unexpected giveaway

It is now six o'clock in the evening, and the sky has already darkened.

The unique dampness of autumn comes with the night wind, and the green plants in front of the big red house shake symbolically, making small sounds that are almost ignored.

As night really fell, the lights in front of the house came into play, illuminating this seldom-visited place with a bright yellow light.Generally speaking, houses here are hard to sell. They are remote and quiet. Although there are large courtyards and lush plants, the biggest disadvantage is always being far away from the urban area and traffic congestion.To put it in vulgar terms, the police may not even know about the death in the house.And it turns out that building a basement under the house has become a secret under such circumstances, not to mention that there is a cell in the basement that once held a troublesome guy.

Oh, and now the yellow-haired troublemaker has escaped.

The purpose of the bodyguard who was knocking on the door was also to report this incident.

"Sir, Corey Damon escaped, and when we went down, we found that the cell was guarded by soldiers."

said the bodyguard who was allowed in.

The person called "Sir" is Earl Bookeson from country L. At this moment, he is sitting on a soft leather chair in the study room watching the light from the lamp at the corner of the table.

Bukshin turned his head around, darting his sharp gaze over the bodyguard's face.

"He... escaped?"

The bodyguard obviously felt that the temperature in the study had dropped to the lowest after the sentence ended, and Bukshen's tone of voice was very slow, which still made him feel scared.The bodyguard said without confidence: "Yes, yes."

"I know it is..." Halfway through the sentence, Bukshen suddenly laughed, without asking, he knew who else could come to the cell to save Corey, except that cold Mr. Williams.As for the result of the questioning, there is no need for Bukshin to care. They will meet tomorrow, and it will be the last time.

Thinking of this, Bukshen couldn't help but get excited.

The bodyguard standing by the door couldn't understand the meaning of his employer's smile, and the panic in his heart was like little ants climbing up the blood vessels.

Bukshin said with a smile, "Is Mazhen back?"

"Yes." The bodyguard bowed his head quickly.

"Let her act with those people," Bukshin said.

The bodyguard leaned over: "Yes."

Bukshen: "Is that female doctor still there?"

Bodyguard: "It's still there, we have four guards, and the female doctor didn't do anything strange."

"Really, the port is not so easy to guess after all." Bukshen said regretfully, "Let her sink into the sea, this is a small punishment."

The bodyguard replied coldly: "Yes."

Bukshen turned around and looked out the window: "Today's night is so long, how can we not have some appetizers. Unfortunately, I can't see it. It's not good for an old guy like me to skip the side dishes and go straight to the main course." habit."

"Go down, it won't be any fun listening to an old man here."

"Yes." The bodyguard leaned down again, saluted the count, and exited the room, closing the door.

The study room returned to its previous calm, the flame in the fireplace was burning, and those gorgeous light spots attached to the charcoal would make beeping sounds at any time.

Bukshen was still looking at the scenery outside the window. The colors of the plants were always darker, lurking in the shadows, as if they were moving randomly.Bukshen admitted that he was a little excited and excited now. He couldn't wait to see Chester's reaction tomorrow, and he couldn't wait to see the child who inherited everything from Chester.

The brief conversation he had with the bodyguard before kept reverberating in his mind.

Bookishen turned around slowly, opened the drawer and took out the two photos inside. He looked at the phantom of 17-year-old Chester and the baby.

"I will definitely raise this child up well so that he will go along the path I imagined, and he will be the envy of everyone." Bookesin murmured, "Just like the Earl of Jersey."

Bukshin will never forget that when they were watching the "cleansing" of the church, and the Earl of Jersey came in with his youngest adopted son, a beautiful child, innocent and full of fear of "purifying" .Bu Xun who was sitting closest could even hear his weak voice, hearing him calling Dad, Dad, it was really a pleasant piece of music.

Buxon remembered that the child was named Villier, with black hair and blue eyes, and extremely fair skin, especially when set off by a black plush dog.There is also blood, which is as passionate and romantic as roses on his body.The earls present were all amazed at him. Like Buxen, they liked to watch "purification" and this kind of retro black mass. You must know that this kind of activity is tantamount to disappearing in today's life.However, country L is not such a bloody country, such as dedicating innocent children to the devil.After the children complete the ceremony, they will be washed and accepted the praises of the believers, that is the time when they are closest to God.

