I have a cub that escapes the boss

Ji Hanchuan looked at Owen, and Owen looked back at him calmly.After getting along for a long time, if it wasn't for the strange shadow behind Owen, Ji Hanchuan might feel that this is indeed a "living person" NPC boy.

But he's looking at the game with an "everything here wants to kill me" mindset.After hearing Owen's words, Ji Hanchuan smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll wait."

He silently calculated in his heart: In a seven-day game, the ultimate move will usually be revealed on the fourth day.There are still seventy hours, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not.

Owen had hopped off his stool, ready to go to dinner.Ji Hanchuan looked at his back and thought again: In the entire castle, I am the only one who bears the "teacher" accusation.So what does Owen do when he is not in class?

Just thinking about it, the housekeeper knocked on the door, and he really mentioned the matter of dinner.

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.Owen cheered a little, and ran out with strides.Ji Hanchuan followed behind him, and when he went out, the butler gave him a friendly smile.Owen had already jumped a few meters, the butler closed the door of the young master's study, and went down with Ji Hanchuan.It seems to be guiding and accompanying, but he is always behind Ji Hanchuan, invisible, and also blocks Ji Hanchuan's eyes from exploring the third room on the second floor.

Ji Hanchuan asked casually: "Owen is indeed a smart boy. But Mr. Moulton is not here, and I haven't seen any other teachers. He is here, does he have any other homework to do?"

Hearing Ji Hanchuan's evaluation, the housekeeper seemed to be happy, his mouth curled up, wrinkles appeared on his cheeks, and he said, "Young master has always been a quick learner."

Ji Hanchuan waited patiently.

When he said this, he was at the door of the study with the housekeeper.It wasn't until he stepped on the stairs that Ji Hanchuan couldn't see the door of the third room at all that the butler continued: "...Mr. gave the young master some homework, saying that he will check when he comes back. But what are the details? I don't know."

Ji Hanchuan said "Oh", like every teacher who cares a little bit about his students.Hearing this, he stopped and stopped asking.

Dinner was bacon, still with bread.Ji Hanchuan cut up the bacon, looked at it carefully for a while, and decided that it was not human flesh, so he ate it with peace of mind.After a few meals, there is no shortage of protein and carbohydrates, but the lack of vitamins.

Anna didn't know where to go, and the maid at the table changed back to Monica.At dusk, candles were lit in the house, and it was fairly bright.But the flickering candlelight reflected on Monica's face, always looking gloomy.

Ji Hanchuan politely asked if he wanted to continue class at night.Owen rejected him, saying that he learned a lot in the afternoon and needed time to digest it.

He ate very fast, and after he finished eating, he went upstairs, but there was no one there.While Monica was cleaning up, Ji Hanchuan touched his stomach, feeling full.Seeing Monica busy, he remembered something and asked, "Is today's dinner earlier than yesterday?"

Monica replied: "Yes, the young master always has to finish his dinner before the last ray of sunlight goes down the mountain."

Ji Hanchuan raised his eyebrows, thinking: This setting is interesting.

It's almost expressing: After the sun goes down, some changes that are not suitable for people to see will take place on the young master.

He didn't show any superfluous expressions, and said "oh" softly, as he had fulfilled his duty of "understanding the students".Ji Hanchuan had a hunch that with the amount of information that appeared today, he would be able to wait for many "surprises" just in the evening.

So he felt at ease, and crossed off the "Explore the Castle" to-do again, in case he missed the guests who came to visit at night.

As for the graffiti on the sheepskin notebook, I passed the Ming Road under the eyes of the housekeeper during the visit, so I didn't need to sleep with the notebook.

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That night, Ji Hanchuan turned to the next page of his notebook and wrote a diary entry.

"I found a good job. At the beginning, I was still worried that the young master was naughty and would not cooperate with the teaching. But after watching the class in the afternoon, I started to feel uneasy. I didn't know how long I could keep this job. As a 'teacher', of course I hope to see a student who is smart and can understand a little bit, but at the same time, as a paid employee, when there is only one student, I will be afraid that he is too smart and let myself be fired early."

After writing this, Ji Hanchuan heard a rustling sound.He didn't pay attention to it, only some small animal came by the window at that time, and continued to write.

"Mr. Cook, the butler, is a gentle and nice man. He introduced me to other people on the estate, and told me about the hunting activities here. I have only hunted rabbits before, and I have never succeeded in even deer. But Mr. Cook Tell me, there are more special prey here. When he said, I had some guesses. Unfortunately, it seems that there is no way to participate in a short time. I hope I can stay for the next hunting event, on the hunting ground Shine brightly. Provided, of course, that you don’t get fired before then—I’m afraid I’ll be worrying about that a lot in the days to come. Well, that’s how I like the job.”

