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

"Do you want to be more clear, May? You are protecting a werewolf." Mr. Khan looked at his maid expressionlessly.

The maid looked flustered: "No, he's not..."

"No, he must be." He interrupted her defense with a cold voice, "You know, Cook never makes mistakes. So, even if the doctor didn't solve Cook just now, I plan to find him out... ...then, what do you have to argue with?"

Xiao Wuyue was stunned: "...I didn't know he was a wolf, I was just defending my father! Someone killed my father! What's wrong with me speaking for him?"

I sneered and poured out all the resentment caused by Cook's death on her:

"Why don't you remember? I told you yesterday that you are just an orphan adopted by Mr. Cook, and you have no relationship with you at all. You know this, but you still use the reason of 'father' as an excuse It’s inappropriate to justify yourself, right?”

I will retell the past events that I have told her to everyone.After I finished telling this story, everyone, especially Mr. Khan, looked at Xiao Wuyue, clearly looking at a wolf.

Mr. Khan walked forward with a slight limp, bent down, picked up the doctor's gun that fell on the ground, and fiddled with it: "Nancy already said that there were still three werewolves until last night. Now that Cook is dead, May, If you are willing to recruit your last accomplice, the gun in my hand will spare your life for the time being."

Little Wuyue was terrified, and she burst into tears: "I'm really not a werewolf, master..."

The "Master" she begged was more cruel than anyone else: "Since you are desperately protecting those two werewolves who have no relatives and no reason to you, Wu Yue, I will fulfill you and send you to see your companions. Okay?"

The little maid never expected that things would turn out like this. She stared at the black muzzle of Mr. Khan's gun with wide eyes, terrified: "I'm really just defending my father... my adoptive father. ! Why don’t you believe it?! I have been with him for many years, and I have been in love with father and daughter—”

"boom--"

The noisy woman finally lay quietly in a pool of blood.

Everyone covered their faces and sighed silently.

The heavy smell of blood permeated the air, pressing on my heart, stuffy.

She is dead, and she has a lot of benefits for me, but at this moment, I can't be happy.

……

Under the deserted moonlight, two lone wolves.

"You shouldn't have forced Xiao Wuyue to death today."

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help but stare at him: "Why can't I? At least I didn't harm my own people!" Unlike you, although it is true that you killed the hunter, you also indirectly killed Cook. gentlemen.It made me unable to hold back my hatred or anger.

"...Did you forget, there is still a 'wild child' here? If the role model Cook dies, Little May will join our team tonight." He shook his head helplessly, "That is to say, you It also implicated our potential teammates."

"...Fuck, you didn't say it earlier." I stuck out my tongue angrily, trying to let the cold air pour into my chest to disperse the suffocating fire, "Then what are we going to do tonight? Are we going to get guards? Or Do you see who is what?"

He hesitated.

Convinced, it's this hesitant expression again... Every time he makes this expression, there must be nothing good: "Why, what do you want to do?"

"I think Philip to-night."

"Is he an idiot or a witch?"

"Probably not. But he's dead, so he can push someone else out as a scapegoat during the day."

My ears twitched, but I quickly fell into thinking: Who does he want to use to frame the young master's death?

"Have you figured out who Madam will be guarding tonight?" I sneered, "You know you have to sort out the guards tonight, but you forced me to move the tailor black girl during the day, and then ran up the mountain again Helping bury the corpse, how can I have time to listen to information? It’s fine if I don’t go, just relying on my face, I will definitely be suspected if I approach Madam rashly. But you are the best candidate? You deliberately avoided contacting her, right? You're talking about it, there are only two of us left, so keep asking questions and don't know how to live?"

"..." He hesitated to speak for a long time, and only choked out a sentence, "Let's just trust me again."

As soon as I heard this, I laughed angrily: "...Okay, since you are so confident, I will follow you again. But you have to be careful, in case something goes wrong during the day and you expose yourself, I will This inconspicuous hidden wolf hidden among the civilians will definitely abandon you without hesitation and use your life to 'clarify' my identity. I have made an agreement with you in advance, if you want to blame, blame yourself for the mistake in command tonight, Then don't blame me."

"Ok, I know."

……

We followed the trees in the backyard and sneaked into the room of the young master who was suspected of being a millionaire.

The moment I jumped into the room, the moonlight in the sky suddenly filled up, rushing towards me like a silver tide...

I stepped into a soft twilight.In the middle of the dim light, Wei Guang leaned against a statue of a goddess with two long legs and a pair of round and small feet dangling leisurely, in a quiet and charming posture.The skin was as white as glowing.

I stared at her dumbfounded, my head was in a state of confusion, and I could only hear my heart beating wildly in the depths of my chest.

