You have managed to get my attention!

The interior decoration of the villa is grand and luxurious as expected. If the villa lived by the twins Cumberland and Daisy is retro and elegant, then Bronte’s house is full of modern facilities. The rich mansion.Inside the house, several maids in uniforms were quietly doing cleaning work beside them. Seeing someone outside, they all bent down together and greeted: "Madam, you are back."

Mrs. Bronte glanced around, and told an old housekeeper by the door: "Call everyone in the family, I have something to announce."

"Yes, ma'am." The old housekeeper glanced at Mu Zili, his eyes were full of understanding.

Mu Zili felt that this battle...was a bit big.If you pay attention to the servants in this room, you will know that they are in good order, they never listen more than they look, and they are very disciplined.Mu Zili felt inexplicably uncomfortable with this kind of management mode. Although there were many people in the room, they lost the most basic "popularity", which made this empty home even more deserted.

"Mr. Moore, sit down." Mrs. Bronte's attitude towards Muzili was very gentle, she probably confirmed that Muzili would stay, her face was a little less sad, and when she saw the person who came down from the upstairs When he saw his son, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

"Mom!" Agnes trotted over and threw himself into Mrs. Bronte's arms. With a happy smile on his face, he thanked Mrs. Bronte, "You really brought Brother Moore back, Thank you!"

Agnes rubbed against Mrs. Bronte's arms, like a pleasing kitten, which softened Mrs. Bronte's heart.

"Okay, Agnes." Mrs. Bronte rubbed her son's little head lovingly, and sighed softly: "You have to get along well with Moore, and you must control yourself, okay?"

Agnes nodded again and again, turned around and ran to Mu Zili again, grabbed Mu Zili's wrist, raised his head and said, "Brother Moore, will he be with me all the time?"

Mu Zili was still holding the contract in his other hand. He put down the contract, sat on the sofa under Mrs. Bronte's signal, and placed the "lively" Agnes next to him on the sofa, "I've been I have to go back to class in a few days, so I don't have much time to spend with you."

"Ah..." Agnes lowered his head, fiddled with Muzili's slender fingers with two small hands, and said with a deep sense of loss in his tone, "I don't want you to go back, the person who lives with you is very bad, I won't see you when you go back."

Agnes is calling Ning Zhe bad?Thinking of Ning Zhe's cold face in front of outsiders, Mu Zili chuckled, and most of the tension caused by stepping into this villa disappeared in an instant. Guinness, don't you want to go to school too?"

"Yeah." Agnes replied, "But the school gave me a holiday these days, so that I can play with Brother Moore."

At this time, the old butler happened to come over with the servants, gardeners, drivers and all the staff working here. Mrs. Bronte introduced Mu Zili to everyone. Nice playmate.

The job of accompanying Agnes is quite easy, so easy that Muzili feels even more strange.The room the butler arranged for him was next door to Agnes. He asked the old butler for some news, but unfortunately the old butler's reply only made him more suspicious.

"Young master? Mr. Moore, you don't need to worry." The old housekeeper said respectfully and politely, without revealing any useful information in his words, "Young master, his food and clothing are prepared. You can stay at ease. If you need anything, please contact me. I said."

"..." After the housekeeper left, Mu Zili took out his mobile phone and was about to talk to Ning Zhe about this strange incident, when he suddenly found that the mobile phone didn't even have a signal.

"Wait!" Mu Zili hurriedly stopped the old housekeeper, raised his mobile phone and asked, "Why is there no signal here?" This is not a deep mountain forest, and the house is fully equipped. Isn't it too strange that there is no signal?

The old butler raised his eyelids, and replied unhurriedly: "I can't communicate with the outside world during the period of working in Bronte's house. This is to ensure everyone's work efficiency. Mr. Moore, please bear with me for a while. If you want to relax, you can browse freely in the study."

It seems that there should be a signal jammer installed in this room, and Mu Zili will not ask too much. All signs indicate that the Bronte family is hiding a secret. He covers his eyes and wanders around the room cautiously. stand up.

"Brother Moore." A small head poked out from the door. Agnes's curly brown hair lay softly on his forehead, his blue eyes blinked, and he was very playful. He held a sheet of paper in his hand. The drawing paper waved towards Mu Zili, "How about we draw?"

"Okay." Muzili's job is to accompany Agnes, and naturally try to cooperate with Agnes' request.

Agnes owns an independent studio. Mu Zili thought that children at Agnes' age would usually draw crayons and pencils, and that would be enough. How could the servant hear that Agnes wanted to draw? After the request, he quickly set up the drawing boards, prepared the watercolors, and set up the chairs in the studio, which made Mu Zili once again feel in his heart that children from rich families are different.

Just as the servant was about to carry Agnes to the chair as usual, Agnes opened the maid's hand with a snap, and the maid raised her head to look at Agnes in horror, and asked softly: "Master?"

"Don't want you to hug me." Agnes pouted, he turned his head and opened his arms to Mu Zili, and shouted expectantly: "Brother Moore, come and hug me and sit on it."

Mu Zili glanced at the maid, who immediately lowered her head, as if the frightened expression just now had never appeared on her face.Mu Zili stepped forward and hugged Agnes, and Agnes obediently wrapped his arms around Mu Zili's neck, leaned his head on Mu Zili's shoulder, and muttered: "It's strange... "

"What's the matter?" When Muzili put Agnes down, Agnes' arms still didn't leave his neck, which made Muzili have to pull Agnes' two small arms, and his move was rewarded. The maid gave her a surprised look.

