Heather who counterattacked

The young man has been holding the box and staring at Cyril for a long time, so long that no bodyguard, no matter how dull, can notice the strangeness.

There are a lot of people coming and going to move things at the entrance of the hotel, which is very noisy. There is a row of black cars here, and some people are standing beside the cars. The boss waited quietly for the companions who packed up the equipment in the hotel without saying a word. They are all strong and strong. The burly guy with hidden clothes is not uniform, and his posture is very relaxed, but there are always a few eyes with a cold and tough temperament that should not be entered by others, and it is inevitable to attract some attention.

But the biggest problem is that the boss didn't get into the car!Cyril doesn't like lively places, and hates being watched by others for a long time. It's best to have a hidden shadow where he can stay. There are very few exceptions. This time... the boss is actually in a daze outside?

No, contemplation.

Occasionally, when someone sees Xi Ruier, it is inevitable that they will be stunned for a while. After passing by, they have to dodge their eyes and take a few more glances. Does not turn.

The boss has not come back to report for more than half a year, the actual number one in the bodyguard team, but Captain C who still has a subtitle on the front, glanced at Hui Yao and the others who were still talking softly, then glanced at the boss, and shook his head at his subordinates However, the vigilance is all raised.

If you stay in a certain field for too long, you will be particularly sensitive to the smell of certain people, because no matter how you pretend, as long as you have been exposed to human life, your disregard and disapproval for life cannot be hidden in your temperament. I always call this the smell of blood, the blood that can never be washed away forever.No matter how innocent and innocent this young man looked, it was bloody in their eyes.

Moreover, the other party did not hide it at all.The posture of the hands, the gun calluses on the fingers, are fully exposed - the wipes are still with the hands!Gray Harrier glanced casually, gestured to his companion, and continued to communicate with each other.

The bodyguards looked at each other and nodded to make sure that this one was a gangster.

There is a kind of temperament on one road, black and white are the most conspicuous, and those who are used to being soaked in the shadow world will still maintain a basic respect for life, which is most similar to ordinary people, but the breath is much more turbid.This young man seems to be transparent, but he looks at people without emotion, as if there is a layer of film between him and the world. Looking at people is no different from looking at flowers and plants. There is no doubt that once this kind of person makes a move The more ruthless he is, the more he will not care about the survival of insignificant things at all.

Examine the eyes, it doesn't look like he knows the boss, the eyes are just pure curiosity and admiration, but it is too hard to look at, such a focused gaze even his companions can't see it. It was only a solid toolbox, and they approached, and then the two began to talk.

"What are you looking at?" This man was much taller than the young man, with a rough voice, natural curly hair, and a sloping wound on his chin, which had just scabbed over, probably from shaving.

"Luo Lisa always said that she likes Mr. Leander because he is good-looking, but he is prettier than him!" The young man emphasized enthusiastically, "This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful person."

The tall man scanned around, and soon frowned vigilantly: "Go quickly, you are not easy to mess with! You haven't finished what you ordered, do you want to be returned?" He raised his leg as if to kick him over , the young man shrugged, ran away with a giggle, and looked back when he walked in the door.

The bodyguard codenamed Y squinted his eyes and turned around, murmuring a word: "Sicily".

The words over there were too far away to be heard clearly, but he could lip talk, and occasionally a few syllables floated into his ears. He identified them carefully and roughly determined the origin of the other party.The companions around nodded in agreement.The two people's clothes are very distinctive. Although the retro and classic color matching is also popular, there are not many of them after all. It's a bit strange to just stand together with two people who have the same choice.Probably only certain land boundaries that have maintained ancient traditions still prefer such textures and characteristics.

Cyril had regained her senses and turned her gaze back from the hotel door. The last few bodyguards had already walked out with the boxes.

Every time I go to a place, it is necessary to temporarily install and unload anti-eavesdropping and anti-monitoring equipment and even transmit interference signals. I thought I would stay here for a while, so I did it very well. Now I have to evacuate urgently. It will take some time to remove all of them. .

