man, he looks ugly

Julian removed the cork from the brown vial, picked up a large piece of medical cotton with tweezers and soaked it in hydrogen peroxide.He glanced at my feet and asked casually, "Ballerina?"

"Well."

"You have to take good care of her feet. There is only such a talent among the new students of the ballet company this time. Believe me, you will like each other." The noble Earl crossed his legs and leaned against the old wooden On the cabinet, someone who didn't regard himself as an outsider took out a bottle of gin from the cabinet, poured it into a glass and drank it comfortably.

Julian narrowed his eyes again, "Mr. Grandet, have you used all the wine in your house to take a bath? Even the last cheap schnapps I have left must be drunk?"

Why do I find the vitriol in this sentence so familiar...

Philip Charney looked at me, then at Julian, coughing and laughing, "Come on, Julian, I'll bring you a case of wine tomorrow, oh, what's the result of the pharmacological test I asked you to do last time? "

"There is a kind of highly toxic nut powder in that pastry. I have never seen this kind of nut in Europe. It should come from the East. It is very toxic. I did a pathological experiment and ate this powder. It took about half an hour and soon disappeared. Difficulty breathing, severe sore throat, leg muscle spasms, and even death.” Julian explained to Philip while cleaning the wound for me meticulously.

"Are you talking about the poison that poisoned Earl Perry at the ball?" From Julian's words, I immediately thought of the situation when Earl Perry was poisoned. He didn't jump into the water by himself, but Poison fell into it when he walked to the fountain.

Stimulated by my weird voice, Julian raised his eyelids and looked at me with some questioning eyes, "Were you there when he was poisoned?"

"That's right, I'm also at the ball, hey..." The pain of the hydrogen peroxide touching the wound made the corners of my mouth twitch violently.

"This is the first time I've seen a young lady who didn't scream and pass out after hearing about the poisoning case." Julian quickly cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide, "Bring the basin here."

"I just said you would like her." Philip put down his wine glass and brought over the basin, in which was the boiling water boiled by the landlady's wife. Of course, he did not come for nothing. Philip tipped the shrewd old lady five francs.

"Do you know who poisoned it?"

"I'm a chemist, not a detective." Julian quickly lowered his head, but I could still see clearly that he rolled his eyes!

absolute!Philip Shani, a small-minded man, definitely did it on purpose!Just because I taunted him at a dance, he took me to another mean-tongued friend to get me sprayed with poison too.

"If Philip hadn't come to me with half a piece of cake and begged me to do the test, I wouldn't have bothered wasting time." Maybe it was because I stared at the young chemist in front of me with a speechless expression for a long time, and he added in a low voice with red ears.

"Come on, Julian, chemists are toxicologists." Philip shrugged and drank carelessly.

Julian was stimulated and lost control of his emotions. He pointed at Philip with a pair of tweezers and emphasized angrily, "I'm a chemist, and I also study bacteria, but I'm definitely not studying poison that harms people."

"Okay, okay, anyway, your father has dealt with those scary little things all his life, and he didn't kill anyone, but he saved some people." The accused spread his hands insincerely.For some reason, Philip's words gave Julian nowhere to vent. He squatted down resentfully and continued to treat my wound.

The room fell into a brief silence, each of the three parties had their own embarrassment, and none of them knew how to break the silence.

As the pain started to strike, I started to look around with the help of the light.

Similar to most bachelor's houses, all kinds of things are arranged in a strange order, and outsiders look messy, but the owner can quickly find everything he needs.The furnishings in the house are also very suitable for the identity of the tenant. Except for the bed, wardrobe and bedside table, the only thing that gives the owner personality is the cherry wood desk. and a simple microscope, presumably the only valuable thing in the house.

The chemist and bacteriologist in front of him really lived up to his name.

At this moment, Philip took out a piece of paper that seemed to be a check from his pocket, walked to the desk pretending to be careless, and quickly clipped it into the largest dictionary-like book on the desk.

I subconsciously lowered my head and pretended not to see it.

Philip walked up to me, and seemed to be taking stock of the progress of the wound.

"How is it going? I need to send her back to the theater overnight."

"It will be fine soon." Julian wrapped the gauze around my feet and began to tell me, "Don't get wet when I go back, stop walking before the wound is healed, and don't dance. If there is no infection, it will be fine in about a week. It has healed, and if the wound shows signs of festering, it must be sent to the hospital in time." As soon as the words fell, those slender fingers flipped and tied a bow neatly, which looked quite beautiful.

