Guilty Records

In recent years, the political and political situation in London has become more and more turbulent. All kinds of ghosts and ghosts have risen and collapsed. Fights and gang fights have often occurred. The high protection fee is charged on the first day? Street bullies may die on the streets the next day. Forces replaced it. In contrast, in the chaotic world at the bottom, Neil Patrick's? The few taverns are just a tiny bit.

In the next few nights, under the name of the Kochenski Brothers, there will be some brothels with bright red lights, and every night there will be some old prostitutes and women who suffer from flower diseases shouting at the door.

They are still wandering the streets, with wrinkled skin, swollen soles? Cracked, wearing tattered? Flower skirts, shouting Kochensky? Vicious.

They are all some venereal disease, the brothel was thrown to the back alley to fend for itself? Poor women, have been delayed by the painful life for a long time, even if it is a piece of charity? Bread will make them fanatical and restless.

This kind of ugly woman moaned and groaned at the door every night. In addition, she was seriously ill, which frightened the men to dare not come again. This greatly affected the business of several brothels.

The bad? Rumors became more and more unstoppable, and the Kochenski brothers were so angry that they killed the person in charge of the brothel on the spot.

And behind the scenes, Neil Patrick opened small brothels under the names of those young women who were less ill after they were cured, not only making a fortune but also taking the opportunity to gain a good reputation.

Neil was sitting in the tavern, writing a letter to Louis Anjou happily, reporting the situation to the mastermind behind the scenes.

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At night, the vehicle stopped in front of the gate of Norman Manor.

After Tang Zhibai and Louis got out of the car, the maid Tina hurried forward and opened the car door, and welcomed them into the house. Tang Zhibai was very afraid of the cold since he was a child, so the charcoal fire in the manor was always burning.

As soon as he entered the room, the warm breath rushed to his face, which formed a sharp contrast with the freezing pure white world outside. Tang Zhibai couldn't help exhaling the white mist tiredly. How much did he think about this comfortable and cozy room? ? Rest at home overnight.

He took the scarf, and Tina wanted to step forward to take off his coat, but was stopped by Louis, and she stepped forward to take over her work.

Tina has long been used to it, so she took a step back and waited by her side.

After Lin Xiaoyin's accident, the Duke of Norman took part from Luoming Manor to take care of Tang Zhibai, and the other part, including Mrs. Smith and others, was waiting in Luoming Manor.And Tina in front of her is a maid brought over from there. She is careful and diligent, and her management is also quite ruthless. She has long been a maid beside Tang Zhibai since she was a servant girl. Matron.

"Would you like to have dinner? Or go and greet the Duke first?" Tina asked.

"No, I'm just coming back to get some documents, and I have to go out later. Duke..." Tang Zhibai, who was taking off his coat, stopped, raised his head and frowned, "I'll go see him when I go out later. "

"Yes." Tina nodded and went to prepare for the affairs.

According to Tang Zhibai's habit, the first thing he did when he came back was to visit Lin Xiaoyin, and often at this time, his mood was very low.Louis leaned forward and asked softly, "Bai, do you want me to accompany you?"

Tang Zhibai was taken aback, "No, it's okay?"

Louis watched him quietly.

Tang Zhibai smiled slightly, and patted the young man's head, "I still have things to do, and it's the weekend, so I'll have a good rest for two days when I come back."

After Louis went upstairs, Tina held up the candlestick and followed Tang Zhibai to the top floor to Lin Xiaoyin's ward.

After hesitating for a step at the door, he entered slowly.

"Master Lin." The nurse, who was dozing off on the sofa, hurriedly got up to greet him.

The fireplace in the warm room is always burning, maintaining a comfortable temperature, and the windows are slightly open? This reveals fresh air, and the room is clean and tidy, even out of season? The vases are filled with evening mist flowers, which are replaced every day, and there is a special person to take care of the samples? That's it? Warm , In the room that has been painstakingly worked out, there is always a decaying smell of potion.

Tang Zhibai walked slowly to Lin Xiaoyin's bed, walking heavily, and looked up at the sleeping man on the bed, his brows and eyes were drooping and lonely, the intense grief of the past had long since disappeared, replaced by a faint feeling in his heart, Silent? Sad.

Because Lin Xiao slept on the bed for many years, even with expensive and luxurious potions and meticulous care from servants, he could not maintain a healthy body after all. His hair was originally black and shiny, and his hair was withered and yellow, and even his cheeks began to sag. , with bloodless? Thin lips, like a walking dead, a lifeless? Vegetable who knows everything.

After ten years, there is still no sign of waking up. On the contrary, the body function is getting weaker and the internal organs are also declining. Countless doctors have concluded that they have long been unable to return to the sky. Everyone knows that this is just a forced extension of life.

Tang Zhibai just looked at him like this, silent and calm, like countless nights? If his body didn't have that weak pulse, he even thought Lin Xiaoyin was dead several times.

