After getting off the night shift, Toler Claes walked alone on the road. In order to become a policeman well, he chose to rent a house near the Sheriff's Department. It was not far away, but it was the oldest small house. The only advantage of a house is that you don’t have to pay the high rent.
A colleague gave him the suggestion that as long as he stayed away from King Street, he could rent two bedrooms and one living room with good conditions for the same rent. As long as the transportation was convenient, he could also commute to get off work quickly by steam tram. However, this suggestion was rejected by Toller Ke Les refused.
He would buy food for the evening on the street and return to his small room to rest.
But during the recent period, he often slept until midnight and would be woken up by a "clang" sound. The wound that had not completely healed would always open again while he was half asleep, bleeding uncontrollably.
He touched the thick gauze around his neck, and felt a sense of wetness and tingling. The bright red blood spread out through the white. If it hadn't been tightly wrapped, he would have had the illusion that his head was separated from his body.
According to the hospital, the gauze cannot be removed until the wound is completely healed. Therefore, he cannot even take a shower during this period and can only wipe his face and body clean with a soft towel.
The moment he woke up, Toler Kress was in a trance. He seemed to see some figure in the house, but when he looked carefully, nothing appeared.
There was another sound from the next door, like the sound of entering the door. Toler Claes was a little surprised. He used the moonlight to look at the clock on the wall. The time on it showed that it was already past three o'clock.
"Are you coming back so late?"
Toler Claes muttered a few words, but after all, it was someone else's business, and it had nothing to do with him whether he came back sooner or later.
only,
The woman next door had just returned home. She had obviously had a hard day's work, and her face looked a little tired, so she didn't pay much attention when closing the door and accidentally used too much force.
"Be careful."
In the darkness behind her, a strange figure appeared at some point. The moonlight shone through the glass into the room, and one could see that the figure was no different from a human being.
"Sorry, I'm just too tired."
The woman put down the bag in her hand and squatted down to untie her shoes.
"If you don't know the severity, you will wake them all up."
The man warned in a low voice.
"I know, can you stop complaining?"
But the woman was obviously a little impatient. She checked the preparations and traces she had made before leaving, and confirmed that the man had followed her advice and did not leave the room, and her face became slightly better.
"Has the person been found?"
The man knew what the woman was thinking, but he didn't say much. In his current state, he was really not suitable to go outside. If he was caught by the knights, it would be more harm than good.
"Not yet, and I don't know where that kid Bellito has gone. I went to many places today, and the missing person notices that should be issued have been issued, but no one has seen him."
The woman dragged her tired body to the sofa and sat down. Seeing that there was still some blood stains on the sofa, she leaned against the clean place next to her in disgust.
The man raised his legs to approach her, and there was a sound of metal clashing. When he reached a certain distance, he could no longer move forward.
He looked helplessly at the iron chain on his hand, tried to wave it, and found that he really couldn't resist. He could only look at the woman pitifully, and said coquettishly:
"Please, let me go."
"No, your injuries haven't healed yet and your body is very unstable. If you lose control, I will be the one in trouble."
The woman refused without mercy. She stood up, patted the remaining dust on her body, and walked towards the house. The man was left alone to stop in place, making a whimpering sound. In the darkness, golden pupils flickered. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't return to his normal eye color.
"By the way, until you find Bellito, you can't leave here even a step. Don't even think about disobeying me, otherwise... you know the consequences."
"But……"
The man seemed to want to argue, but the woman didn't want to give him this chance.
Without much communication, she entered the bedroom alone. The first thing she turned on was the lamp on the desk. The light outlined the surrounding objects. She pulled out a chair and sat down quietly.
The man came to her room and looked at her lonely figure working alone without saying anything. Through the light, it could be clearly seen that his blue-white skin was covered with large and small scars, some even It has not completely healed yet and is constantly bleeding out.
"Go back and rest.".
Even if the woman doesn't look back, she still knows that the man is behind her. It's probably an illusion. The face reflected in the glass seemed to be flowing with crystal tears.
"But……"
"Nothing, by the way, your dinner is in the bag, remember...enough is enough."
The woman said softly.
She picked up the pen and recorded something in the notebook. This time, she controlled her strength. Under the table next to her, many discarded half-section pens were lost.
"I know, you never believed me."
The man muttered in a low voice and turned back to the living room. Part of the reason why he recovered so slowly from his injuries was because he ate less.
"I am only allowed to eat one meal a day. It will have to wait until the end of the Year of the Monkey. Lord Bellito can't be found. How long will I have to be imprisoned..."
The man used a pole to reach the bag at the door. There was an iron cage in the bag. The little creature in the cage was rolling its eyes roundly, looking at this dark and strange world with suspicion.
There was a dimness in his eyes, and he thought about carrying the cage to complain, but when he thought about it, it was not easy for her. She went out early in the morning and had to be busy until she came back at night. She was working to earn money to support him and looking for Bellito at the same time. He couldn't bear to blame him for his whereabouts.
"I can't help it. Whoever makes me kind-hearted is you."
He grinned, revealing his fangs. There was only a brief animal cry, and the original silence returned to the room.
Flesh and hair were mixed together, and scattered bones were thrown casually into the bag. There was still a bright red residue at the corners of the man's mouth. For a short period of time, his pupils returned to the unique blue color of the British Beier people.
"Go and have a rest. I'll take care of the next garbage."
The woman didn't know when she appeared at the door of the bedroom. She looked at the motionless man and sighed softly. She approached quietly, then knelt down and gave him a warm hug.
"It's okay, after everything is resolved..."
After everything is resolved,
We can go home.