"Let's go, I'll hold you. The stairs are rather dark. Julian will show us the way." Philip stuffed the hat to me, then quickly picked me up and walked out in a hurry.

It's late, and if I don't go back to the theater, Christine will be worried again, and if Mrs. Geary is disturbed, there will be another trouble.

The streets of Paris at night are always somewhat confused. The lamplighters walk slowly from one end of the street to the other, lighting the street lamps one by one, and walking from the other end to the end when it is almost dawn. The lights go out.

In order to hurry, Philip Shani drove the carriage quickly all the way. I, who was only wearing a single tulle skirt, hugged my shoulders and huddled on the back seat of the carriage. Perhaps the sound of teeth chattering was a little loud. The Earl took off his suit jacket Throwing it to me, I still stand against the wind without being afraid of the cold.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked politely, but quickly wrapped myself tightly with a suit jacket.

"The breeze in the city is nothing compared to the night breeze on the sea." He turned his head and glanced at me, the moonlight passing by the side of his face reflected a luster like a black pearl.

"Have you ever been at sea?"

"I have been living at sea for several years, and I just stepped on land half a year ago." Philip flicked his horsewhip cleanly, and accelerated the speed of the car again.

No wonder I felt that this man looked like a pirate when I first saw it. He had really experienced the storms at sea and set sail.That's right, how could those pale and frail men in Paris who were in the company of music and poetry have such a healthy and rosy complexion and a tall and strong figure like him.

It didn't take long before we were back at the back door of the theatre.

When we parted, I suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly picked up my dancing shoes again, and hopped back to the carriage. Shani was watching me go back, but the carriage hadn't started yet.

"Monsieur Count, may I ask you a question?"

"What?" Standing on the carriage, Philip had to lower his head to meet my gaze.

"You...why did you investigate Earl Perry's death?" I asked in a low voice, grabbing the corner of my skirt.

"I'm just entrusted by others."

"Uh..." I didn't turn the corner in my mind for a while.No way, this Earl is really a part-time detective?Assisting the Paris Police Department in handling cases or something, don't be too noble and glamorous.

"It's rare. You are also interested in this case. It seems that if I don't satisfy your curiosity, I'm afraid it will make you so curious that you won't be able to sleep. If you want to know more, then, tomorrow afternoon, I will come Picking you up to see someone, it's not convenient to dance while recovering from your injuries, so it should be fine to relax." Philip agreed generously.

The secret wish in my heart was granted, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye with a smile, and walked towards the back door again.

I usually avoid murders, but this time, because of that ghostly guy in Eric, I had to get involved and make sure it had nothing to do with him, and even if it did...well, Pei I know exactly how damned Earl Rie is, so Eric can't be implicated in whatever he does.

Thinking about how much I have shouldered silently, but he doesn't even want to see me, really, just thinking about it makes me very angry!

Why!Wait, so many stairs!Am I going to jump all the way back to the dormitory on the roof?There are a full six floors of stairs!I was helpless against the wall and almost cried.

When I was dying and returned to the dormitory, Christine was running around the room with tears in her eyes. When she saw me coming back, she choked up and said, "Meg, don't you Come back, I'm going to find Mrs. Geary!"

"Christine, come on, help me." I heard my own voice collapse.

"My God, what's wrong with you?" she screamed and ran to the door to help me.

"My foot was punctured by glass and I limped and limped up many flights of stairs."

"Meg, your foot is hurt, why didn't you tell me." The tears that Christine was about to stop just now poured out again.

"Uh, because I was wearing dancing shoes, it didn't hurt, so I didn't notice it. When I found out, I went to the doctor immediately. It's okay, it's just a small hole, and it will be fine in about a week." I quickly comforted her, and by the way With her support, she walked to the bed, threw away the dancing shoes in her hand, and quickly fell down on the soft bed.

My bed, my dear bed, I never liked you so much.

I fell on the bed, pulled my pillow off, and rubbed my face against it, greedily absorbing the comfort.

Maybe it was because I was too tired to see me, but Christine stopped crying. She ran to get some water and wiped my hands and face, but when she saw that I was wrapped in a man's suit jacket , a little stiff, but I don't have the energy to explain too much to her now...

"Good night, Christine."

I just remember saying something in a low voice, and fell into a deep sleep.

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