The convoy started, and it didn't take long for the lanes to diverge.Gray Harrier's people were busy checking his instructions, and they probably wouldn't leave Lausanne in the short term. A few bodyguards set off for the airport, and the rest followed Xi Ruier. He also wanted to see the rose garden.

Cyril closed her eyes with a cold expression.Anyone could tell he was in a bad mood—it was better this morning, and now it was bad again.

Master Haman had previously told him that there were three forces.The first two have been confirmed to be Braunman and the royal family, so the last one, combined with the known information, needless to say, must come from Italy.

The role it plays is also a scavenger, trying its best to erase all traces, but in what capacity does it appear?What reason does it have to interfere with this event?Who is it guarding against in such a tight and hidden place?

Cyril is so stubborn that she believes that her mother has nothing to do with these things. Even if her mother had unknown contact with that force in the Losanik Sanatorium, Cyril believes that the direct factor has nothing to do with her mother, so the three parties involved are only The next two... The problem is here, no matter where you look at it, the conclusion of the guess is contradictory.

My father has a special status. As a politician and a powerful nobleman, there is almost no possibility that he has anything to do with foreign forces. However, according to the tendency of the Harman Brothers, that force does not seem to be evil, so is it an accomplice? hands, or is it just for some purpose to bury this matter?And that woman... is actually so low-key that Cyril has never heard of her current news at all. Of course, it is also possible that the royal family deliberately erased all the news. From her identity, it is most likely to be related to the three forces, but why? It is also impossible to imagine that she was related to a certain power in Italy?

So Cyril had to check her.This is the only person alive, and also the beginning and end of everything—the owner of Losanic, all the big families in Turin, and Margaret Windsor—three clues, there is always a clue that can make him follow the clues to catch the truth !

The rose garden in the early morning is very quiet.At a glance, there are only a few flower farmers in uniform in the flower field outside who are cutting and picking flower branches and organizing them into bunches, ready to be loaded and transported to other places. Open just right, bright and charming, with an intoxicating aroma.

Cyril stood in front of a flower house full of rose vines and stayed there for a while.The very quaint house is still built of red bricks. Many roses outside the courtyard wall are black varieties, and the background color is mostly blue.Across the flower house is the inner area of ​​the rose garden. Cyril can vaguely see the extremely sensitive metal mesh fence, which is very high-tech, and all the data of the terminal can be fed back to the top of the simulation image, and even a small bug Even crawling can be displayed on the data platform, and it is extremely difficult to surpass.

"Fourenser, the failure breed." That is, the meaning of "deep" in French.The elder pinched a dark blue rose. The twigs are very fragile, and even the sparse thorns are soft. The blooming flowers will not stand upright when they drop their hands. It is simply a kind of rapid withering. , Unfortunately, at the last step, the gene chain was broken...the shadow rose species called Demon has not been successfully bred so far."

"Demon?" Cyril inexplicably found the word strange, "Why is it called Devil?"

"Is it an elf?"

...not all have the same meaning.

The old man bent down, picked up a flask and stuffed the pinched roses into it—the action looked very rude, but he seemed very careful when stuffing the flowers—he stood up and opened the half-closed door wide, Cyril saw As soon as the light came on, even though he was standing outdoors, he actually felt that the sunlight inside was pouring out overwhelmingly.

Squinting your eyes, you can see that the zenith of the entire quaint brick house is also semi-open. Because of the unique angle, the sun-patterned old glass reflects a beautiful and bright halo, which looks extraordinarily bright but not glaring. Except for the white round tables and chairs that are also wrapped in flower branches, it is filled with various kinds of plants, but because of the exquisite layout, it does not feel crowded.Full of roses, shrub roses with thick and straight stems, vine roses coiled around the window sill, pink soft clump-shaped single-petal roses, and small roses hanging on the top, just like entering the rose The alien world, there is a hole in the sky.

