【Quick Pass】How to stop the villain from destroying the world

At nine o'clock in the evening, the bedroom on the second floor.

"Master, are you going to sleep? I'll turn off the lights for you." Vincent said respectfully with his head down.

"Vincent, are you busy now?" the boy raised his eyes and asked cautiously.

"Master, only your affairs are the most important. I'm not busy right now." Vincent said seriously.

"So can Vincent read me a bedtime story?"

The boy suddenly excitedly took out two books from under the fluffy and soft pillow behind him and hugged them in his arms. He asked expectantly with his big blue eyes open.

His long eyelashes blinked, and his eyes shone brightly, as if they were brighter than the stars in the sky.

Vincent was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Of course, my young master."

He moved a chair over and sat beside the boy's bed.

Vincent knew that the young master was not a willful child, so he felt a little strange asking himself to read a bedtime storybook at this moment.

But when he took the book and glanced at the title, he understood it instantly.

It was a collection of short horror stories. It turned out that I wanted to read thrilling horror stories and was scared, so I wanted me to read it to him before going to bed.

The young master is really cute, he must have been waiting for me here for a long time, and even hid the book behind the pillow, thinking of this, Vincent couldn't help but curl his mouth.

"Master, shall I read one to you casually?"

"Hmm." The boy said softly while lying under the quilt in cotton velvet pajamas.

At this moment, the room seemed particularly quiet.

A deep and elegant cello-like voice slowly sounded in the room, but it was reading a horror story.

"A doctor is heading home after an emergency at midnight..."

As soon as he heard this, the boy couldn't help clenching the quilt tightly, staring nervously at the book in Vincent's hand.

Vincent paused for a moment and continued: "When we walked to the elevator door, we saw a female nurse, so we took the elevator together, but the elevator didn't stop when we reached the first floor, and kept going down. When we got to B3, the door opened, and the elevator door opened. A little girl appeared in front of them, lowered her head and said she wanted to take the elevator. Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly closed the elevator door, and the nurse asked strangely, "Why didn't you let her come up. The doctor said: "B3 is the morgue of our hospital. The hospital tied a red ribbon to the right hand of each corpse. Her right hand, her right hand has a red ribbon..."

Hearing this, the boy opened his eyes wide and even held his breath.

After hearing this, the nurse gradually stretched out her right hand, and said with a sinister smile, "Is it... such a red string?" "

"Ah! Vincent!"

The boy suddenly screamed out, and then threw himself into Vincent's arms.

The soft and smooth skin was tightly attached to his body, and the boy's breathing was short of breath, and the moist heat seemed to seep into his clothes.

He huddled into a ball, covered his face, and leaned limply on top of himself.

After a long time, the boy raised his eyes and looked out tentatively.

After confirming that there was no danger, he slowly raised his little head, his ears were bright red.

He said in a muffled voice, "Vincent, let's listen to another book."

"Okay, master." Vincent suppressed his smile and tried to remain serious.

However, when Vincent took another book, his breath was stagnant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his slender, white fingers stayed on the cover of the book without turning the pages for a long time.

The boy who had waited for a long time without hearing the voice tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Vincent?"

"..."

"Vincent?"

After a while, Vincent seemed to come back to his senses and said, "Master, do you want to hear me read a passage?"

"Well, it's all right." The boy's voice was soft and waxy, he lay on the bed docilely and well-behaved, and looked at him without blinking.

Vincent rubbed his hand on the words "Legend of the Werewolf" on the cover, then flipped a page at random and said: "In Prussia, Lithuania and Lycinia, such things once happened: the people there Suffering from wolf attacks throughout the year, they can often find their cattle torn to pieces and become a delicious meal for wild wolves. However, they are not frightened, because compared with this matter, There is another thing that is more terrifying, and that is the werewolf..." After reading this, he suddenly stopped.

"Why didn't Vincent read it anymore?" The boy's eyes showed a bit of innocence and doubt.

Vincent paused for a moment, and then said: "Master, can we read it in a different chapter?"

"Hmm." He nodded obediently.

"Soon, they came to a pond, and Lakshasa said to the Brahmins: "Wait for me next to me, I want to take a bath first, and then pray. Hearing this, the Brahmin thought: "I think he should tear me to pieces as soon as the prayer is over. Anyway, he swore not to walk on two feet, so I'd better slip away!" "So as soon as Lakshasa jumped into the pond, the Brahmans ran away in a hurry. Because they were afraid of violating their oath, Lakshasa didn't rush to chase him, so he had to watch him run farther and farther..."

