In about twenty minutes, the train arrived at St. Din Station. Looking at the pretty girl sleeping soundly on his shoulder, Mir kneaded her cheeks without any gentlemanly manner and woke her up: "Emilia, wake up. Don’t sleep, we’re here.”
Emilia opened her eyes with a confused look on her face, the turbidity and confusion in her eyes dissipated a little: "It's so fast~"
The two of them walked off the train holding hands. Emilia woke up a lot as she slept, and at least she could walk normally, although she was still a little unsteady.
Walking from Shengding Station to the villa, she didn't meet any strange people, and Emilia's confusion was washed away by the wind on the way: "I was so drunk. No wonder people say that dwarf wine is sweet. It’s a trap, but fortunately, you can get drunk quickly and wake up quickly.”
Mir walked to the fence gate and pulled out a golden hair from the connection between the door and the frame: "It seems that no one has entered the garden of the villa."
Amelia walked forward curiously, looked at the hair in his hand, and said in a surprised tone: "When did you put it up? Where did your hair come from?"
"When I went out," Mir casually waved his hair into the air: "I picked it up from under the table and chair."
"Am I losing my hair?" Emilia touched her proud long hair with a shocked look on her face. Her face revealed panic and grievance, as if she had encountered a situation more terrifying than heresy.
"Calm down, Emilia, everyone loses fifty to a hundred hairs every day. This is normal." Mir opened the door and looked at the purple tail flowers in the entire garden, and found that there was nothing unusual inside. Then he took her hand and walked towards the small door of the villa.
Emilia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart: "Thank you Mir, I was almost finished. Even if it is a sweet lie, I will believe it."
Mir pulled out another long golden hair above the small door of the villa, which made Emilia's heart tremble again: "Open the door, Emilia, there are no traces of stepping on the purple tail flowers under the window, the window There was no sign of it being opened, the hair on the door was still there, and no one was in the house.”
Emilia took out the key with a sad look on her face, her expression becoming even more aggrieved.
This made Mir look weird: "Emilia, I have a way to make you never see the hair falling off again."
"What method?" After Emilia opened the door, she looked back at Mil with surprise.
Mir looked at the furnishings and layout of the house and said casually: "Looking for a diligent housekeeping aunt."
...
In Emilia's room, Mir closed the curtains and adjusted the gas in the gas lamp to the minimum. The dim room suddenly became a little ambiguous.
Pick up the shotgun, which Amelia had kept behind the door.
"Will he really come?" Emilia opened the large wardrobe and stood in it.
Mir stacked the pillows with a pile of clothes and covered them with a quilt. If you didn't pay attention, it would look like two people were having fun inside: "The possibility of coming today is very high."
Then he also walked into the closet.
After the cabinet door was closed, the boundless darkness enveloped the two of them, and they could hear each other's breathing in the quiet surroundings.
Emilia inadvertently approached Mir and pulled on the corner of his clothes, her heart beating faster and faster.
It's normal to be afraid. Mir naturally thought that he might face a crazy heretic next. Even Mir was a little frightened: "If he comes later, even if I control him, don't come out, just to be safe." one."
...
Time passed by little by little, and I don’t know how long it took. Emilia leaned on Mil’s shoulder, breathing slowly, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Even Mir's head was moving bit by bit, and the long period of concentration made him feel a little sleepy.
"Bang!" But at this moment, a loud sound of glass exploding woke them up.
"Go to hell!" Along with the roar came the sound of the bed board splitting, like a madman trying to vent his anger.
Mir kicked the cabinet door open, and pointed the black gun directly at the angry and confused man in front of him: "You are here after all, Charles."
The man in front of him was holding a half-meter-long standard long knife. His messy hair, thin cheeks, and blood-red eyes demonstrated his madness, but under the black muzzle, his crazy face also showed a trace. fear.
Charles looked at the elf gentleman in front of him who made him angry. The darkness of half a year had made him very sensitive to danger. If it had not touched on the dignity of male nobles, he would not be so reckless. His breathing was a little messy, and his fingers Pulling on the trigger, it seems that he is not a knight. Knights will only hold their fingers under the trigger to prevent accidental injury.
But compared to the man in front of me, I now hope to meet the knight, because this stupid gentleman will really pull the trigger without hesitation: "Calm down, sir, it seems this is just a misunderstanding, haha Ha ha."
Charles dropped the long knife and slowly raised his arm: "You are not a knight, and you did not kill me immediately, which means we can still talk, right?"
"Squat down!" Mir pointed the gun directly at his head.
Charles did as he was told, but found that he couldn't squat down. He could only sit on the ground, holding his head in his hands, with an awkward smile on his face: "My bones don't seem to allow me to squat down, hahahaha."
"There are a few questions. If you don't answer them, you will die," Mill said simply, pointing the gun directly at Charles, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
Hearing this, Charles' face showed a hint of relaxation: "Okay, sir, no matter what you ask, I will answer it."
After saying this, his pupils were slightly dilated for a while. Mir noticed this detail. He was highly concentrated at this time: "What the hell did you do?"
Mir weighed the pros and cons and considered whether to shelter this heretic now.
"Relax, relax sir, as you can see, I'm just a heretical madman," Charles said with an awkward smile: "Madmen all have mental problems, and they often lose concentration."
Mir looked at his bloodshot eyes doubtfully: "Don't make any small moves, otherwise I will kill you without hesitation. Answer my question, what is the way?"
"Hahaha," Charles suddenly laughed at this time: "We are all the same poor people. The God of Righteousness will not turn his attention to us. Join us. The God of Disaster will always have mercy on everyone."
"Answer my question!" Mir frowned. Why did he feel that this person was stalling for time.
"Okay sir, I am very happy to answer your question. What is a pathway? What you asked is quite good. I think back then I also caught a glimpse of a crack in the pathway. I went crazy about it and almost fell into the arms of the God of Disaster. , then let..."
Mir aimed at Charles' head, with no hesitation in his eyes. This bullshit heresy would only delay time.
"Stop, stop, I say, I say it all," Charles' face showed beads of sweat. At that moment, he felt the breath of death: "The path is the direction of the sublimation of church members and the path of life change. "
Seeing Charles' concise words, Mir temporarily gave up the idea of shooting: "What kind of direction, what kind of road, how do you sublimate yourself."
