Susanna Gregory felt she was so unlucky that she shouldn't have left the house.
She just wanted to go to Detective Poirot and talk about canceling her commission - just like she did a few days ago.
After all, it is now obvious that some kind of mutation has appeared in her aunt that she is not aware of, and it is very dangerous to ordinary people. Although Detective Poirot sometimes behaves like a psychopath who thinks too highly of himself, at least most of the time he is more like a gentle gentleman, even a little jealous of evil. And this commission of mine is very likely to put this Mr. Detective in danger.
She still remembered that her "aunt's" sharp claws full of bone spurs were completely aimed at her heart. If she didn't know why the opponent strangely shifted the direction and finally injured her left arm, then she would definitely It will become a mute corpse in Newlyn Manor, maybe it will be regarded as a bombing victim.
To be honest, she always felt that she didn't look like herself when she woke up from a coma in the ruins in the morning. She knew very well that she would not be so calm at all in such a situation.
She simply couldn't bear the pain from the wound, nor could she avoid being frightened in that situation, let alone choosing to follow those gentlemen after seeing them - she felt like she had been deprived of something. Something, numb and cold.
It was like I had just seen those people.
Yes, just like those people, those people twisting their limbs weirdly, they look like a group of puppets who have sold their souls to the devil, singing and dancing on the strings of the operator.
Miss Gregory couldn't help but want to laugh. She recognized many people here, and even saw several important people who had been introduced by her father or grandfather. Now they are still dressed formally, but the walking sticks that often accompany them are long gone. Instead, they are shaking their shoulders and arms awkwardly, and their leather shoes make a strange rhythm on the ground.
This change occurred in a calm atmosphere, even so calm that it was a little funny. But she only felt an uneasiness and trembling that could not be ignored, which even caused her to lose a certain amount of language ability for a period of time.
This feeling of fear is not unreasonable, because when the moon rises, the sound of drums from a distant place inexplicably echoes with her heartbeat. She basically loses control over her hands and feet, and with those people They danced to the beat together, and sang and danced with them along the street.
She didn't know what exactly she encountered, but after experiencing the previous events, she could probably guess that it was probably related to extraordinary power.
She had no way to stop her hands and feet from dancing, so she could only find ways to change her direction, gradually deviating from the flow of dancing people and entering the alley.
There were no people in the alley, and they were probably there to watch the people dancing on the street outside. She had seen it before, a group of ragged people pointing at the people singing and dancing, and some even imitated the dance with a smile. , and then join the crowd of singing and dancing people.
She didn't know what that meant, but she at least knew she wanted to get away from the crowd and... then go to the church for help.
Moreover, she probably had a hunch that she might have to jump all the way to the church.
A small figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley. Miss Gregory was caught off guard and bumped into the figure.
"damn it!"
They both fell to the ground, and Miss Gregory couldn't help but curse.
Except for this situation, whenever she falls, it's not a big deal to her, it's just a little painful at most. But now her hands and feet were not under her control, and it was impossible for her to get up on her own.
She raised her head and looked at the person who bumped into her, and the anger in her heart couldn't help but disappear.
This is a little boy with black hair and brown eyes. His facial features are very good. His running just now brought a little blood to his pale face, and he seems to be healthier.
The boy raised his head with a little panic, his eyes met Miss Gregory, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.
"Have you met Sister Pagani before?" he asked aloud.
Miss Gregory was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously grabbed the boy's arm, trying hard to prevent the trembling shoulders and arms that seemed to have their own consciousness from affecting her actions.
She took a deep breath and tried to make her words calmer: "Do you recognize Sister Pagani?"
The boy nodded blankly, then seemed to realize something, and stammered: "Sister Pagani is a very good person, she is very gentle."
Miss Gregory twitched her lips slightly and asked, "Can you take me to find her?"
The boy hesitated, then finally nodded.
He stood up, patted the dust on himself, and said, "Okay, I'll go find a trolley."
"Thank you, little sir, what should I call you?" Miss Gregory couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and asked.
The boy smiled at her and whispered: "Milo Madeleine, Sister Pagani often calls me 'little Milo'."
...
Agnes had scarlet eyes, staring at the dim kerosene lamp on the wooden table not far away in the room.
She could clearly feel that the full moon was affecting her. The desire for blood and killing rose in her heart, causing her to uncontrollably release her "werewolf" state. Her sharp claws penetrated the quilt and became embedded in the bed board.
But at least she could think calmly, Agnes thought calmly.
The curse this time seems to be stronger than the last time.
She probably knew where the crux was, because ever since the drums started ringing, she could smell the smell that made her sick and uncomfortable, permeating the city and mixing in the air.
She was disgusted by the smell, like the buzzing of mosquitoes or flies while sleeping. It wasn't exactly irritating, but it was enough to make her irritable.
When she heard the sound of drums, Agnes probably knew that the Heart of Nature team had failed to prevent the other party from carrying out their plan.
With the help of little Milo's eyes, Agnes saw the scene on the streets of the city.
It looks like a grand parade on some kind of celebration day. It looks cheerful, but in fact it is full of weirdness - and it looks like a ceremony.
Agnes could feel the waiter she had just received a few days ago. Mr. Bernie also inexplicably joined the crowd of people singing and dancing, and he was among the first to start dancing - he was obviously still being treated by his former master. Chase.
She had always had a hunch that she could not completely prevent the Silver Rose case from having an impact on her, but to be honest, what the other party had done so far only affected her and the "werewolf waiter" who could be abandoned at any time. She couldn't believe it was so easy.
Agnes curled up her body and closed her eyes.
No matter what happens in the future, as a passive party, she can only do her best to deal with it. After all, she still doesn't know what the other party is going to do in such a big battle.