Agnes shook his legs, rolled his eyes, "I can't tell, I can feel Brother Moore..."

"Feeling?" Muzili couldn't understand Agnes' remarks.

Agnes nodded, "It's a wonderful feeling, Brother Moore, you are different from others."

As soon as Agnes said these words, Muzili's heart skipped a beat. He had met many criminals, and the most outstanding feature of those criminals was not their ability, but their unusual behavior towards him. interest of.

"Special" and "different"... The force of the golden finger can always make him attract criminals. Through the previous case, Mu Zili fully verified this point.Even if he has nothing in common with what the criminals want to catch, he can still get the criminals' attention.Agnes thinks he's different, does that mean the kid...

Mu Zili shook his head, trying to dispel his baseless guess, Agnes is too young, he is only nine years old!But the doubt prompted Muzili to ask Agnes a new question, "Then what do you think of the others?"

Agnes looked indifferent, "Everyone else is the same."

Agnes's attitude showed that he never seemed to take others into his heart. When Mu Zili wanted to ask again, Agnes had already picked up the paintbrush and made a new request to Mu Zili, "Brother Moore can you?" Can't be my model?"

Mu Zili sat on the chair brought by the maid, and while Agnes was scribbling on the drawing board, he thought carefully about what made him feel unsuitable.

In the beginning, Agnes was a silent child in his impression. He didn't care about the other children in the glass room, and his spirit was not affected at all.Marianne forbade Agnes to play games, and learned from Daisy's words that Agnes had broken the rules of the game. Muzili originally thought that this was a child's struggle, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Agnes, why didn't you participate in the game in the glass room?" Mu Zili couldn't help asking.

"That game is so stupid." Agnes pursed her lower lip, lacking in interest. "According to those people's gameplay, one demon after another is pushed out, and finally there will be no one in the room."

"...Are you worried that the child who was pushed out to be a demon will be hurt?"

Agnes gave Mu Zili an answer that Mu Zili could never have imagined, "With fewer children, there will be less food, and it will be difficult to survive."

... Instead of thinking about safety, you are thinking about food?

"Then you won't get food if you don't participate in the game?"

Agnes smiled easily when he heard Mu Zili's words, "No, everyone will share the food with me."

This affirmative tone showed Agnes' confidence. It seemed that Agnes would always find a way to get food from other children.

I don't know if Agnes has no patience for painting, he frowned and looked at the drawing board for a while, then directly smashed the gouache paint in his hand onto the drawing board, jumped down and dragged Mu Zili to run to another room.

"I haven't seen your painting yet!" Mu Zili turned around and saw the maid calmly cleaning up the drawing board and the paint spilled on the ground. I think this happens often, otherwise the maid would not be so proficient in cleaning up. .

"The painting is not good, I'll play the piano for you!" Agnes' thoughts are almost constantly changing. Lost patience for the same reason, and then broke out a little... petty temper.

Yes, petty temper.Agnes would blame the maid for not cleaning the piano for him, he would smash the teacup after discovering that the afternoon tea tasted wrong, or even chop the apples just because they were sour.

"Hey!" Mu Zili snatched the fruit knife from Agnes's hand, frowned and looked at Agnes, "Don't do this, I'll pick a sweet one for you!"

The angry expression on Agnes's face quickly disappeared under Mu Zili's gaze. He lowered his head, clasped his hands tightly, and apologized in a low voice, "Did I make you feel troublesome?"

"Huh?" Mu Zili hummed suspiciously while peeling the apple.

"Mom said, it's wrong for me to do this." Agnes looked troubled, and he peeked at Mu Zili, "I don't understand, will you alienate me because of my troubles?"

Muzili cut off a piece of apple and tasted it. After confirming that it was sweet, he handed it to Agnes. Instead of answering Agnes's question, he deliberately pretended to understand Agnes's appearance and said: "Have a temper. It's normal, it's their fault when someone doesn't do their job well, don't you hate people who piss you off?"

Mu Zili paused, "When someone offends you, how can you calm down?"

Agnes took a bite of the apple, and the sweet taste made the corners of his mouth curl up comfortably, "Mom said it's wrong to do that, but sometimes some people are really annoying!"

"Yes." Mu Zili echoed, "Sometimes it's best to wish they disappear."

Agnes reached out and grabbed Muzili's finger, "Brother Moore, you are really different from others! I don't understand why my mother always asks me to restrain myself. What's wrong with me?"

"I don't know if I have the honor to make friends with you." Mu Zili leaned against Agnes and whispered in the child's ear: "A true friend will share everything. You are not in front of me." You need to restrain yourself, don't pretend to be yourself, I want to know the real you."

Agnes' pupils dilated slightly, and he leaned into Mu Zili's arms, imitating Mu Zili's way and whispering in Mu Zili's ear, "Really? Brother Moore, you want to be my friend?"

"You chose me." Mu Zili said in a deep voice, "In your eyes, am I the special one?"

Mu Zili looked at Agnes' innocent and naive face, "You are also different from others in my eyes."

A nine-year-old child cannot fully understand the deep meaning of Muzili's words, but this does not prevent Agnes from taking this sentence as they agree with each other.

"I'll take you to a place." Agnes pulled Muzili back, "The place I go to when I'm in a bad mood."