[Twilight] Amis

After dinner, Lila and Edward left the restaurant together.

Not long after walking out of the restaurant gate, I saw Alice running towards them quickly, with a strange expression on her face.

"Edward!"

Alice called Edward and stopped in front of him.

Edward frowned intuitively, his gaze stayed on Alice's face for a while, and his complexion suddenly changed.

He must be using his mind reading skills - Lyra guessed, looking at the two vampires who seemed to be performing mimes in front of them, wondering what happened?

"Something happened at home, and I have to go back right away." Edward and Alice turned their heads and said to Lila after they finished making eye contact.

Laila felt that it was not suitable for an outsider to intervene in other people's family affairs, and the other party seemed unwilling to say more, so she only asked conservatively: "Is it serious?"

"Fortunately."

It's okay, Leila nodded and said, "Then, goodbye."

"See you tomorrow." Edward lingered on her face for a moment, then turned and left with Alice.However, just after taking a few steps, he turned back.

Anything else?Lyra questioned him with her eyes.

"You just treat what I told you during the meal as ignorance, you know?" Edward looked down at her and reminded her again worriedly.

Laila blinked.

"Huh?" Obviously Edward was not satisfied with such an answer.

Well, you can't blink... Laila sighed helplessly in her heart, and reluctantly nodded her head, very slightly.

Only then did Edward feel relieved, hooked his lips slightly, and left.

He didn't know that as soon as he turned around, Laila turned her nodding into a shaking of her head towards his back.

She knew that Edward was doing it for her own good, but for this matter, she had to...

It wasn't until the figures of Edward and Alice completely disappeared from sight that Lila moved her body and walked away calmly.

If anyone pays attention, they will find that she is not walking in the direction leading to the residence.

***

When Edward followed Alice home, the other Karen sat around the living room with serious faces.

"Carlisle, what's going on?" Edward quickly walked towards Carlisle who was standing in front of the couch, and asked.

Just now in Alice's mind, he only read the news that Carlisle was attacked in the hospital, but luckily she was not injured.

Carlisle signaled him to be calm with his eyes, and then began to narrate what happened.

"So, you don't know who attacked you?" Edward frowned after hearing what Carlisle said.

"The opponent's speed is very fast, I think, maybe faster than any of us," Carlisle said, scanning the crowd from left to right, and received six pairs of surprised eyes without any surprise. Knowing that at that time, he himself felt as unbelievable as they do now, "At that time, I was the only one in that corridor, and that person suddenly appeared and shot at me. I barely avoided his first blow, and then a group of people came to We were walking in this direction, and he ran away after hearing the sound, back and forth was just...in the blink of an eye, I haven't had time to see his appearance clearly."

"He? A man?" It was Jasper who asked.

"No, it may be a woman. The figure of the other party is very vague, so it's hard to judge."

"Maybe we can smell..." Alice looked at the crowd and said.

However, this idea was immediately rejected by Carlyle.

"Do not."

"why?"

"Because that person has no smell." Edward frowned and read Carlisle's thoughts.

"I think he must have made a clever disguise for himself," Carlisle added.

"Is there any disguise that can deceive the sense of smell that the blood race is proud of?" Emmett asked.

"Maybe not necessarily a 'person'." Rosalie said suddenly.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Could it be the same kind?" Alice asked softly.

Carlisle shook his head, "I don't know, but..." He pondered for a while, "It doesn't feel like it, it's just a feeling."

just feeling...

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

I feel that this thing, although it is sometimes accurate, cannot be used as a definite basis after all.

The assailant was able to hide his identity so well that he didn't know what it was.

Esme looked at Carlisle with worry in her eyes.

Carlisle turned his face away, smiled at her tenderly, and put his hand on the back of her hand to comfort her.

"Hey, Carlisle, did you accidentally offend some powerful guy recently?" Emmett tried to use a relaxed tone to dispel the serious atmosphere in the room, but only got a sharp roll of eyes from Rosalie.

"I think that if there is anyone in the world least likely to offend anyone, it's Carlyle," Alice said to the others.

That's right, Carlisle's temper is so gentle, full of sympathy and compassion, and he is engaged in the work of saving lives and healing the wounded. There are many people who have been favored by him, and he has offended... Really?

The other Karens nodded in agreement.

"In this way, from now on, we will work in groups of two and take turns to protect Carlisle in the dark. We must not let him be left alone. I think that if the other party fails this time, he will definitely come again." Jasper suggested, once in the United States Having served as a major in the Civil War, he has a capable and decisive flavor in his speech.

"Let's do it like this, hehe, we must ask him to taste our power!" Emmett smiled and squeezed his fists, his knuckles creaking.

"Then, I'll be with Jasper." Alice smiled and looked at Jasper, their eyes were full of tenderness and affection.

"Me and Rose." Emmett held Rosalie in his arms with a long arm.

"Edward." Esme glanced at Edward.

Edward nodded at her knowingly.

***

Few people, especially young women, would go alone to that gloomy place recognized by the world at night.

But there are always exceptions.

Like Leila.

At this time, she was located in a cemetery on the outskirts of Fox, with a silver moon above her head, feeling the night wind blowing gently beside her, bringing a coolness like water, um... Maybe there was still Senran?

In front of him was the tombstone of the late old Headmaster, Mr Alan Mayne, surrounded by many other tombstones.There was a bouquet of fresh white flowers in front of the gravestone, which she had just placed on it.

The night wind blew across the tombstones lined up all over the mountains and fields, making weird noises, as if the undead were whimpering in unison.

Laila quietly looked at the old headmaster with a kind smile on his face in the photo on the tombstone for a while, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him, from far to near, which was very clear under the silent night sky.

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