Cyril's footsteps paused, and he smelled a coffee smell out of time, and then found a wooden door in the corner, the color of the door was the same as the wall, and the vines were holding the handle, so it was easy to pass by at a glance.At this moment, the door was not completely closed, but was slightly opened, and the faint aroma of coffee wafted out of the door.Turn to look at the guide.

The old man was expressionless: "The cubicle is my bedroom... There was a guest just now."

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but still nodded apologetically.The western world attaches great importance to the private environment, and basically will not enter a private place without the invitation of the host.The problem is that Cyril clearly knows that nothing is right here. Without definite evidence to prove that the old man in front of him is also related to the truth, his upbringing will not allow him to explore his privacy when the master has no explanation. .He is used to making decisions before acting, and now he doesn't have enough confidence, so it's better to keep calm.

Being led to sit by the chair, the old man wiped away the rose vines rudely, took out a transparent crystal tea set from the cabinet embedded in the wall, scalded it with boiling water, grabbed a special wooden box, and opened it to reveal a tea set. There are grids, each grid is placed with things like dried flowers and hay, poured water and began to prepare scented tea.

The ventilation of the greenhouse is well done, even surrounded by blooming roses, there is still a fresh breath, and the fragrance of the flowers is not too sweet.Cyril regained her composure, and began to watch the old man carefully, with unknown meaning.

He knew he couldn't get into the inner area, but he could roughly imagine what it looked like inside.Just as he thought, this place is the base for cultivating dark camp roses, so there are nothing more than black rose varieties like the "Dark Knight" and "Xiang Wan Ye" that Lawrence said.

He didn't expect to find out all the truth in this way.It's just that I slept too tired last night, and was entangled by those black flowers as if I had died several times. I still feel a little dazed, so I came back to take a look before I left. Coming in alone at the entrance of the garden, probably... a certain certainty, the owner of this place will not hurt him.

As long as this kind of flower is involved, everything becomes very weird, doesn't it?When there are too many mysteries, they are like loose balls of thread, already tangled into balls in his brain, and he can only rely on those inexplicable intuitions to make progress every step of the way.

Think about it, the other party—the unknown master—already knew of his arrival, and couldn't even understand his purpose.Even if he still doesn't know what the other party's position is, but he really didn't show any disadvantage to him. The other party just covered up everything he didn't want him to know, and asked him to leave with a gesture of refusal... Cyril has been trying hard to abandon herself I looked at the problem with a rational attitude based on my personal feelings, but at this moment I suddenly thought of a possibility.

This force... Could it be on his side?

With that in mind, another objection arises.Since he can only guess that the person related to this force is that woman, and being able to tolerate his existence is the apex, how could it be him.

The dried flowers that bloom slowly in the warm water are more transparent and beautiful in the crystal vessel, just like a painting.

Xi Ruier stared fixedly for a long time, and groped around the teacup with his fingertips. After the old man put a large plate of finger cakes out of the oven on the table and sat down on the opposite chair, he sighed silently: "You... ...how long have you been here?"

"It's been more than 20 years." The old man answered casually.

"There was such a rose garden here more than 20 years ago?"

The elder looked at the child, under the disheveled white-brown hair, there was a pair of blue eyes, the blue was very light but not cloudy, and then he laughed slowly: "More than 20 years ago, roses first began to grow in this place. Growing in the garden, when I was invited by people, those roses were still of various colors, different types, and different habits. The rare rose varieties from all over the world were roughly pieced together like weeds. It is a disaster for those who are not... But think of it, in this garden, no matter how precious the flower seeds are, they are only used as the cultivation material of shadow roses, and it will be nothing if they are ruined a lot... Do you see that most of the flowers outside are the same, no matter what kind of flower, as long as the direction of cultivation is fixed, there will only be a few shapes left after many generations, and the real good flowers can't be seen in the outer garden...then That's the secret."

Early in the morning, the sun was just beginning to radiate warmth. He walked along the ridge road with a flower hoe as usual, and saw a child standing beside the sterile field, seemingly in a daze——long It was so good, at that moment he almost thought that he saw some black god...the flower spirit is also a god...so he picked him up.And when the child asked about the word "shadow rose", he suddenly had some kind of realization.