The rustling sound became louder, and the old window frame seemed to be touched by something, and it made another sound.

Ji Hanchuan sucked up ink for the quill pen, and then started to write again.

When he was writing, his eyes were very close to the notebook, almost sticking to it.I have to get close to the candle again, squint my eyes, and confirm the lines of writing under the light.

"Actually, there is still a little trouble. Although I remember the names of the eight maids, I can't match each of them with their faces. The only ones that are confirmed are Monica and Anna. Well, I can’t blame me, because I’ve seen them too many times. As for the other maids, they just passed by when they were walking. They seem to be ghosts in this castle, haha, I like this metaphor.”

Following these words, the "character" that Ji Hanchuan had set for himself also came to life on the paper.

He is an oriental youth full of adventurous spirit, who has come here from a long distance, and is full of beautiful fantasies about the future.But there are also some weird places, the preference for the "ghost" metaphor, and the expectation of the "prey".

All kinds of performances when writing a diary also put people with "night blindness" in prison.

After finishing all this, Ji Hanchuan yawned, and took the initiative to extinguish the candle.

The light suddenly became dim and narrow, and a wisp of green smoke was blown away by the wind.

Ji Hanchuan was lying on the bed, ready to "fall asleep" first.No matter what you see in the middle of the night, you can use "seems to have a nightmare" to explain.At the same time, I also thought: today I ate much earlier than yesterday, and up to now, "that thing" has not come.Counting the time, it may be too soon.

The night wind is cooler than last night.

When the pendulum clock in the castle struck eleven, a short, limping figure walked quietly on the steps.after. "He" walked through the main entrance and went to the outer garden.In the tulip bushes, the figure sat on the ground under the moonlight, while the beetle crawled diligently beside "him".

"He" grabbed one of them, held it up, and looked at it under the moonlight.The beetle has beautiful orange stripes on its back, and its six legs are twisting, occasionally scratching "his" hand.

"He" doesn't care.

After watching it for a while, I felt bored, so I stuffed the beetle into my mouth.

The beetle's legs scraped the soft flesh in "him" mouth, "he" laughed softly, and the sound was heard far away in the silent night.The teeth were biting down, but the little thing moving in the mouth was still writhing. "He" seemed to be angry, he chewed harder, and there was a scalp-numbing "click, click" sound in his teeth.In the end, the whole beetle was chewed into pieces, swallowed by "he", and then smashed its mouth in dissatisfaction.

"He" looked towards the window of the old castle.

The night is still long and can do many things.

A beetle climbed onto "his" body, the figure didn't care, letting the beetle get into his sleeve.The clothes looked baggy and hung on the lonely body, which was very unseemly.After sitting like this for a long time, he probably finally felt bored. "He" stood up and weighed the two.Is it the tutor who came from outside, or the maid who is still alive in the annex?

Or... There was no need to make a choice at all.

"He" became happy, and walked slowly towards the annex.Ningning followed behind, looking at the orange-yellow-striped bugs under the tulips, and then at the back in front of him.She took a photo and posted it in the group.Jiang Lin replied quickly: There should be a lot of rotting animals here.

Cheng Juan also said: I have seen this kind of bug in the ancestral grave, called "burying bug".

Jiang Lin: It is a scavenging beetle

Guo Xiaolu: Weird...

Woolf: By the way, how about using "Zerg Invasion" as the theme for the next AG show?This kind of thing is very popular in sci-fi movies, and the R&D department is also very interested, saying that the audience is tired of watching all kinds of giant pythons and brown bears. previous technology.

Jiang Lin: ...

Guo Xiaolu: ...

God of War: What are you talking about?

Ning Ning sighed humanely and turned off the group chat.

At this time, "he" had already walked to the maid's residence.Unlike Ji Hanchuan, who can sleep in the old castle, and Cook, the butler who occupies a room in the annex, eight maids sleep in one room, which is a common situation. When "he" entered, the room was quiet, and the maids lay flat on their seats, with their hands on their chests and their feet together, falling asleep in a prayer posture.In the dark night, their faces became even paler, even taking on a strange bluish-purple color.If it weren't for the occasional ups and downs in the chest, anyone who looked at it would think it was a row of dead people.

"He" became happy, his body became taller, and he counted them one by one: "One, two, three..."

There should be eight maids in total.

But "he" counted down: "Four, five, six..."

"seven."

The seven maids lay down neatly.

The eighth position is empty, cold, as if no one has ever slept on it.