Bookishon loves the L country, loves these sacred ceremonies, loves the pained and twisted expressions of the children—in his opinion, this is the original symbol.Human beings have transitioned from apes, and with the richness of emotions, they are increasingly disguised, but only the pain will not change.The creation of such an environment in country L stems from the fact that it chose the path of autocracy.Under autocracy, the emperor is the greatest, and the Earl of Jersey, the brother of the emperor, is also a symbol of power.

Therefore, Bukshen just watched. He never dared to ask the Count of Jersey to lend him Villiers for a few days. God, he was looking forward to this in his dreams.

It's a pity that the Earl of Jersey only appeared once, and even though Bukshen went to "purify" every day, he never saw him again, nor did he see that little angel with black hair and white skin appear again.

This must be the devil's jealousy.

"I'm going to get it soon." Bukshen leaned close to the blurry photo, "It's not just longing, but my own adopted son. I will take him to the black mass, to participate in various ceremonies, so that his body and mind His soul is attached to God."

Bukshen fell into a crazy imagination, and he really couldn't resist the intimate title of "father" when the child pleaded.

"You have a fine lineage—Mr. Williams, he deserves to be knelt down. You are more beautiful and real than any child bought with money."

The flames in the fireplace whistled, and the ancient wall clock rang.

Bukshen sitting by the desk was like a stone statue, and all the sounds around him failed to attract his attention.He is immersed in the imaginary world, immersed in the sense of superiority over the count of Jersey.

Everyone will like him, Bukshen thought, and he will be very generous then.

The exchange of adopted children is so common in country L.

However, country M.

Bukshen simply couldn't understand the system of country M!

In Country L, they can use their adopted son to do anything. The adopted son is both a noble prince and a lowly slave, existing perfectly like darkness and light.

But country M only knows to follow the rigid rules and laws!

Fortunately, country M also gave him respect, and those few little flies can be ignored like this.

Bukshen seemed to wake up suddenly - after all, it was extremely disgusting that such dirty symbols suddenly appeared in a dream.Bukshen squeezed the photo tightly.

"I wish tomorrow would come soon," he said.

He must return to Country L quickly. Here, even the great Mr. Williams can't understand him, and he can't do what he imagined.

Only country L, his hometown, can make him feel comforted.

But before he left, he still needed to do something, it was rare for him to come here.Bookishin looked at Chester's photo, and a smile appeared on his lips.He still wants some chips, and he wants to be more memorable.

"The reason why time-limited games can be time-limited is that when the time exceeds, hell will come."

At one o'clock in the morning, everything is sleeping and waiting for the dawn.

The noisy city has also fallen into darkness, except for small red lights in some small alleys, which are usually a symbol of sleepless bars.Bars, loud music and stimulating spirits make people have a tireless spirit.

But in the western suburbs, the tranquility there is almost comparable to that of the earl who also lives in a remote area.

Chester Williams, the excellent Alpha's residence, was in darkness at this time.The reason is very simple, the owner is not in the house.Also, during this special time, no point of light should be seen in the house.

People are always going to sleep, even if the unpredictable Mr. Williams in the past six months has suddenly allowed the lights to be turned on at night.At this time, no one will be awake.

Oh, at least according to common sense.

But we have all forgotten that Chester is no different than before. He and his partner and servants are going through a special and weird battle. There is no smoke and death in this battle. Of course, it is only temporary.

Guards Topher, Jack, and Warren are gathering in front of the main room, and the sparks in the night represent their state at this time.They smoke in a big house with only one person, to refresh themselves, or to relieve tension.

Their employer, Mr. Williams, has been looking for the missing Mr. Damon and Dr. Claus these days. They are not sure if they have found it. Before they can answer ignorantly, they should understand that there is only one month left. next eight days.

But even if they were worried, it was useless. The people brought by Mr. Williams were enough to deal with the troubles from the outside world. A large house without an owner had to be guarded, and guards existed like this.

"How is Mrs. Sani?" Jack, who was standing in the passage, asked Topher who had just walked out of the house.

Topher made a done gesture.

"I made her hide in the closet and made her swear that no matter what happens, she can't come out of the closet unless someone pulls it open." Topher approached them. "Any cigarettes?"

Warren immediately tossed him a cigarette.

Topher took it and aimed it at Jack's lit cigarette, and soon the cigarette was lit.