Cyril met the old man's wise eyes with a smile, and was silent for a while.He was so keenly aware that the gentle attitude of the elder opposite him didn't seem to be what he should have when dealing with strangers.

But ask him, what do you know, who are you, why are you telling me this, what else can you tell me...but he can't say it.

"Taste it," the old man pushed the plate with finger cakes towards him, "it's just baked."

Cyril has no appetite, even if she doesn't have much taste for breakfast, she still politely thanked her and picked one up... Then she tasted the crunchy and fragrant taste of the baked dough, the custard fragrance lingers, and there is a touch of nectar dotted in it , seems to have the feeling of mint.

The appearance of the dim sum is really simple and rough, but it is unexpectedly palatable.

He stared at the half biscuit left on his fingertips, and looked up at the elder opposite.

The old man smiled happily.The old man was over seventy years old, his face was already covered with wrinkles, his hair and beard were gray, but his complexion was ruddy, his eyes were clear, and he still looked very strong.

"It's delicious." Xi Ruier thanked again, and put the remaining half of the biscuit into his mouth.

The old man pushed the plate again, motioning for him to take it himself, and he also grabbed a handful from the other side, smiling and squinting, and began to eat.For a while, the greenhouse was so quiet that there was only the sound of crackling and chewing biscuits.

"I used to think that the rarer the flower, the more delicate it is, but after staying here for a long time, I realized that the existence of some flower species is a miracle." The old man said with emotion while drinking scented tea, "Black roses are not Rare, which rose garden in this world does not have its own breeding formula, but... the meaning is not good, and those who like it are all judged by themselves, and they rarely appear outside. The shadow rose has gone to extremes, and its main blueprint is to cultivate It is almost by chance, one of the thousands of variables, probably because of too much energy invested, too many attempts, and it is miraculous that it exists, and there are quite a lot of types evolved from the main blueprint. ...There are more than you can imagine. You can only believe that there are such wonderful flower seeds in this world after seeing them with your own eyes... But the varieties with complete vitality that can breed the next generation are much less than the recorded varieties. "

"There are so many wonderful varieties, you see it grow, you see it bloom, it's so beautiful that you can't believe it, and then it withers, disappears and never exists again." He put down the cup and looked at the unique crystal on the cutting surface The flower buds that had already bloomed in the container sighed, "I think it's extremely partial, so I didn't hesitate to spend so much energy to build this garden. In fact, flowers are flowers, and even rare varieties are just flowers, but they have a certain unique meaning. Only then can its owner be so partial. I have taken care of the roses for so many years, and watched those crazy researchers experiment and fail again and again, and it is not the same thing after experimenting and succeeding," the old man smiled. That's all I know."

He smiled and drank tea, and said again: "Do you think those 'dream monsters' look good?"

"Dream demon?" Cyril was slightly taken aback.

"Because it is a purple variety that is an extension of Shadow Rose, it is named after 'Dream' in the laboratory. It is also a failed variety, a successful failed variety in a sense. It cannot reproduce naturally and only blooms for one season. You have to die after the season, but the gene map and breeding formula have been mastered, and can be created countless times by the laboratory, but it just takes time. In a sense, that is to say, if the dream monster blooms, it is destined to keep its genes defect."

The old man paused, then asked again: "Do you think it looks good?"

The sun, the fragrance of flowers, the flower house that looks like a fairyland, the old voice with a little melancholy when narrating, brought Cyril's thoughts into that atmosphere for a while, and he was a little dazed even to ask his own questions, so something heavy suddenly hit The sound of hitting the ground startled him suddenly, and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

The door is still the same door, if you don't look closely, you can't find it, only a crack is opened, and now you notice that the smell of coffee seems to be stronger, because it counteracts the smell of roses, so it is particularly obvious.After the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground just now, there was silence inside and outside, and no sound came out again.

Cyril turned her head to look at the old man opposite, and asked with her eyes.

