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

After I came out of the attic, I felt a sullen feeling in my heart.Also, on the way back to the alarm hall, a cold rain poured on his head.In this way, before it was completely dark, I actually developed a fever!

The illness was so overwhelming that I could only nestle on the sofa, my whole body felt dizzy with heat, and my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand up.

After dark, I was still sick.I can no longer interfere with what Quentin says or does.It wasn't even until the next morning that I realized that it was A Ling who died last night, not the guard Mrs. Khan I thought.

I was surprised, but I didn't have the spirit to think deeply.Although my body temperature had mostly returned to normal, I was still suffocatingly weak and limp like a woman.

The only thing that shocked me was that Wei took the initiative to talk to me.Seeing that I was not in good spirits, she even put her soft and boneless hand on my forehead.

She blamed herself: "If I had persuaded you a few more words yesterday and forced you to stay, you would definitely not have caught the cold in the rain."

I lowered my eyes, scorched my face, and said ah-ah casually.

Seeing this, she showed concern: "Although your forehead isn't very hot, your face is still a little hot. I'm afraid you still have a low-grade fever... I don't know if there is any suitable medicine in the mansion."

I was afraid that she would figure out the reason for my hot face, so I coughed twice and explained: "I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine... I'll just sleep for a while."

Ke Wei seemed to think that I was trying to hold on, so he ran to ask the housekeeper about the medicine.

This series of actions of hers made me very angry.While enjoying myself, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Quentin glaring at me out of the corner of my eye.

That was a warning.

"Yamazaki Ao, you'd better not have any special relationship with her." What he said echoed in my mind like an alarm bell, "Otherwise, even if you are my kind, I will not let you go... "

If Wei Zhen and I are lovers, it is indeed possible to threaten the safety of other werewolves after secretly communicating the song.Judging by the fierceness in his eyes just now, he will keep staring at me and guarding me like this until everyone else is dead and the curse is completely in contact.

Very well, Quentin, I originally thought that only my most sympathetic and humane heart would be suspicious of you as a companion.It turns out that Mr. Sheriff, who is so bright in the eyes of everyone, is just like me, a scum who is used to struggling at the bottom, with a very dark heart.

After figuring this out, my originally tense spirit relaxed.I turned away and ignored his warning.He swayed his body in Wei's direction, and sat down on the steps with a "plop".After Wei heard the sound, he turned his head and looked back. Seeing my miserable situation, he let out a soft cry, and immediately trot upstairs to get the medicine.

While pretending to be sick without any guilt, I secretly rejoiced in my heart: she treated me like this, and I was not in vain for my illness and suffering.

After taking the medicine, I lay on the table in a daze.But my good luck didn't run out immediately.Between half-dream and half-awake, Wei's deliberately low voice floated into my ears several times:

"Shhh, keep your voice down! Xiao Cang fell asleep after taking medicine..."

"..."

"It can't be Xiao Cang's! He has the same reason to rule out Madam's suspicion. He has had a fever since last night. With such a mental state, it is difficult to keep the scene in such a clean and tidy state... As I once caught Benjie The absolute good man who proved this werewolf, I would like to vouch for him..."

I pulled the cup she had specially found for me on my body, and slightly hooked the corners of my mouth.

Oh, it is so comfortable to be accompanied by such a caring woman...

In this way, when I woke up comfortably, the sun had already set to the west.Quentin went to dispose of the body again.This time, it was the old housekeeper who died. According to Wei's description, he couldn't bear the humiliation. He jumped from the window on the third floor and broke his neck. He died cleanly on the spot before a drop of blood could be spilled. .

It's just that the person who thinks he is a wolf, unexpectedly, has that sissy tailor!Except for the dwarf, Mrs. Khan, who was in a mental state, and me, that devil Quentin somehow tricked Wei and the tailor into voting with him.

I suddenly understood why Quentin picked the black girl last night.It turned out that he also liked the unusual relationship between the two of them, and deliberately used the death of the smarter one to stimulate the stupid one.Let him stretch out his hand in a daze under the impulse to help us.

But through today's events, I found that "playing stupid" seems to be a pretty good choice.At least judging from the results during the day, the three people who were too confused to vote, me, my wife, and the dwarf, were not even questioned about their identities.If I continue to pretend to be stupid and only defend but not attack, will I be able to hide until the end?

……

"Don't just pretend to be stupid, but find out who the last "idiot" who is "really stupid" is! He is our last hurdle."

