[Pride and Prejudice] Enemy of the World

Chapter 2 Mystery

As the saying goes, if you don't do anything wrong in your life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night, but in fact, whoever encounters such a thing will feel a little panic in his heart.

Elizabeth's first reaction was to look at the window, but she immediately turned her head to the bookcase. It all stemmed from that letter.

The sound of knocking on the window seemed to be only for a while, and when Elizabeth was staring at that position tightly, the window glass did not rattle again.

Everything is weird to the extreme.

A strange emotion supported her, walking from the door to the window.

When she just walked in, she was lying on the floor. When she looked down, she saw the wooden floor reflecting the light. When she stepped on it, there was a very empty sound. She was approaching this window, and there was something Dangerous, but also vaguely undeniable mystery.

What kind of secret is hidden in this letter?

Elizabeth thought, no matter what, she had to be a sensible ghost—the strange thing was that she didn't feel cold, maybe it was because her body temperature was too low?

The window pane, which was still shaking, stopped before Elizabeth stood here.

Her slender, white fingers were pressed against the windowpane. It was icy cold. Although it was a temperate maritime climate, the temperature was always lower at night.

Elizabeth couldn't feel her own heartbeat, nor the flow of her own blood. She strangely found that some things left in this body began to wake up, and she couldn't control herself——she pushed open the window.

As soon as the window was opened, the wind came in, and the moist mist from the grove easily poured in. The night of the new moon was not an auspicious time, and the surrounding was silent, only the thick and cramped darkness, except for my own hand. Turn on this light, nothing.

She suddenly realized that she had done a stupid thing, she immediately lowered her head and blew out the candle, how could she make such a mistake?

At this moment, the entire room was plunged into complete darkness. Elizabeth looked up in such darkness, no one was there, the woods were in a blur of darkness, and the sound of "rustling" could be faintly heard, as if the wind was blowing by. The woods, like the footsteps of someone who left in a hurry, fell on the leaves...

No one, only the small dark empty bottle on Elizabeth's window sill.

There is a piece of paper pressed under the glass bottle. It is not a very long message. The English handwriting is particularly good. A gentleman's elegance is vivid on the paper. The long sentences are complicated but not artificial.

Dear Miss Elizabeth Bennett:

May the magnanimous you forgive me and my partners for their presumptuousness.It is undeniable that he has caused some troubles for you and your life, but please rest assured that we can deal with him without causing him to cause troubles for you.The content of this bottle is only my apology, I hope you will accept it.Good birds choose wood, London Cross Street will always welcome you.

apologetic, carlisle

The world was too strange for Elizabeth.

She took one last look, and closed the window again, holding the glass bottle that was blown cold by the night wind in her hand. The small light blue bottle was full of small pills, which were white and round, and it was easy to let go. Elizabeth associates it with modern drugs——fuck, it’s not the drugs of this century, is it?Wait, what era is the morphine from?

Elizabeth's expression suddenly twitched. She realized that it was useless to think about it, because she was an idiot in this regard. Who would have nothing to do to understand the history of Britain and the history of these medicines?I'm not Doubi—even if I was Doubi, I wouldn't go there, who cares about Doubi?

It's just that I really can't figure out the origin of this thing in front of me.

This thing, probably a good thing, was used by the other party to apologize. The signatures of the two letters are different. One is A Luo who claims to be "sincere", and the other is Carlisle who calls himself "guilt". She was about to knock on the window, but this letter was Carlisle's "comrades' presumptuousness". Elizabeth guessed something, and she began to wonder what secrets were hidden in this body.

No, it's not that I started to be curious, but I was curious from the beginning.

Biting her own lip, she realized that her teeth seemed to be a little sharp, and she bit her lip with little effort to bleed out. Faint drops of blood oozed out, and she naturally rolled her tongue to lick it away. In this deep darkness, there is a deadly danger.And Elizabeth herself was unaware.