The old man seemed not to be disturbed at all, paid no attention to it, and even smiled deeper, with some indescribable joy in his eyes, and asked again and again: "What do you think of such a flower?" Does it look good?"

Does it look good?

"Why bother?" Cyril thought for a long time, then said honestly, "roses... are just roses."

Why bother so much.This kind of paranoia made Cyril think of Ronald, that lunatic, and instinctively felt a little disgusted.But after answering, he felt that his answer was off topic. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but admit: "It's beautiful." The most mysterious and elegant. heart and soul.

He once walked through the abyss, stepped into hell with one foot and came out through the water of the yellow spring. The memory of fighting and fighting with others is like a dream. Thinking about it, if flowers bloomed in the abyss, it should look like this rose .But such thrilling and soul-stirring stimulation has long since faded into a pale picture during the long illness of walking side by side with the god of death.After such a long time, seeing such flowers again will still feel beautiful, but it is too far away from being touched.

"It's beautiful." Cyril said, shaking her head lightly, "However, the more extreme something is, the closer it is to destruction. When beauty appears in a cruel face, even if it is still beautiful, it has already made people reject it. .”

After Xi Ruier finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at the door again. There was no movement at the moment, and it was so quiet that even the sound of falling just now seemed like a hallucination.

The old man thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Is that what you think? ... It is true."

There was a moment of silence in the flower house.Cyril stared at the crystal cup, and slowly began to recall what the old man said just now.Think of the language he used to describe the rose, think of the questions he asked himself.Suddenly, there was a feeling that something was hidden inside.

He frowned imperceptibly.

Then the thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the wooden door of the flower house was pushed open and a figure in a hurry broke in.

The sexy and slender woman was wearing a tight black dress, covered with a gray and yellow checked women's suit, with most of her towering breasts exposed, short dark brown hair curly shawl, Gu Pansheng's brilliant pupils were also extremely dark, breaking into the He walked around those entangled rose vines and flower pots without even raising his head, panting for breath and shouting anxiously because of the strenuous exercise he ran all the way: "Damn old man, why haven't you left yet, Rodgar told me I didn’t believe it when I was here—the old lady will be pissed off if I don’t go back! Damn these broken roses—Tonaret is in chaos now, you really want to watch..."

She kicked the vines around her feet vigorously, at a certain moment her voice stopped abruptly, she stared at the guest sitting opposite the old man with wide eyes, and then blinked very slowly: "Huh?"

Tona... Rhett?

After a short pause, Xi Ruier slowly stood up, nodded slightly to her as a courtesy, and then turned to look at the old man: "Thank you for your hospitality, I should take my leave."

The author has something to say: 10.4

I'm back... 〒▽〒 No. [-] originally wanted to change it, but I didn't find the feeling. The original outline was crossed out to write out the snake spirit disease, but in the end I asked him to stay in the room and eavesdrop. At most, I vented my anger and smashed it Things, because after much deliberation, even if he is wearing a vest, as long as he appears in this place, Cyril will take off his vest every second.So tell him to go away... At least he can be sure that even if Cyril knows that there is something strange in the door, he will not step forward to open the door.

Mydemon means, my devil.

This title coincides with the language of the black rose. There is a small theater in Chapter 83, and the protagonist in everyone's eyes, the snake spirit disease, calls Xi Ruier like this.

It can be seen from this that our snake spirit has been suffering from the disease since Cyril was born.

And the word demon is very interesting. It is a common vocabulary between English and French, but there is a difference in pronunciation. Devils, elves, ghosts and elves can be called demons, so the names of those black roses will look very interesting.The morbid attachment of snake spirit disease is very difficult to heal.

La la la~ Don't worry~ Hurry up and the next plot will soon be like a prolapsed wild horse running towards the unknown pornographic/explosive situation~ It's all right~! !Finally, it's time to write, the setting of the dark camp is not just pulled out for fun, it's about time!After laying the groundwork for so long, it's finally time to run towards the sunset fruit! !