The boy rubbed his eyes, then shrank back under the quilt, "Vincent, why don't we not read this book? I'm a little sleepy."

Vincent let out a long breath and said, "Master, shall I turn off the lights for you?"

The boy suddenly stretched out a small hand from under the quilt to grab Vincent's clothes, and said softly, "Well, Vincent, can you wait until I fall asleep?"

It turned out that after listening to the horror story, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep.

Vincent took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated emotions in his eyes, and then gently stroked the golden hair on the young man's forehead, "Okay, master, I will wait here until you fall asleep before leaving of."

"Thank you, Vincent." The boy squeezed his fingers and whispered.

"Master, it is my honor to serve you."

After an unknown amount of time, Vincent finally heard steady breathing from the side of the bed, and he got up to turn off the lights.

After walking out the door, he raised his eyes and took a deep look at the cold moon outside the window.

……

Gu Shen recently noticed that Vincent was a little strange. In the past, whenever he got home, he would follow him every step of the way.

As if afraid that he would disappear out of thin air, I wish I could be by his side all the time, every time I have to wait for him to sleep before reluctantly leaving.

But recently, probably since the last time Gu Shen asked him to read a bedtime story for him, Vincent has often disappeared.

But the good thing is that he found that the servants at home are working hard again. He can often see them in the hall, study, and bedroom, either sweeping the floor, or tidying the table, in short, they are showing their faces in front of him The frequency has increased.

It seems that Vincent's mental state is not very good recently. His usually calm and calm face seems to have become more expressionless, and sometimes he will stare straight at him.

To be honest, Gu Shen had the creepy feeling of being stared at by him as a prey.

This has never happened before. Although he usually keeps his eyes on himself for a long time, he has never been so explicit.

This kind of eager and straightforward gaze without any concealment made Gu Shen feel a little flustered.

However, Vincent seems to be deliberately avoiding himself recently. After waking himself up every morning, he left in a hurry.

Even if he met him in the hall, he just bowed his head and saluted to himself, and then went about his own business.

He wondered if Vincent was tired of serving himself?

After all, a housekeeper has to manage a lot of things, and every detail needs to be arranged by the housekeeper, so as to ensure that the whole house runs well.

Things like managing shopping, family finances, hosting guests, preparing dinner parties, gardening, and liaising with outside businesses all fell to Vincent, so he was working too hard.

Gu Shen thought that maybe he could find someone to help Vincent relieve his burden.

"Vincent, are you busy recently? I've thought about it. If you think there are too many things at home, I can ask another housekeeper to come back and help you share some things. You don't have to worry about salary. It's the same as before." Gu Shen said sincerely and considerately.

"No need, young master, I'm not busy recently, so I don't need to trouble you." Vincent said in a cold tone.

Then, he went back to his room.

Gu Shen was left standing there alone in embarrassment, did he say something that made Vincent feel uncomfortable?

Why is Vincent's tone so cold and his face so bad.

Gu Shen, who was suddenly left out and didn't understand why, returned to the room alone, sitting on the bed with his head down and a sleepy expression.

That night, his housekeeper didn't even come to say goodnight, let alone turn off the lights for him.

He had to crawl out of the warm blanket by himself, tapped on his slippers to turn off the light, and then groped his way back to his bed in the dark.

But Gu Shen lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, and then he suddenly realized that he forgot to draw the curtains.

There is a faint moonlight pouring quietly into the room through the windows, embellishing the floor mottled.

He thought it might be because the moonlight was too bright that he couldn't sleep, so he got up from the cold and walked to the window.

Seeing this, he froze by the window, it was actually a full moon today.

The moon is like a large silver disc, hanging high in the dark blue sky, and the hazy night has covered the earth with a veil.

The silver light poured down quietly, illuminating the quiet villa, the gray path, and the small tree at the door.

Under the moonlight, a gust of wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the soft and hazy moonlight makes people feel like they are in the vast sky.

Gu Shen stood in front of the window and looked at it for a long time, suddenly felt a little cold, so he picked up a coat from the armchair and put it on.

After a while, he felt a little hungry again.

Because Vincent didn't seem to be in a good mood today, and he didn't even have any appetite. He ate a little for dinner and didn't even eat dessert, so his stomach was growling with hunger.

He rubbed his somewhat deflated stomach, planning to go to the kitchen to find something to eat by himself.