and there were a few other elderly people.

"After you go back, spray more disinfectant at home and smoke the room with wormwood."

Before anyone could ask, Gary had already stretched out the branches, rolled up the old man on the ground, let Winsty climb onto the branches, hooked the collars of Morticia and Gomez, and led them into the yard until sunset. On the ground, the mouths of Morticia and Gomez have not been separated.

Winsty: "Thank you, Gary."

Gary bowed with two branches like human hands, signaling her that you are welcome.

The outsiders, the old Adams family and the old man just disappeared in front of their eyes. They glanced at each other, and after confirming that the branches full of spirituality were not illusions, they gathered outside to quarrel, and the light of the torches shone in the dark night.

They yelled and demanded that the old man be returned, and if the Adams family refused, they would force their way in.

The words fell into Morticia's ears. She finally left her lover's lips, turned her head, and said to the worried Winsty, "Don't worry, it's not that easy to break into our house."

"House is going to lose his temper."

Gomez looked up at the roof, and Winsty followed Gomez's gaze and saw a puff of white smoke rising from the chimney.

She covered her ears, and Gomez and Morticia also helped each other cover their ears, and then read words of praise from each other's mouth movements.

"roll!"

A loud cry came from Adams Castle, accompanied by a gust of wind, blowing out the torches of the people outside the iron gate, forcing them back a few meters abruptly.

The fire suddenly disappeared, and the outside fell into darkness.

Morticia clapped his hands: "This is what the night should look like."

After a while, the outside of the manor became quiet, and the people who went up the mountain aggressively went down the mountain dejectedly.

Wensty asked Lingdie to give them a ride, not only to guide them, but also to keep them safe.There is a demon hunter's spell on the spirit butterfly, which can suppress timid monsters like silkworm spirits.

Wensty asked Luke to carry Pugsley in, and found an empty room to use as a laboratory. A big house is good, and there are many free rooms, which can be used at will.

The silkworm spirit is most afraid of heat. If the silkworm spirit is to be forced out of the old man's body, the old man's body temperature must reach a temperature that the silkworm spirit cannot bear.

The silkworm spirit in the old man's body tried his best to break free from the shackles of Wensty's spell. The old man's body kept shaking. Wensty fixed his limbs and strengthened the spell bound to the old man's body again.

It was already late at night, and usually at this time, the Adams family would have already got into their respective beds, but today they were wearing pajamas, hiding neatly outside Winsty's temporary laboratory and peeking, with one head resting on the other. head.At the bottom is Pugsley with grandmother on the head, then Morticia with Gomez next to her, Luke's big oblong face next to Gomez's head, with his hands on Luke's on the head.

Morticia: "What is my little beauty doing?"

"I don't know, but that old man is in pain, it must be a wonderful feeling." Gomez showed an intoxicated look on his face.

The grandmother patted Pugsley's head excitedly, and said in a low voice: "Did you see the bowl of purple things in Wensty's hand? She must be pouring a poisonous potion on that person, so I will Said she had a demon's soul in her!"

Wensti was concentrating on it. It was true that she wanted to pour the old man with the potion, but there was no poison in the potion. This bowl of potion was to protect the old man's body.

She twisted the old man's nose and poured him a drink. After drinking the medicine, the old man gradually calmed down, his green eyes slowly closed, and his body became weak.

"Wow!" Wensty's next move made the family members guarding the door exclaim.

They saw that Wensty closed his eyes, crossed his hands against his forehead, and after reading a sentence, a burst of dark blue flames erupted from the old man's body.

In that "wow", the voice was rich in layers, and as soon as she heard it, she knew that her family was at the door.

Wensti turned around to look, and saw five heads and one hand neatly pressed against the door, all five faces showing a smile, jumping up and waving at her as a greeting.

Winsty: "What are you doing standing at the door?"

Morticia: "Walking."

Grandmother: "Sleepwalking."

Gomez: "Go to the bathroom."

Pugsley: "Eat."

Luke gestured, and what he meant was: cleaning.

These are barely passable.

Wensty raised her eyebrows and looked at her hand, and the hand quickly climbed down from Luke's head, onto Wensty's shoulder, and rubbed against her shoulder, coquettishly showing that it missed Wensty.

Wensti cupped his hands into his palms: "Understood, I'll play with you tomorrow."

"So are you all done?"

"Yes."

That's not...

The family members who understood the hint in Wensty's eyes all left, their hands got off her shoulders, and followed her out, leaving Morticia alone at the door.

Morticia's nightgown is black satin, and she leans against the door frame, like a mysterious noble lady in the dark.

Every mother cared about her child's every move. Of course, Morticia was also curious about Wensty's actions. Those obsidian-like eyes were deep and deep.

Actually, Wen Sidi didn't intend to hide it from her family, if they asked, she would tell the truth.The witcher's principles are to guard against those with ulterior motives, but the Adams family will never use the secrets of the soul to create panic and seek benefits.

Morticia's bright red lips moved.

"Although the night is beautiful, don't stay up too late."

After that, she moved her legs, walked out gracefully, and closed the door by the way.

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The early morning hues of Broome are a slightly darker blue, very desaturated.

The noisy people on the mountain last night filled their hearts with fear and anger. As the night darkened, they also decided to take a nap before going to the family on the mountain to get back their companions. Like most people in the town, they were in their sleep .

The birds didn't wake up either, and the town of Broome was exceptionally quiet in the early morning.

In the hospital, the cleaning staff in the morning walked to the door of the laboratory and saw the light on in the room. They thought it was some doctor who forgot to turn off the light, so they thought about turning off the light.

Pushing the door open, I found that the window of the laboratory was wide open, and a tall and tall doctor in a white coat was standing by the window, blowing the hem of his clothes slightly.

He noticed the person coming and turned around.

On the medical mask are a pair of blue eyes, rubbing into the morning of the whole town of Broome.

The staff felt that the doctor was very unfamiliar.

"Doctor, do you still need to keep the lights on?"

"no need."

His voice was low, and the staff had never heard such a voice in their memory.

"Come back to clean in 31 minutes and 48 seconds."

The staff's questions were answered before they were asked, but the doctor was too precise.

The staff took the tools and went to the next place.

Sherlock, who had been busy all night, didn't feel tired. He turned around and faced the outside world. The air in the morning was the cleanest, and the smell of the spring breeze was very refreshing. The chronograph in his mind ticked every minute flow.

There are still 31 minutes and 40 seconds until the experimental results come out.