[Wolfman Killing] Don't open your eyes at midnight

The moment the door closed behind me, I regretted it.

But my poor self-esteem resolutely opposed my turning around and asking for directions.I had no choice but to go downstairs first, and ask whoever I caught on the way... No matter what, it was better than embarrassing him in front of him.

I was annoyed when I suddenly felt footsteps in the direction of the stairs!It was the rustling of footsteps on expensive rugs.

someone!My eyes lit up, and I was afraid that the footsteps would continue to move away, so I hurriedly ran over in two steps: "Hey, please wait a moment! Don't go..."

The head of the family, Hart Khan, was leaning on his delicate crutches, looking up at me with a look of surprise——

Before I could say hello out of politeness, I tripped over the soft carpet under my feet.I didn't care about the ugly, I hurriedly changed the devil's pace and jumped up and down several stairs, trying to stabilize my figure. The "God of Embarrassment" didn't intend to let me go.There was a pop in my ankle, and I immediately screamed in pain. The precarious balance was instantly broken, and my face fell towards the host's leather shoes.

Wow, I can't live anymore!

I subconsciously stretched out my arms to protect my head and cover my face.As soon as he raised his hand, he bumped into a hard...huh?Hard biceps?

The lower half of my body was kneeling awkwardly on the stairs, but Mr. Khan picked up the upper body before landing, using only a very strong left arm for the whole process!

The expensive blue and black cane was thrown by its male owner in the blink of an eye, rolling and jumping along with my terrified heart.

When I was still in shock, the biceps under my palm suddenly moved:

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

Mr. Khan spoke with a slight accent, but his voice was loud and deep, and every word resonated shallowly in his chest.The walking subwoofer and the strong tendons hidden under the shirt... Tsk tsk, although his expression is a little serious and his waist is a little round, but this "green hat" uncle is still pretty good.

Pretending not to be embarrassed at all, I withdrew my hand, pulled back the twisted legs behind me, and smiled ferociously: "It's fortunate that you shot in time, otherwise it would not be such a simple matter of scratching your knees."

The male host retracted his arm lying in front of me, and started to "educate the child" with a wooden face: "Walk well when you walk, what does it look like when you are flustered and looking around. I shouldn't react so quickly, wait until you fall firmly Come back, you will know how to walk."

I covered my sore knee with one hand, and while I stared dumbfounded at a half-strange man calling for me to be reprimanded with a ferocious face, I was shocked and aggrieved, and couldn't help retorting in a low voice: "I didn't hear you hurry, I'm afraid that I will be slow for a while and you will go farther, so you will take two quick steps."

After hearing what I said, Mr. Khan's face darkened suddenly, and I was so frightened that I was so scared that I almost ran away.Just when I was terrified, he spoke again, but this time, his tone softened: "I was about to go up to see how Philip's room was tidied up, and I wasn't going downstairs. You were in a hurry Did you hear me wrong? Look, if you hadn't been so frizzy, you wouldn't have fallen like this, would you?"

I lowered my head: "I'm sorry..."

"What are you apologizing to me? You should apologize to your legs." He stood up slowly while holding the armrest, "I'll have someone call Nancy to show you your legs..."

By the way, doctor!

"Mr. Khan, Mr. Sheriff is having a bad fever. I stopped you just to ask where the doctor lives."

The male host nodded, signaling that he understood.Then he raised his head and shouted upstairs:

"May! May!"

Soon, the outermost door on the third floor was opened: "Hey, come, come, master, I just..."

"Is the room tidy?" Mr. Khan frowned slightly, interrupting Xiao Wuyue, "Why is your hair disheveled?"

"I, I..." Little Wuyue's face was a little red for some reason, she held her loose hair with one hand, and opened her mouth to say something, but she flattened when she saw me crouching on the stairs mouth, swallowed the words back, "...I packed everything inside."

The male host nodded: "It's hard work, I have to go to Nancy's place again. The sheriff is running a fever, and Ms. Wei has just knocked her leg, so ask her to come and see. By the way, you get that bastard up, and settle him down." good."

"Master..." Little Wuyue looked at Mr. Khan incredulously, "You know that he did that to me just now...you still asked me to help him go upstairs?"

The male host sighed helplessly: "Forget it, you just call Nancy and let others take him back to the house."

Little Wuyue nodded reluctantly, and before leaving, she obediently picked up the crutch for the master and handed it back: "...Master, are you alright?"

"...I'm fine, you can go. There's nothing else to do in the afternoon, you can have a good rest."

"Thank you, sir, for your compassion." Bowing and leaving

"You're laughing, ma'am. The child in Wuyue has been with me since he was a child, and I've been spoiled by me." The host asked me, playing with the crutches, "How are you? Can you still walk? Do you want to borrow the cane?" you?"

"Cane? You mean this crutch?" I smiled and shook my head.Although it's just an old man's crutch with a length of one meter, or a crutch for climbing mountains, I'm just sprained, and crutches are too exaggerated.

