death like wind

Ah Jin widened her watery eyes in disbelief, raised her head to look at Rick, suppressed her beating heart, and said, "Uncle Rick, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to control it?"

Rick shook his head with a smile, got up and said, "Don't think too much, you'll catch up on sleep after breakfast, it's not a gentleman's behavior to wander around with dark circles on your face."

Ah Jin has always been very concerned about her appearance, upon hearing this, she immediately ran to the vanity mirror to check, and she really found thick dark circles under her eye sockets, she immediately regretted it, peeled two eggs and put them under her eye sockets.

Rick gave him a funny look, closed the door and went out.

After sleeping until late in the afternoon, the first thing Ah Jin did when she woke up was to see if her dark circles had disappeared. Fortunately, the metabolism of young people was very good, and there was no trace of dark circles left.

When she went downstairs, she saw her father standing at the door with a big black umbrella and was about to go out. Her mother told her what to do next. Ah Jin took a piece of hot bread and walked over and asked, "Is father going to go?" Is it the police station?"

Lorca turned to look at his son, and said, "There's a new accident, and they're urging me over there."

For some reason, Ah Jin thought of the little girl who had been with him all night last night, and blurted out, "I'll go with you."

Lorca nodded expressionlessly, but her eyes were filled with admiration, and her mother dragged Ah Jin to explain it again, nothing more than to be polite when meeting people, and not to fall into the family style.

It was raining heavily outside again, and at a glance, the forest trails were lush and lush, and there was a sense of urgency in the dim light of the wind and rain.

Rick took a windbreaker to keep out the cold and put it on Jin's body, handed him the umbrella and said, "Come back early, be careful on the road."

Ah Jin smiled at him, took advantage of her parents not paying attention, quickly kissed him on the face, held back a triumphant smile and said solemnly: "Uncle Rick will!"

While sitting in the car, the smile on Ah Jin's face still didn't come back, Lorca glanced at his silly son through the rearview mirror, and asked doubtfully, "Is there anything so happy?"

He knows best about his son, who used to look like he couldn't lift his spirits for anything, and was only interested in painting and piano, but after Duke Rick came, the smile on Ah Jin's face was unknowingly more up.

Ah Jin coughed and lowered the corners of her mouth, and said, "It's nothing, I just feel very happy."

The child also has his own room for growth. Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Lorca didn't ask any more questions. After a while, the car stopped at the gate of the police station. The two police officers seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and quickly opened their umbrellas to welcome them out.

"Professor, you are finally here. The sheriff is going crazy." A young police officer held an umbrella and hit Lorca's head, but he was mostly wet.

"What exactly happened?" Lorca stepped up to enter the police station, and went down to the interrogation room under the guidance of the police officer.

"Let the sheriff speak. Only you can help us in this matter."

When they arrived at the interrogation room, the two police officers fled away.Pushing open the door, the sheriff, who is nearly forty years old, is sitting in front of the monitor with his hands on his chin, thinking about something. The boy Harry he met before is lying on the table behind, writing and drawing on a piece of paper. .

The bangs under the fluffy head covered most of the face, only the white and small pointed chin was exposed, and the profile was perfect.

After seeing Lorca, the sheriff immediately stood up happily and greeted him to sit down, and then he said what was upset in his heart: "The king sent an army to help solve the case, and asked me to solve the case within ten days, but Now the clues are a mess, and there is no clue at all."

Ah Jin didn't interrupt the conversation between the two, and obediently walked over to Harry and sat down, glanced at the draft paper in his hand, and lowered her voice, "What did you write?"

The straw paper is a mess, and I can vaguely recognize the names of a few people, even if I am a god, I may not be able to recognize the wild abstract style.

Harry rubbed his hair in annoyance, and stared at the toilet paper with resentful eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it: "Character relationship diagram, the lady insisted that she was the murderer, but we didn't find any close friends around her." The person who needs her to take the blame, at this juncture, the real murderer started killing people without any scruples, five people died in a row last night, and the traces of the scene were washed away by the rain when they were discovered this morning."

After being silent, Ah Jin said: "He seems to be provoking you with such frequent movements, most likely because of the lady you have detained."

Harry nodded and said, "I thought so too, but I didn't get any useful information out of that lady's mouth. She only said one thing: I killed everyone."

"I killed people, you don't need to investigate anymore." Sitting in front of the solid wooden table was a sickly lady. She was dressed in rags and had several patches sewn on her clothes, but her palms that should have been white and clean were full of The wrinkles made her look much older than her actual age.

Lorca sat in front of her, poured a cup of hot tea for each of them, and said with a smile: "Madam, please enjoy it. This is a good tea from country Z, so you shouldn't let it down."

Manla hesitated for a moment, her empty eyes fell on the steaming cup of tea in front of her, she stretched out her hand and lightly picked it up and took a sip. The fragrance lasted for a long time, but there was a hint of sweetness.

Manla was born in a poor family and has been a slave for generations. She has never tasted such a good thing. Her first thought was to ask for some back for her daughter to taste, but suddenly remembered something, and her eyes darkened.

Seeing that she put the porcelain cup back on the table in frustration, Lorca asked, "Isn't it good?"

"It's very delicious, sir." Manla shook her head with her drooping head, she was too lazy to say anything other than the "mantra", and then she was in a state of not wanting to talk to anyone, closing herself in a lonely heart world.

