Agnes jumped down from the roof with a slight smile. She thought of the blood-stained utensils scattered on the floor by the door, and the muscles in her face couldn't help but twitch.
She had been here for a while, and happened to see Xiao Milo using the mechanism she arranged in the room to seriously injure the man who broke into the house, and then stepped forward and cut the man's neck with a knife. During the whole process, the man only had time to let out a miserable sound. Call.
To be honest, the traps set up by Xiao Milo are really cruel and fatal to ordinary people without extraordinary power.
When the man opened the door and walked into the room, he touched a fishing line that was difficult for ordinary people to see clearly. When he walked to the door, first a sheet flew down from the roof and covered the man's head. The man suddenly panicked. He stood up and staggered a few steps, but his body pulled a few fishing lines again. After a few slight rolling sounds, above the head, several hammers, kitchen knives and cleavers hooked by fishing lines fell down, directly opening the man. Several toy darts with syringe needles attached came from all directions. It flew with the sound of wind and struck hard on the man's body.
To be honest, Agnes felt that compared with Xiao Milo, Xiao Milo was like a person who had taken the "prisoner" potion and mastered the skills of killing people with readily available items.
Little Milo looked a little annoyed. He let go of his hand, threw the man to the ground, stood up, pressed his chest and bowed to Agnes, and said with some apology: "I'm sorry, Ms. Boethia, let me You saw this, and I was going to throw the trash in the basement before you came."
"Who is this person?" Agnes asked, raising her eyebrows.
"The gangster on the street." Little Milo looked at the man lying on the ground with disgust and said softly: "Ever since the news of Daniel's 'disappearance' came, he has tried to break into my house several times."
"That's right," Agnes looked at little Milo and said with a smile, "Then these agencies are prepared for people who break into your home without permission?"
Little Milo looked at Agnes and nodded seriously.
"Yes, anyone."
"Okay," Agnes stared at Milo for a while, then finally shrugged and asked, "Do you need me to help you dispose of his body?"
"No," Xiao Milo shook his head and refused: "You are a guest, and it is the owner's business to dispose of the garbage. You should not leave it to the guests."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, grabbed the man's shoulders again, and continued to drag the man toward the basement. Agnes watched Milo's movements helplessly, then turned and walked back to the living room.
The living room was not actually a mess. All the mechanisms the man touched were aimed at his own location, and he failed to walk through the entrance hall. The only trace he left in the living room was a fishing line. A dent produced by a wall that is embedded in the wall.
Agnes walked to the sofa and sat down, her eyes leisurely scanned the alternating fishing lines in the air, and nodded slightly.
Little Milo returned to the living room, cleaned up the blood stains at the door, and returned several utensils to their places. Then he went back to the room and changed his clothes before sitting next to Agnes.
"I kept you waiting, Ms. Boethia." Little Milo said to Agnes with a serious face, looking like a little adult. He looked like just a child trying to pretend to be mature, but what he just did No matter how you look at it, it is not something a normal child can do.
"It's not a long time, but since there is nothing else to do now, let us take advantage of this beautiful night to talk frankly, Mr. Milo Madeleine," Agnes has never regarded little Milo as normal. A child of about ten years old, she looked at little Milo calmly and said: "When we met this afternoon, a mysterious connection was created between us."
To be honest, Milo was the first time Agnes had empathy and connection with a person who could live a normal life, although Agnes did not think Milo was a normal person. In a way, this was the first time she had enough time to communicate with the person she resonated with through words what the other person felt through the resonance.
"Yes, this is a mysterious connection." Little Milo said looking at Agnes with a strange smile.
"What do you feel?" Agnes looked at little Milo and asked.
"My pain and joy have established a connection with you, and you have turned your attention to me; I can exchange all my joys and sorrows for my own ascent, or let myself fall and wait for you to hug me." Xiao Milo said with a little bit. With a smile, he said to Agnes.
"Then what choice do you want?" Agnes asked with a frown.
"Your hug is more tempting to me than anything else." Little Milo said with a hint of longing.
"That doesn't sound like a good choice," Agnes said, confused.
"No, this is what I want." Xiao Milo looked at Agnes' brows furrowed in confusion and explained with a smile: "I don't want to abandon those joys and sorrows, maybe those joys and sorrows bring me pain , brings madness, and often makes me unable to think rationally, and I will not be careful enough and fall into danger; but it is precisely because of these that I feel that it is really interesting to destroy their ideas and make their expectations fail. I can't resist this temptation."
"Who are they?" Agnes asked.
"Didn't you guess it?" Xiao Milo asked with some doubts.
"They are my parents." He didn't care much about Agnes' words and said directly.
Agnes couldn't help but frowned and said nothing.
"It's really ridiculous. They think it's a lucky thing for me to be a natural half of Sequence Nine." Little Milo said with a slight sneer.
"But the weird babble has been lingering in my ears almost since I was a child, making it impossible for me to hear what they and Daniel said. Mrs. Wellington, Mrs. Morris and others even thought I was born deaf."
"I cried because of those babbles, and couldn't sleep because of those babbles, but they just thought it was because I was born to cry and make noise. Every time I cried, they would just leave me aside and wait for me to quiet down. Come down and only Daniel will come and coax me and hold me.”
“As I grew up and finally learned to distinguish other people’s words from the inescapable babble, I still remember the first time I heard Daniel sing me a lullaby even though I didn’t understand him at the time. He was singing something, but I could feel him trying to comfort me.”
"When I first started, I couldn't hear other people's words and couldn't go to school. They didn't care. Only Daniel took his old textbooks after class every day to teach me how to read."
"But they, they actually want to sacrifice Daniel!"
"They think an eight-year-old kid can't understand what they're saying? Especially a guy like me who didn't learn to speak until I was three or four years old!"
"They deserve to die!"
Milo's face looked a little ferocious, but Agnes listened to Milo's story without saying a word.