Seeing me standing there stupidly, she showed me a familiar sweet smile:

"Long time no see, Xiao Cang. You forgot me so quickly, huh?"

She opened her hand to me, and a small piece of dark chocolate lay quietly in her palm. A string of silver chains was wrapped around her snow-white wrist, with a blue-green fluorite pendant underneath, shaking and shaking.

As if I was bewitched, I unconsciously stepped forward step by step, stretched out my hand, and touched her white and naked skin...

Until the chirping noise woke me up from my dream.

I got up from the narrow sofa in a daze, only to see the flames and billowing smoke of Khan’s mansion outside the window in the early morning.

On the other side that I couldn't see, a raging fire broke out in Master Philip's room at some point, and the room was completely burned down.

Mrs. Khan cried and fainted in the ruins holding the charred corpse, ignoring everyone's comfort.

From the corner of his eye, Quentin let out a long sigh.Only I know that he is not lamenting, but rejoicing.Fortunately, this kid finally died in the night as scheduled.

I don't have any memory of killing the kid yesterday, and I don't even know how I got back to the little couch in the Bell Hall.No matter how I recall it, I have no impression.Except for the dream that made me blush.

That dream was so clear.The priestess who suddenly disappeared in the temple nine years ago overlapped with Wei's figure.

I looked up and quickly glanced at Wei who was feeding Mrs. Khan.

Not like, still not like.

Logically speaking, two people who are not alike shouldn't be called so frequently.Even, the reason why I have developed a different kind of affection for Wei Hui in such a short period of time is mostly because of the seemingly indistinct connection between her and the priestess.

"Reincarnation".

This word, which I read in the temple book many years ago, suddenly came to my mind.Just when I wanted to continue to explore the relationship between the two of them and "reincarnation", a voice suddenly interrupted me.

"You...why are you staring at me? I'm not the wolf who killed Philip." The black girl in the grocery store suddenly stared at me warily, "If I were a wolf, I wouldn't set fire to the house. I just moved Go to Miss Khan's room next door, what if the fire accidentally hurts me?"

I just wanted to say impatiently, "I was just in a daze so I didn't look at you", but suddenly I thought, Quentin originally wanted to use Philip's death to frame someone, so I might as well take advantage of the situation and add another fire.

"Sorry, I didn't doubt what you meant, but since you said it, you reminded me. If he was killed by wolves because of hatred, then the most likely murderers are you and the old housekeeper. Didn't you admit it? , had a feud with him; of course, Master Philip may also have been killed by a werewolf because of his "idiot" ability."

The eyes of the black girl changed, and she glanced in a certain direction unconsciously.I quickly glanced in the direction of her gaze.Tailor, Steward and Mr. Khan.Who is she looking at?Who is that "idiot" among them, or her black girl herself?

"We are not the only ones who have a grudge against Philip." She said suddenly, looking up at me, "However, this is a more absurd story than what you told yesterday, do you want to hear it?"

……

The intricate relationship between the Khan family and the Pu family really surprised me, but A Ling listed the graphic evidence, conjectures and assumptions clearly.Others were confused and convinced in the extreme shock, not to mention the person involved in it.

Sex and murder, either one is enough to destroy the pillar of the family.

"It's not me." Mr. Khan confronted A Ling with frowned eyebrows, "If you don't tell me, I may never know that Philip is that man's bastard... However, if I knew earlier, it wouldn't be the turn of others. Let's do it."

"You must know! When I was discussing this matter with Ms. Wei in Miss Khan's room yesterday, she clearly heard footsteps. It must be you, the 'father', who killed Philip!"

"I have never been to the third floor, I have been staying in the house with my wife..."

"Ma'am happened to be resting after taking medicine at that time, right? You can sneak out!"

"I do not……"

"Hart..." Mrs. Khan woke up slowly, and she didn't know how much she had listened to, but a look of despair appeared on her palm-sized face.

She calmly gave the death sentence to Mr. Khan: "Philip's father, how could it be you?"

He froze.His usually rigid and solemn face suddenly twisted.With a loud shout, he suddenly pulled out his gun, and pointed at his wife tremblingly: "You are lying!"

I stared at the gun in amazement.This guy Quentin... No wonder he didn't take back the female doctor's gun yesterday. Could it be that he planned to let them kill each other then?

Madam still looked calmly and desperately at the muzzle of the gun that was on the verge of madness: "Hart, how could Philip's father be you?"

A tear welled up from the corner of Mr. Khan's eye, he took one last look at his wife, moved his hand, and pulled the trigger—and suddenly a flower of burning blood burst onto his jaw.His broken body fell at the feet of his beloved wife.

……

The trick of the "ghost king" came true so quickly.And he himself didn't even say a word in the process.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my back unconsciously.