Topher put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Hey, you look tense," Jack quipped. "Relax, Topher. That's way better than Mr. Williams telling us to plant a bomb."

Topher exhaled white smoke: "I know, Jack. But I always feel that it will be uneasy. Mr. Tianliang is going to meet the earl today. No one has been here these days. If the earl does anything, it can only be now. "

"Besides, we shouldn't have any complaints, Jack." Warren who didn't speak much on the side also took up the words, "Without Mr. Williams, we would not have such a stable job until now. As Arthur said Saying that wit and a mouth full of candy are permanent weapons of survival."

Jack: "Believe me, Warren, I have no intention of complaining to Mr. Williams. I will do whatever Mr. Williams tells me to do."

Warren nodded to Jack.

"Hush—" Topher suddenly lowered his voice, "Listen."

A gust of night wind blew, and the plants in the fence were blown to make rustling sounds one after another.The three guards put out the cigarette together and looked around vigilantly.A strange and indescribable feeling extended from all around and attacked them. They were divided into three places, making the final defense.

—Let her act with those people.

If men had some kind of God's gift, they could possibly know that some bad earl in the distance gave such an order.Raid Williams' house at night, get more hostages, and make tomorrow's feast richer.

In fact, as guards, Topher, Jack, and Warren also successfully detected the discomfort.

Aggressive alpha pheromone.

They may be hiding in the grass, or crouching under a fence.The guards couldn't help thinking that a long time ago, someone sneaked into Mr. Williams' house. It was a group of crazy thieves. At that time, they could only watch.

Guarding can always make them find a little value in their busy lives.

The night sky was pitch black, with no stars or moon, only black light spreading along the white fence.The surrounding area was extremely quiet, except for the wind, even the cries of night insects disappeared, giving people the illusion that they were the only ones left here.

The guards stood where they were, no one appeared, as if no one wanted to take the initiative.However, the guards all know that their own attributes let them know clearly that someone has broken in.

Topher clenched his fists, and he took two steps forward.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone stepping on the grass, and it was fast.

A black shadow flashed from behind, and Topher hurriedly turned around.

In the dark triangular room, Sani hid in the cabinet and tried to listen to the movement outside.But in the small space, the sound of her heartbeat overwhelmed everything.

Sani vaguely felt the sound of fighting outside, but felt that it might be an illusion caused by being too nervous.

Sani prayed in her heart, praying that God would give them strength to help them tide over the difficulties.

The middle-aged maid couldn't help thinking about the day she left—after Cory disappeared, she felt that if she could spend more time with Cory at that time, he would not have left.

She never knew how important the child was to Corey (of course, Corey himself did not realize it). After Corey left, Mr. Williams often disappeared, and the big house without people made the maid feel uncomfortable. .

You know, they've been living like this before.

No one needs to be close, and everyone does their job.No need for any conversation either, no one will come to fix it.Mr. Williams always maintained a repulsive attitude, and he never talked to anyone-nor was there any house owner among the upper classes or nobles who was so stupid as to talk to his servants.

So Sani got into a tangle of emotions, knowing she was offended and yet taking it for granted.

Or, Sani thought apprehensively, or they'd be one big family.

Sani's inexplicable mood ended at the kitchen window.

Yes, Sani was hiding in Conrad's usual kitchen—perhaps that aroused some undue fantasies, and the shattering of the window glass seemed so sudden and loud that she couldn't help it want to scream.

Sani, who covered her mouth and huddled in the cabinet, heard the dull sound of guns hitting the ground.

The sound of footsteps came after the muffled sound, very light, like special shoes with heels worn by young women.

Sani heard the voice stop in front of the cabinet.

Dark, closed realm and sweltering breath, Sani stared hard at the cupboard door.

"I think there's something in it."

A sweet and strange voice sounded, with some joy and some indifference.Sani felt that she had heard this voice before, like the little nurse in the nurse's station who had greeted her countless times-she had to pass there every time she went to the Corey ward.

Sani gripped the handle of the frying pan she used for self-defense.

She vaguely remembered that the little nurse was Ma Zhen, a very cute and sloppy person.

The cabinet door was slowly pulled open, and when the familiar face appeared in front of her, Sani just screamed and smashed it with a frying pan.

The author has something to say: Villiers is a character in another novel I think, because I can’t write it in the age of crab =_=

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