Guilty Records

The door was knocked, and Tang Zhibai, who was sleeping soundly, answered twice vaguely, and then he heard people coming in one after another, and then the heavy curtains and curtains were pulled open, the early morning light was reflected on the bed through the glass windows, and the mysterious door on the balcony was also closed. Turn on the ventilation, and warm air blows in. Tang Zhibai lifted the silk quilt, finally got up sleepily, and sat on the bed.

In a few days, he had gotten used to this set of tedious and regular operations. He smoothly took the wet handkerchief handed over by the servant, wiped his face lightly, and finally became sober.

Tang Zhibai has been here for five days. Except for the servants who come and go in this manor, he has only seen an elderly personal doctor. Lin Xiaoyin has not seen him either. In fact, he has not seen too many people. Breathe a sigh of relief.

After a few days, although there were a lot of jokes, at least he figured out a lot of things.

For example, this is indeed the world of the novel "London Wind and Cloud Records", and I am indeed the unlucky Lin Su.In this world, whether it is technology or law, it is very similar to the United States during World War II, although it is called the United Kingdom.

However, here, the army and the royal family represent absolute authority, and will represent that no matter how rich a commoner is, he will not be respected by most people; Kill the power.

Just like his uncle Lin Xiaoyin, although he is only of Chinese descent, he received a foreigner's education when he studied in the UK since he was a child, and he also has the title of baron bestowed by the royal family, so he has a considerable status in British society.

But although the royal family is majestic, the core families have been torn apart and have been fighting each other for many years. This has also led to the gradual development of gangsters in the chaotic society.

Seeing that Tang Zhibai had woken up, the housekeeper's wife stepped forward to say hello respectfully, "Good morning, Mr. Lin."

"Good morning, Mrs. Smith." Tang Zhibai yawned.

Warmth gradually appeared in the eyes of the housekeeper's wife. Mrs. Smith was a rigorous and well-bred British woman who had strict requirements for integrating etiquette into her life. She was the housekeeper who took care of Lin Xiaoyin since she was a child, and was later arranged to take care of Lin Su.

After experiencing this disaster, Lin complained of memory loss. Mrs. Smith was very worried at first, but later heard from the doctor that this did not affect her physical condition.She is quite happy, at least now Lin Su understands what politeness and time are.Mrs. Smith began to believe that with her earnest teaching, there was still a chance to save the crooked sapling.

Therefore, even her voice was tinged with joy, "Would you like to have breakfast in the room, or in the dining room?"

Just as Tang Zhibai was about to talk about eating here, he heard Mrs. Smith say again, "The baron is back, and he is having breakfast in the restaurant right now."

He froze for a moment, and looked at Mrs. Smith, with some flinching in his eyes.

Seeing Lin Xu's hesitation, Mrs. Smith thought it was the same reason as before, and after thinking about it, she opened her mouth carefully.

"The baron is busy with work, and every time he comes back just to see you, this time you are in a state of health, the baron will call back every day to ask about your situation, why should you be angry with the baron anymore?" In the past, Lin Fu would definitely get angry, but now seeing his changes, Mrs. Smith dared to speak cautiously.

Sure enough, he agreed to the request after thinking for a moment, Tang Zhibai said, "Go out, I'll go to the restaurant after changing."

Mrs. Smith nodded happily, led a group of cleaning servants out of his bedroom, and closed the door.

Tang Zhibai let out a foul breath, got up and got out of bed.what can he doIt's impossible to never see Lin Xiaoyin forever, right?This is his nominal uncle, and his life and future in this world depend on Lin Xiaoyin.

Although Lin Fu in the original book died early, it was entirely because of his own death. Now this body is only 11 years old. According to his current situation, he only wished to be as far away from Mo Yi as possible. How could he go back and provoke him? he.

As for Lin Xiaoyin's tragic death, the original book said that because his uncle, the Duke of Norman, who was loyal to the royal family, as an aide, gave the Duke a lot of advice against Mo Yi, that's why he was amputated by Mo Yi in the parking lot. The dog killed him alive...

Tang Zhibai couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the protagonist Mo Yi's perverted methods. It looked very cool in the novel, but it was a horror movie in reality.