I raised my eyelids and glanced at the black-haired and green-eyed wolf in front of me, and said, "What's the rush? No matter what, we have to deal with the guards first tonight."

After hearing this, he unexpectedly did not nod his head and agreed: "Indeed, this matter has dragged on for too long. Let's settle this first tonight."

I wondered: "Didn't you keep emphasizing that you don't know the order of Madam Khan's guards at night? I didn't see you talking to her during the day, so you really figured it out? You won't bite the bullet tonight, right?"

He nodded: "You have to trust me."

Asked me to believe him again... I curled my lips, every time he said that, I had to murmur in my heart.

"Alan is probably that idiot," he said suddenly, "You pretend to be a witch tomorrow, and find a way to get Alan to question Mario together. As long as you can gain his trust and force Mario to death, tomorrow night, Alan this Once the last capable user dies, everything can end."

"...Why do you want me to pretend to be a witch? Or is it not good to just force this little idiot to death? Why use him as a cover and delay for another night?"

"Of course it's because Alan is the best at cheating. And compared to Mario, Alan doesn't look like a bad guy!" He said.

That's right.I sneered twice, then frowned again:

"But Wei, it's not easy to lie to her, is it? She won't easily believe that I'm a witch." What's more, I had already "confessed" to her in the attic without Quentin's back the previous day, saying that I was just a witch. Ordinary people are not capable people.If I go back on my word tomorrow, will she have a bad impression of me...

"She...as long as you can talk to Alan, her opinion can't shake anything. She, I'll take care of it." His green eyes were fixed on me, as if he wanted to see through me, "Listen , let me warn you for the last time, Wei Xiaochi is my prey. She is definitely much more difficult to deal with than you imagined. I have to put her in the end and clean her up with my own hands, so that I can be completely at ease."

"..."

"I advise you not to be distracted by her, Yamazaki Ao, Alan is your goal for tomorrow."

Gritting my teeth with hatred, I glared at him as hard as I could.

He's going to kill her, he's going to kill her.This terrifying thought grew wildly in my heart.

I always knew that she was going to die, but every time I saw her, I only felt joy and throbbing, and the ultimate question of life and death was simply thrown out of my mind.I kept my creed of "Tit for Tat", remembering every bit of her kindness to me, and I only thought about how to return it to her, to her alive.

However, humans and wolves have different paths, he wants to kill her...

"...Okay." I said this word to Quentin with great difficulty.

Rather than telling her to turn into a cold corpse under my hands, it is better to ask Quentin to do it.In this way, when I wake up in the middle of the night and feel regretful, there will still be someone who can tell me to hate...

No, I can't hate myself! !

"Don't worry, Quentin. I don't have any thoughts about her." I promised him in a rough voice.The voice echoed low and low, lingering in the empty and cold square.I told him, and I told myself.As if this stupid lie can also deceive my heart...

Don't have any more thoughts about her.Only in this way, when everything is over, can I really get the new life I have dreamed of for a long time.

……

Tonight's killing was extraordinarily brutal.All the anger, hatred, remorse, and anger pent up in my chest were vented on the corpse. It was not until Quentin helplessly held me back that I took the opportunity to slap him vigorously with red eyes.

The sharp claws drew a not shallow mark under his eyes, and the blood soaked the short black hair on his face, leaving a bright red line.

He stuck out his tongue and licked away a drop of blood that rolled down.He didn't move any more, just looked at me with deep eyes, as if he had understood my intention.

The enemy doesn't move, I don't move, and I use the powerful terrain under my feet to look at it condescendingly.

All along, the fear and hatred I had buried deep in my heart for him suddenly dissipated at this moment.

I seem to have wiped out my demons in an instant.I, a ferocious lone wolf, and a naked prodigal son.I can put down the life of the woman I like, why should I be afraid of him?

When he saw my eyes not to be outdone, he didn't become angry and mad, but his green eyes became more and more deep like the sea.

"Alright, now, I don't owe you anything."

He said a word without thinking, and walked away.

This is the first time, he took the lead, but ran away before me.

What else did he say he didn't owe me?What did he owe me?What doesn't he owe me?I was confused by him.

Heh, he must have been mad by me, or his brain is broken.

"Also"?Indeed "also good".I thought badly.Anyway, he's broken, and it doesn't affect me.On the contrary, I am least afraid of seeing people joke.

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