She suddenly felt a little hungry, not physically, but a psychological desire.

For some reason, she became restless. The depressed Elizabeth could only suppress the restlessness in her heart by relighting the candle, putting it on the candlestick in front of the bookcase, and opening the book.

Anyway, after reading the second letter carefully, Elizabeth confirmed that she should be all right—this man named Carlisle seemed to feel very sorry for bothering her, and he had already settled for himself the one named "Aro". people.

At this moment, Elizabeth still doesn't understand the situation behind these two letters.

She put the two letters together and clipped them on page No.30 of "The Prince's Revenge".

Regardless of where they came from, ghosts and snakes, and they didn't even think about how the windows on the second floor rang, Elizabeth was a very easy-going person who was easy to satisfy. Although she had a strong curiosity in her heart, she knew how to stop when it was time to stop. She didn't want to cause trouble, and now the family seemed to be beyond her ability to handle, a couple who were always bickering, and her four sisters, but the housekeeper and servants came second.

Perhaps it was because of sleeping too much during the day, Elizabeth didn't feel sleepy at all, and opened a "Bible". She used to have this book at home, but she always used such books as a powerful medicine for hypnosis before going to bed— —Only this time, it seems...it doesn't work.

The more she read this book, the more disgusted she felt, and she knew that praising God was challenging her own endurance. This stuff was the dross of feudalism. Since Marxism hadn’t even sprouted at this time, there was probably a bunch of utopian socialism , so capitalism should still be in a period of violent rise at this time, and this "Bible" should be the object of criticism——

Elizabeth habitually tapped the brow bone above her right eye with her fingers, right in the middle, tapped her fingertips three times, and the fingernail touched the brow bone through a thin layer of skin. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own bones hitting nails.

Three very thin and dull beeps.

Afterwards, a scene appeared before Elizabeth's eyes that she would never forget in her life--this scene, maybe only she could see it.

Tapping on her brow bone was like turning on something. Elizabeth felt a light curtain suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, like a virtual computer screen, and a QQ chat window appeared...

She stared at it for three seconds, and then immediately wanted to rub her eyes, but when she closed her eyes, the image didn't disappear!

What are you kidding?This image does not appear in front of my eyes, but in my mind!

My old lady recognized it after time travel, but can you stop messing with these rare things?

This is QQ, right?It doesn't matter whether it's male or female, this thing is a penguin, right? !Nima's father brought his own QQ software to time travel, didn't he? !

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——It is indeed a QQ panel, but the entire interface is black and gray. In the contact column, there is only my name, Elizabeth Bennett, and there is no avatar.

Can't this thing be renamed?

Just as she was thinking this way, a cursor suddenly appeared, and then moved to the front of her name. With a single click, the string of English characters has been selected, and it can be changed--fuck, this thing is still smart sensor , so high-end and high-end atmosphere!

Suddenly, Elizabeth was not so troubled, but was very interested. She found that this thing could feel her own thoughts, so she thought about it, thinking about "local rich player" silently, and looked again, and the name really changed.

This game is the name that Elizabeth often uses when playing games. Her dream is to become a super rich player, because this guy is poor—poor enough to go crazy, so Elizabeth went to the game to vendetta and kill others for money, and was finally killed. A group of people were bombarded to death, and finally wore it.

Hehe, it's all about "face full of tragic blood, a handful of bitter tears".

There is only myself in the contacts, and other functions seem to be incomplete. The entire interface is gray, which looks like a dusty spider web. Message boxes, spaces, browsers, etc. are all greyed out.

A shade of gray.

She controlled the cursor and clicked on the search magnifying glass icon, and a pop-up window unexpectedly popped up——

[Sorry, respected local rich players, your hatred value is not enough to light up this icon. 】

I... Fuck it!

What exactly is this? !

Elizabeth is messed up in the wind, it's the middle of the night, don't play this kind of game, okay?

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