It doesn't matter... Tang Zhibai comforted himself. This is because Lin Xiaoyin is 50 years old. There are at least ten years left, and everything has time to change slowly. There is always something to give in return...

Tang Zhibai opened the door of the cloakroom while pondering, and looked at a whole room full of exotic clothes and wigs. Now he can be calm and calm.

Recalling the shock when he opened the cloakroom for the first time, the lockers in the luxury room were full of strange dresses studded with gemstones, and wigs of various colors and shapes. It was simply a kind of visual pollution.

In the description of Mo Yi in the original book, except how he offended Mo Yi and his final death, other things are almost mentioned briefly. Tang Zhibai did not expect that in life, besides his distasteful personality, this brat also has special hobbies.In the past two days, servants said that Lin Su hated his Chinese heritage very much. When he went out, he only wore riding clothes and wigs to cover up his black hair and yellow skin.

Tang Zhibai picked a suit at random and put it on, sighed, looked at the slender boy in the mirror, with a cold arrogance, he was a little dazed, and reached out to touch the smooth mirror.

I really have no other thought but to lament the wonder of the Creator.

Lin Fu looks almost exactly the same as his original body, except that he is only 12 years old now and looks relatively young and naive, he can have no doubt that this is himself when he was a child, but Lin Fu's nutritional conditions are obviously better than his, Not as thin and sallow as he was when he was a child, his face was fair and round, making him look much cuter.

Anyway, since God brought him here, live on.

After going downstairs, passing the hollowed-out and gilded stone pillar reliefs, and bypassing the corridor, Tang Zhibai saw a man sitting at the head of the huge dining room, eating breakfast and reading a newspaper.

Hearing the movement, Lin Xiao put down the newspaper in a happy mood, and looked at the boy's figure with a slight smile. Lin Fu never liked to dine with him, and they hadn't had dinner together for a long time.

Mrs. Smith opened the chair, the servants set the tableware one after another, and Tang Zhibai was invited to sit down.Lin Xiaoyin looked at his attire, looked at him with surprise and amazement, and sighed, "Xiao Su, I haven't seen you wearing a suit for a long time."

In fact, this is just an ordinary suit, but Lin Fu has a handsome appearance, with misty eyebrows, and looks more like a handsome and delicate ceramic doll at this moment.

The first sentence made Tang Zhibai startled, and he began to panic, thinking of the brightly colored room, could it be that damned Lin Fu didn't wear a suit but only strange clothes?If he had known this, he should have covered himself in the morning no matter how ugly he was!

Tang Zhibai grabbed the silver fork and murmured guiltily, "No, isn't it pretty?"

"No, no, no." Lin Xiaoyin was taken aback, and then hastily denied, "You didn't like to dress so...uh...so plain, you look handsome in a suit! You look better than many of the duke's heirs. "

What he said was the truth, Lin Su was good looking, but he had a weird appearance on weekdays and he didn't dare to let people look at him too much.Seeing Lin Fu's face, worried that he would get angry, Lin Xiaoyin added a few words to make up for it, "You look handsome in those riding clothes, the main thing is that my Xiao Fu is very handsome, she looks good in anything she wears."

Tang Zhibai was almost laughed at by him, what kind of aesthetics did he think that Lin Fu once looked handsome?Brother, are you talking against your conscience?

Seeing Lin Fu's expression full of smiles, Lin Xiaoyin breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't figure out how his nephew's aesthetics would be as if he was covered in cement. He and his sister had good taste, so he had no choice but to be helpless in the end. Shake your head.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyin's cautious look, Tang Zhibai's smile gradually faded away, and he lowered his head to cover up his sliced ​​meat. He was inevitably touched in his heart. He used to live alone outside since he was a child, and Tang's mother had very little contact with him except for sending him money regularly. , it can be said that he has never felt the care between relatives.

He used to think that he was strong enough not to envy the warmth of human kindness under the incandescent lights in the house, and that he could endure loneliness. In fact, he had indeed lived alone for more than ten years, but now he understood that it was because he had never felt It's warm, so it's never unbearable.

The bottom of his heart was a little soft, he picked up the milk and drank it, Tang Zhibai thought for a moment, and said softly: "Uncle, I have forgotten a lot of things, and I may not remember them."