Mr. Khan obviously misunderstood the meaning of my smile: "Why? You also use it as an ornament? You see that my legs and feet are not so inconvenient, so you take this walking stick as an ornament? No, I use it for myself. I have always paid more attention to things than others, and even this ordinary-looking cane was made by a special person. Not only is the shape unique, the material is strong and durable, but it can also be stretched and shortened freely..." He suddenly stopped, his brows frowned wrinkle.

"Ok?"

"...It's okay. Sorry, since you don't want to take it, I won't force you...Then why don't you just wait here for the doctor for a while? I'm going downstairs to see my wife. It's almost time for the medicine. "

"You go, I'm fine. Madam has already taken medicine before, and she should still be resting now."

"You helped her? She has been sick for many years, and she has never recovered. Everyone in the family has their own responsibilities, and they can't be by her side at all times. Thanks to you being by her side this time, thank you you."

"Madam's seizures are too sudden. It's better not to ask her to act alone... I would like to ask, you can hire a special person to take care of Madam."

When the uncle heard this, he immediately glared at me: "Please! Why didn't you invite me? Of course I did! If I hadn't been busy with business, I wished I could have guarded her personally. I also asked someone to come to my house before, but it turned out ...After something happened, Madam refused to invite outsiders to the house. However, I think Madam has a good impression of you. Why, do you want to come?"

I sneered and waved my hands: "You say that I am irritated, how dare I make trouble?... But Madam is auspicious, and with your careful care, she will recover one day."

"Oh, I hope so."

Looking at his fierce and accustomed face, there was a worried expression.I have some emotion in my heart.

I don't know how much this "affectionate husband" knows about the "green hat" on his head?

……

The rest of the day passed very slowly.

The thunder outside rattled the windows, and the rain kept washing the windows.People are getting more and more panicked.

Doctor Nancy is very busy: Mario in the tavern was hit on the head by something, and he is still unconscious; Screaming indiscriminately; Mr. Sheriff really has an inflamed wound, and he is burning unconscious at the moment; people who are not in the mansion are even less worrying. Nancy wrapped bandages on my feet and knees while still I ordered the uncle driver to deliver a copy of the bruise medicine, blood circulation promoting and stasis medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine and antipyretic medicine to the grocery store, in case there is also a small wound infection there.

After a while of fuss, the people in the mansion finally calmed down and continued their day-to-day work.At this time, I finally understood why Ding Kun "revealed the prototype" because of boredom:

Those who are injured are resting, and those who are healthy are working.Only me, I am the only idler in the whole room, I can only sit in front of Ding Kun's couch for a while, and stand in front of the window for a while, listening to the thunderstorm, watching the shadows of the trees dancing, and looking at the beauty of the prosperous age.Spending endless lonely time in a daze...

It was nearly five o'clock when the door was knocked again.The doctor came into the room, woke up Ding Kun, and reluctantly fed him some rice porridge.Afterwards, the butler, Seber, told me and Dr. Nancy to go downstairs to have dinner with the owner of the mansion.

The Khan family and his wife have already taken their seats at the dining table.Seeing us coming, Madam got up and nodded to us.She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes were foggy, her lips were chapped, and she looked a little tired.As she bowed her head, something shiny rolled down from her hair, but it sank into the white tablecloth in the blink of an eye... It seemed that she had just washed her hair before going downstairs.

Mr. Khan also stood up on his hind legs. His complexion was not very good, and he did not greet us like his wife did. He just got up and silently pulled the chairs for us.

Dinner is certainly not Madam's special dish.Cook fried his best steaks and presented them to us one by one.I couldn't tell if it was sirloin or filet on my plate, but the tenderness and toughness alone was enough to rank it as one of the best steaks I've ever had.

Inadvertently, I glanced at the bloody plate in front of Dr. Nancy's eyes, and then looked down at the half-cooked tender beef between myself and the lady opposite, and the huge and crystal-clear grilled fish steak on Mr. Khan's plate diagonally opposite. The admiration for Mr. Cook arises spontaneously.

The wine that came with the meal was a bit late.

I didn't want to drink at all.

"Drink a little," Mr. Khan said suddenly, "I'm afraid this is the last 'Crimson Elaine' in the world." He raised his glass and took a sip, looked at Cook and said, "It's a good thing you still found it."

Cook bowed to his master and poured some for me.

The bitter liquid enters the mouth, and it is so spicy that my tears are about to come out.I turned my head to wipe away the water stains from my eyes, but out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the huge pendulum clock in the dining room, the pointer was exactly pointing at the position of five thirty.

I stared at the swinging pendulum and suddenly realized a serious problem:

Soon it will be break time.But today, on the third day of the second round, there has never been a "victim"!

... "it" will not be kind enough to give us a Christmas Day for free.So, who is about to die violently?Or who has already unknowingly died under our noses?

A sudden gust of wind squeezed in through the window, stirred the candles on the dining table that symbolized light and romance, and chilled the sweat that oozes from my forehead due to horror.

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