Lorca observed her expression, and suddenly said: "Madam, you still have a child, right?"

Manla raised her head in surprise, but the words that surprised her even more were still behind: "If your child is still alive, Madam will not be so decisive to plead guilty. Forgive me for asking, has that child passed away?"

Manla lowered her head again after being surprised, she has nothing now, even if they knew that she had a child, they couldn't threaten her.

A gleam flashed in Lorca's eyes, and he took a sip of tea, and the steaming mist engulfed those eyes full of wisdom: "Since Madam is also a mother and has suffered from the loss of a child, how can I bear to look at Tony?" Those innocent mothers in this small town also lost their children? Did you know that just yesterday, five more mothers in this small town lost their children.”

Manla's expression changed a few times, and finally she couldn't help but said: "They are innocent? Then I am not innocent! Where were you so-called police officers when my poor daughter was tortured to death? Only the nobles Your life is your life, we servants are not even as good as your cats and dogs!"

Lorca tapped the table lightly with her fingers, quietly watching her change from anger to calm again, and then continued: "The behavior of bullying your nobles does not mean that all nobles will do this. , you should seek help from those around you."

Manla didn't speak any more, and stared blankly at the small window on the high wall for a long time without saying a word.

Lorca asked a few more questions and carefully observed Manla's facial expressions. Although she didn't say a word, judging from her reaction, she had already told Lorca most of the answers.

Knowing that there is nothing left to ask today, Lorca cleaned up the table and left the interrogation room. The police chief immediately greeted him: "How is it? Did you gain anything?"

Lorca smiled and said, "I've gained a lot, doesn't the sheriff also know?"

The sheriff was stunned for a moment, and with a hearty laugh, he hugged Lorca's shoulders, and said to the police officer who was waiting at the side: "Go, investigate the family that Manla belongs to, and no matter what, we must pry something out of their mouths." what come!"

There are also some expressions on Manla's face and the emotions revealed by his words. Lorca talked with the sheriff in the room for a long time, repeatedly analyzing the images recorded on the monitor. He has followed the detective team to Ophelia's villa.

It is here that Manla works.

The last time Ophelia was caught in the cold in the abandoned factory, and she was seriously ill after returning home, and she has not recovered until now. My uncle invited many famous doctors from the capital to recuperate the young lady’s body. The fragrance is lingering, and it is said that a doctor from country Z is brewing medicine.

Seeing the police officers park their car aggressively in front of the villa, Ophelia's father, Jason, came out with a smile surrounded by servants. One servant held an umbrella for him, and another servant supported him. Pai is very grand.

Wearing tight waterproof police uniforms, Wall and his party stood in the heavy rain and talked to Jason without any scruples. Since Millefair sat in the car and didn't go out, and the rain was too loud, he didn't listen. clear.

Behind the hazy rain curtain, Jason's complexion changed when he heard something, his eyes were gloomy, and the original friendly smile was swept away, his complexion was very ugly.

Wall didn't say any more, and with a wave of his hand, someone broke into the villa. Because there were troops from the capital, Jason was unwilling and dared not stop him.

Under the sound of the pattering rain, Ah Jin accidentally fell asleep wrapped in a blanket. In his dream, he came to a very strange and familiar place. The architectural style here is very different from the country where he grew up. On the ground, the steel bricks and tiles reflect a cool tone in the sunlight.

A group of people are walking on the asphalt road, there are men and women, tall and outstanding, everyone's appearance is extremely dazzling, oh, except for the little fat man walking in the middle, but even in the fat circle, the appearance of this little fat man Nor is it covered.The leaves of the sycamore trees planted by the roadside were already yellow, and a gust of wind passed through the street, rustling the ground withered and yellow. Among them, a girl with a pure face blinked her eyes, as if sand had entered her eyes. His eyes became wet, and the little fat man turned his head to look at him, hehe said, "What's the matter? Miss our boss?"

The girl rubbed her eyes, pursed her mouth and said, "It's been almost a month, except for the last time, the boss has never stayed in the land nightmare for so long."

Another beautiful woman with a very gentle temperament held her hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, I heard from my friends in the Nightmare Bureau that the very capable Cheng Chen also went in. With him joining forces, Ah Jin will be gone soon." will come out."

Judging from the appearance of these people, they should be oriental, but what is strange is that the language they speak has never been learned by Millefair, but he naturally understands what they are talking about, and he talks to Miss Chuhe. Same with dialogue.

The innocent-looking girl nodded, dried her wet eyes, hesitated and said, "I heard from Sister Yu that the word nightmare is already gray, Meng Rao, can you ask your friend why the gray world is still gray?" Hanging in the trading bank?"

Before the beauty named Meng Rao could answer, the boy in the mask who was walking in front stopped, turned his head and glared at her: "After going through so many worlds, you are still the same stupid, what Yu Miaomiao has done is not to be seen in the first place." Do you still want to rush to someone and talk about it?"

The innocent girl shivered for a moment, and then remembered that no one except the Nightmare Bureau should know the lifespan of these worlds. If the Nightmare Bureau knows that someone has explored this far, they must be banned!

Nightmare game?Nightmare world?

The picture in front of him was like a calm water surface being broken, with layers of ripples gradually dissipating, leaving only a blank space. Millerfield struggled to open his eyes when he heard someone calling him.

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