Tang Zhibai's words were pitiful, and Lin Xiaoyin comforted him softly, "I heard from Mr. Louis that your body is fine, and what you lost is just your memory. It doesn't matter that you are still young, and you will remember it slowly in the future. "

But looking at his nephew like a frightened deer, the uncle said because of his heartache, "It's okay even if you can't remember it, I want to know what uncle will tell you."

Tang Zhibai nodded obediently, and asked carefully: "Uncle, who hurt me?"

This is what he is most concerned about. He has been worried that what caused the accident this time was not the street gangsters Lin Su had offended, but Lin Xiaoyin's enemies or some high-ranking figures who could not be offended. People are often good at using dirty tricks and stabbing you in the back.Tang Zhibai was afraid of avoiding the protagonist, but he couldn't avoid the chain reaction of hidden dangers caused by Lin Su.

When mentioning this matter, Lin Xiaoyin snorted angrily with a bit of hostility in his eyes, and said sharply, "Don't worry, the man has already been caught, heh, it's just a few punks on the streets of Coxton, who dare to Do such a thing! I won't make it easy for them, it seems that the atmosphere in the Clinton district should be changed..." The tone was determined and vicious, and Tang Zhibai, who has lived in a society ruled by law all year round, couldn't help shivering The knife and fork hit the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

Thinking of his cheap uncle, he is also a vicious old fox outside.Tang Zhibai secretly told himself that no matter when, he must not reveal his identity!

Lin Xiao thought he was afraid of those hooligans, so he lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Su, don't worry, they won't hurt you again."

"Well, thank you Uncle. It was really hard for you before." As long as he is not a big shot, Tang Zhibai need not worry.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the 12-year-old Lin Xu is just a little bully. The current him is at most a headache for Lin Xiaoyin, and it is far from troublesome.

Lin Xiao had a wave of warmth in his heart, with a hint of heat. In the past few days, he only heard Mrs. Smith say that now Lin Su's temperament has changed drastically. A little moist.

Looking at the nephew who was eating breakfast quietly by himself, he was very well-behaved, and he was a completely different person from before.Because of the flash of doubt in Lin Xiao's heart, he began to worry that his nephew's personality is soft now, and he was afraid that he would be bullied, so he frowned and made some secret plans.

"Clinxi district is now mixed with fish and snakes, and the form is chaotic. Regarding the incident of your attack, there is no guarantee that you have been bribed and used by someone behind your back. The school there can no longer be read."

Tang Zhibai silently ate the last bite of bread, raised his head and listened to him quietly.

"In this way, I will send you to Stryll College the day after tomorrow. Compared with other places, it is the safest school in London."

Lin Xiaoyin was still talking when he saw that the well-behaved child opposite him turned into a kitten with furry hair in the blink of an eye, and suddenly stood up!He accidentally bumped into the table and knocked the glass to the ground. At the same time, he retorted almost sharply.

"I'm not going!"

"Be careful of hurting yourself!" Lin Xiaoyin frowned, and his reproachful eyes felt a little distressed. This time his nephew's injury had already made him terrified, and he couldn't let him go fooling around in the street, so he hardened his heart and brought it on in his tone A little tough, "No, you will be safe only when you go there."

Mrs. Smith and others stood by, trying to clean up the broken glass, but they dared not go forward because of the stiff atmosphere.

Tang Zhibai stood with a pale face, Stryer College!Isn't it the school of the perverted protagonist?

Realizing that he had overreacted, Tang Zhibai sat down slowly in embarrassment.

Lin Xiaoyin sighed and knew what Lin Su was against, "I know what you are against, don't be reluctant to part with your friends in the Clinton district, believe me, children, because of their rights or status, they are not the best for you in the future partner."

"Strier is a Christian church-style education. Even if you don't believe in religion, don't mess around in it. The Lord is majestic and loving, and will give you a safe asylum."

"Must I go?" Tang Zhibai wanted to cry but had no tears.

"My child, your safety is the most important thing."

"Okay." Tang Zhibai nodded helplessly. He really wanted to yell at Lin Xiaoyin. Although there were no hidden dangers inside, there was the devil Asura who ate people and didn't spit out bones!It's exactly the Death Academy of Stirrer College, okay?