Gently picked up his right hand, and looked at the back of Lin Xiaoyin's hand that had already been blackened by countless pinholes, Tang Zhibai couldn't help but wryly smiled ironically, where does the current Lin Xiaoyin still have the slightest demeanor of that year? , lying here lifeless, what is in front of me is just a rotting skin with no soul.

If Lin Xiao is so proud because of his soul lingering here, how can a man endure his withered and ruined appearance?

And that man... is also crazy...

Emotionally high, the water in his eyes fluctuated, Tang Zhibai quickly calmed down his emotions, supported Lin Xiaoyin's hand and kissed it lightly, and carefully put it back into the quilt.

He straightened up, but did not take his eyes off the person on the bed, "Uncle, how is the situation recently?"

"Since the beginning of winter this year, the Baron's condition has been not good. Three days ago, when you were away, his heart beat was disordered. Fortunately, he was discovered early and rescued him immediately." The nurse said sideways.

"What will the doctor say when he comes?" Tang Zhibai had already prepared in his heart, but he still felt uncomfortable every time.

"The doctor... said that the internal organs of the Baron's body are gradually declining. If it continues like this, it will only become more and more dangerous. The Duke..." Thinking of that terrifying man who looked like a demon, the nurse couldn't help but shuddered. "he is very angry."

Tina also showed a timid look behind her. Norman has become more and more serious over the years. Every time because of Lin Xiao's illness, the whole manor is like a ghost castle. The servants hide in the corner and dare not breathe. , for fear of being implicated.

"Uncle...how much time is left?" Tang Zhibai asked? After saying this? Yes, his throat choked.

The nurse trembled, hesitating to organize his words, "The doctor said there is still hope? The Duke also invited a Swiss doctor..."

At this time, Tang Zhibai turned his head and glanced at the nurse. Looking at the frightened young man, he sighed softly, "To be honest, I'm not the Duke, so I won't punish you."

Knowing that Lin Su usually has a gentle temperament, which is completely different from the Duke, the little nurse gritted his teeth and said, "Three? Months."

Tang Zhibai's breath was stagnant, and he waved to him to signal that he knew.

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Back in the bedroom, there was a cup of hot tea on the desk, and a few scattered letters and pens beside it. Tang Zhibai took out the documents from the drawer and threw them on the desk, then sat down slumped. on the chair.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his fingers, closed his eyes for a while, and remembered that there were still a lot of things to deal with tonight, so he had to open his eyes again to cheer up. His eyes were dull and tired, so he took a sip of hot tea to calm down. Slowly, pick up the blade and open the envelope.

Fortunately, there were no mistakes in the work tonight, and there was no bad news on the phone. After the simple processing, Tang Zhibai couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He sorted out the documents and saw that there was a white envelope pressed underneath.

The pure white envelope has nothing but the postmark and the addressee. The familiar skin, Tang Zhibai frowned when he saw it, took the blade and cut it along the edge of the envelope, and took out a rough paper.

Reading the above content, Tang Zhibai frowned and became more and more depressed.

Finally folded the note and put it on the flickering flame of the candlestick, a small flame came out, and finally burned up.The flickering? Dim flames reflected on Tang Zhibai's fair face, but he was depressed and puzzled.

After graduating, he has been inquiring about Mo Yi's whereabouts. After all, that person is the protagonist in this world. The entire storyline and social development are led by Mo Yi. Counting his age, Mo Yi is about the same age. Now that he is a member of the Norman family, he has to be careful all the time, but Mo Yi is the biggest danger.

He originally wanted to "ask for more information and try to avoid it", so he must not offend him.But what's strange? No matter how much he searched, there was no news about Mo Yi. What's more, there was no such person among the students of Stryer College.

It was as if this person was fabricated by him out of thin air, without any trace.

The source of today's news is a gangster organization in society, but even they can't find out the existence of this person, Tang Zhibai feels a little confused.

Thinking for a moment, Tang Zhibai's eyes froze. Even if he has lived here for more than ten years, he definitely remembers the character Mo Yi clearly. It is absolutely impossible not to?Could it be that Mo Yi changed his name and identity?If this is the case? My own? I'm afraid the situation will be even more dangerous...

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

The sound of the foreign bell from the clock tower outside the house awakened Tang Zhibai, who was in deep thought. He raised his hand to check the time, and it was ten o'clock.

He quickly entered the dressing room and changed into a suit, then hurried over to pick up the documents on the desk, and went out.

According to his current status, every time he goes home, he should greet Xiao Wei ben Norman every time he goes home. Walking in the dim corridor, Tang Zhibai tightly squeezed the file bag with his fingers, feeling trembling in his heart.

But these years, Xiaowei ben Norman has changed too much?...It's not the elegant and upright? Duke of Norman...

Tang Zhibai was very against that man? His terrifying eyes...

Walking to the door of his room, I saw Grint's old butler standing in front of the Duke's room in the empty and silent corridor, waiting for orders all the time, while the old and tall wooden door was closed tightly.

Over the years, Norman's temper has become irritable and weird, Mr. Grint dare not relax all the time, and the man with gray temples looks a lot older.