canary in cage

Isri sighed, raised his hand to stroke his lips, and after a long while put him back on the blanket, got up and locked it, and was about to close the door to prepare lunch.

But as if he suddenly thought of something, Isri took out a pen and paper and wrote a line, put it in the cage before turning around and going out the door.

When Esri came back from the outside, Sehir hadn't woken up yet, looking at the sleeping person, Esri took the piece of paper on the ground and put it in his pocket again.

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"Master, get up."

Isri said softly in Cecil's ear.

Cecil frowned slightly, pulled the corners of his lips, only felt a tingling pain, then opened his eyes, and looked at Isri in a daze.

After all, it still didn't resist the madman's behavior.

Cehir put his arms on his forehead, propped himself up and sat up from the ground. Seeing that Isri hadn't spoken, he reached out to take the hot soup from the person in front of him, pursed his lips and drank it.

Cecil ate very slowly, and Isri waited beside him unhurriedly, staring straight at the bright red lips.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Suddenly, Cehir opened his mouth abruptly and looked at Isri. Seeing that Isri was silent, Cehir lowered his head and opened his mouth again: "I won't run."

Isri took the empty bowl from Cehir, took out the key from his waist, and reached out to reach Cehir's ankle. There was a sound of the lock cylinder being locked, and the iron ring was split into two halves.

A hint of surprise flashed in Cecil's eyes, he stretched his ankles, stood up and walked out of the cage in two or three steps and went straight to the bathroom.

Isri turned his head sideways to watch the bathroom door close before he began to clear the plates on the dining car.

Yisili was about to stand up and push the dining car out, but suddenly there was a sudden noise downstairs, Yisili frowned slightly, stopped the things in his hand, opened the door and went downstairs.

As soon as I got to the stairs, I saw that the first floor was surrounded by a group of police officers. A flash of displeasure flashed across Isri's eyes. The leading police officer immediately stepped forward when he saw Isri, with an impatient tone. Open your mouth.

"Where have you been these few days?"

The sudden questioning made the unhappiness in Isri's eyes more obvious, and he raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the person in front of him, and said in a very calm tone, "What's the matter?"

The police officer raised his hand and was about to light a cigarette. Suddenly, Isri reached out and grabbed the hand holding the match, his voice became colder.

"Sorry, my master doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

Hearing what Isri said, the policeman's face became even more disdainful, and he shook off Isri's hand with one hand, with sarcasm in his tone.

"How long has it been since Duke Kritis disappeared, and you are still calling master?"

The policeman lowered his head and laughed a few times, and opened his mouth: "I think you are a discarded thing, poor little servant, you don't even know that you were abandoned by the Duke, and you are still here obediently in front of the watchdog. I can't bear it."

After finishing speaking, the police officer standing behind laughed a few times without noticing, looking at Isri like he was looking at a clown.

There are various versions of the uproar about the disappearance of the Duke of Kritis among the nobles, but it does not become fundamental. This poor little servant of the Kritis family is an abandoned watchdog.

Seeing that Isri remained silent, the higher-ranking police officers also became more aggressive: "Come here, catch me, and take him back for interrogation."

"Yes!" The people behind rushed up and rushed towards Isri.

Sehir, who heard the noise in the room, paused, walked out of the room anyway, followed the noise to the platform on the second floor, was shocked by the scene below for a moment, paused for a second, stopped the voice and opened his mouth.

"Isri, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, everyone present froze in place. The police officers had stiff expressions on their faces, and slowly looked up at the person standing on the second floor with their necks stuck.

The police officer in the lead was also stunned for a moment, opening his mouth not knowing what to say, he could only watch Cecil getting closer and closer to him.

Isri stood by, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and gave Cehir his seat.

"Where's the permit?" Cecil looked up at the policeman in front of him, and his eyes fell on the police badge.

This group of newcomers loves to engage in these status-related things. If anyone is taken away by them, they will basically not come back alive. Similarly, every time newcomers come to work, the probability of crime in the West Asian continent will also increase. improvement.

"Duke...Duke Christys...you are...not..." the police officer stammered, his pupils rolling around in circles.

"You want to say, am I missing?" Cecil looked at the person in front of him coldly: "Where's the license?"

The policeman swallowed his saliva again, and said tremblingly, "Not yet...not yet..."

"No?" Cecil spat out the two words as if he was condemning a crime. The man was shaking violently. He never thought that Kritis was really at home.

"I...I came here to investigate the murder case at the Queen's order." As he said that, the policeman directly moved the Queen out.

"Murder?"

With the queen's protection, the police officer also straightened his waist: "Yes! Earl Ringer was killed. The queen told us to investigate this matter clearly."

When Cecil heard Ringer's name, he snorted subconsciously, and raised his eyes to meet the police officer's gaze: "The queen really knows how to choose people, but why did you come to me?"

"There are eyewitnesses claiming to have seen your servant." The policeman's eyes fell on Isri.

Cehir also turned around and looked up and down Isri, but there was no expression on Yisri's face, and in the end Cehir didn't see anything either.

"He's been with me these days and hasn't gone out."

Hearing what Cecil said, the police officer quickly echoed: "Okay, since the Duke said so, let's go first, sorry to disturb you."

Just about to turn around and breathe a sigh of relief, Cecil suddenly opened his mouth: "Even if I'm not here, I'm still mine, and you're not worthy to ask about him."

Hearing what Cecil said, a smile appeared in Yisli's eyes. The young master is indeed a young master, and he has never been willing to be defeated outside.

Long sleeves covered his clenched hands. He said this, on the one hand, to let this group of people understand that Kritis did not come in casually, and on the other hand, to tell Isri that he is the eternal superior!

"Yes yes yes! We didn't think carefully this time." The police officer bowed and backed away while apologizing, until the door was closed again.

At this time, Isri raised his head and opened his mouth: "Thank you, young master."

Cecil glanced at Isri, then looked back: "Don't thank me, if they don't take killing people as fun, I won't save you either."