Although Lin Fu was a cannon fodder in the early stage, he hid in Strell Academy when he offended too many people at the age of 17. He never thought that he would accept such a fate just after he came here.

Do the math, the current protagonist, Mo Yi, is only six years old. A six-year-old child is not even the age at which the original novel opens, so it shouldn't be that dangerous. Tang Zhibai slumped on a chair and tried his best to think about it...

At dawn, London was filled with thick smog, and the sky was still a little gray. A crisp horn of a ship's sail came from a distance, which could be heard faintly. The medieval buildings covered by white mist in front of you were also impressive. It's not real, it's like looking at flowers in a fog, not knowing whether it's an illusion or reality at this time.

Tang Zhibai propped his chin lazily and stared out of the car window, not knowing what he could see clearly, he could only sigh that it was indeed a foggy city, and the hustle and bustle of industrial pollution seemed to have swallowed the soul of the entire city.Mrs. Smith was sitting at the side. Originally, Lin Xiaoyin was going to deliver it in person, but there was an urgent matter, so she was in charge of it all.

Mrs. Smith was sitting upright and elegant. She looked like a well-educated woman. Stirrer Academy was full of noble children and members of the royal family. Therefore, as the baron’s family steward, she must not appear incompetent. Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows slightly. jaw.

A warm yellow light on the gloomy street attracted Tang Zhibai's eyes, like the only stove that gives heat in a cold and dark city. Very tempting, he turned his head to look at Mrs. Smith, and said pitifully, "Mrs. Smith..."

Mrs. Smith moved to the window following Tang Zhibai's gaze, and neatly placed several exquisite and beautiful tiramisu cakes, with a slightly serious expression, hesitating, "Your injury is just right, and the things outside are not clean..."

Tang Zhibai remained motionless, his wet eyes fixed on her.

Mrs. Smith was shaken, so she could only ask the driver to park the car, and get out of the car to choose by herself.

Tang Zhibai was sitting in the car waiting for her. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the corner of the alley behind him. Several street youths in jackets and jeans were chasing a thin and small man out of the alley, panting, brandishing big knives and sticks. , the little man who was running for his life seemed to be exhausted, and accidentally staggered, but was caught by a thick black man, who grabbed his collar and kicked him to the ground roughly.

In the next second, all the iron sticks and wooden sticks greeted the thin and small body, and several street youths kicked and beat them brutally, swearing profanely, and their hoarse voices were full of genital organs, which made Tang Zhibai frown.

The driver leaned on the driver's seat and looked at the picture in the rearview mirror, and sighed with a half-smile: "Tsk tsk, London is getting more and more chaotic now, why even young children are starting to kill them."

Tang Zhibai glanced at him, turned his head quickly and looked back carefully, only to find that the person lingering on the ground was not so thin and weak. This was a five or six-year-old child, whose body was curled up into a ball. The abdomen, the matter in front of him, made Tang Zhibai extremely uncomfortable in terms of concept and morality.

But what can be done now?There are only two of me, and seven of them have knives and sticks, so what can I use to fight with them?Tang Zhibai was so frightened by their actions that his eyes widened, and he saw that the little man didn't respond, the black man beat him very badly, he grabbed the steel knife from his companion and raised it arbitrarily to cut off the child's leg.

It seemed to be a beast that was locked in a hunter's trap and was about to be slaughtered. The boy who was motionless let out an ugly roar in despair, and bit the black man's thigh hard!

So, he was playing dead?

It was like being locked on by a crocodile, and he couldn't shake it off even if he tried his best. The screams of the black man could be heard piercingly. The boy took the opportunity to roll twice on the ground, and struggled to get up and escape for his life.

Tang Zhibai was terrified when he saw it, and his palms were sweating when he put it on the handlebars. Seeing the little boy getting closer and closer... Tang Zhibai made a decision and pulled the car door, but the driver didn't even have time to stop it!

He panicked and wanted to pull the little boy into the car, but seeing the little boy struggling and resisting violently, he hurriedly whispered to comfort him, "Shh, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

The little boy froze for a moment, Tang Zhibai took the opportunity to pull him into the car, and hurriedly closed the door.

Staring at the street that was chasing after him, he panicked and shouted, "Drive fast!"