death like wind

"Harry?" Millerfill sat up wrapped in a blanket, and uttered two unfamiliar syllables with a very strange accent, like a language in a dream.

Harry didn't notice anything unusual. Seeing him wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief, dried his hair with a towel, and said, "You didn't wake up no matter how much I called you just now. I thought something happened."

"Have you got any clues?" The voice that came out this time was normal, but a sense of weirdness still lingered in Millefair's heart.

Harry wiped his hair clean, took off his police uniform, put on his normal uniform and said, "I found a few servants who were closer to Manla, and Officer Wall is taking people back to the police station for interrogation. With your father's help, the answer will come out soon."

Millerfell always felt that something was wrong, he frowned and thought for a while but couldn't come up with an answer, so he had no choice but to let it go.After changing his clothes, Harry took a step to sit in the driver's seat, turned his head and said, "I'll take you home first, it's time to get off work anyway."

"Okay." Only then did Millefair realize that the sky had darkened, and it looked cloudy in the heavy rain, as dim as a bucket of muddy water splashed on a painting scroll. Only the lights in the car dispelled the enveloping dim.

The car engine sounded, driving through the forest path, the thick layer of leaves creaked under the wheels, and before the sky became dark, the car stopped in front of an elegant manor.

Under the light hanging in front of the gate, a tall and handsome man was waiting with an umbrella, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward to open the door after seeing the car stopped, and covered the umbrella over Miller. Phil's head.

Worried that Rick would get wet, Ah Jin leaned closer to his side.

Harry looked at this and said with a smile: "Then I'm leaving, Millefair, you'd better drink a cup of ginger tea to keep out the cold when you go back."

Just when it was about to start, Isame walked over with the help of a servant and said, "Officer Harry, please leave after dinner, the table is ready." Isame is a very elegant lady, even now She is nearly 50 years old, but she still looks so good that people can't see her true youth at all.

Under Isame's friendly and warm greeting, Harry couldn't delay getting out of the car and followed them into the manor.

At the dinner table, Isame asked about the progress of the case, and Harry, who could speak, answered vaguely, but it was enjoyable, but Lorca did not come back when Harry left.

Millerfield sent people to the door, and saw a small head poking out weakly from a white skirt hidden in the corner of the wall, Harry followed his gaze suspiciously, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to can see these things."

Millefair raised his eyebrows and said, "So you can see it too?"

"Yes." Harry didn't think so, got into the car and opened the window with a smile: "Maybe there is some reason for this, I hope we can discuss it in detail when we have time."

Millefair waved his hand, and turned back after the car disappeared into the forest path.

The little girl stretched out her small body and staggered behind Millerfill. Her ankle seemed to be injured, and she walked very slowly. She accidentally tripped over a raised stone and fell.Millefair paused, turned around and held up an umbrella to cover her from the rain, and asked, "Isn't Manla your mother?"

The little girl lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. After a long time, she nodded imperceptibly. Her voice was so soft that it was almost covered by the sound of heavy rain: "I went to my father today and told him not to kill any more people, but my father was very angry. hurt my leg."

How could that person bear such a small child!Millefair frowned angrily: "Does he hit you often?"

The little girl quickly replied: "No, my father would not beat me before. My father loves me very much. I know..."

Millefair simply couldn't understand that if it was his child, he would definitely not want to let his child suffer any harm, let alone hurt him himself, even he didn't realize it. When he thought this way, his The palms unconsciously covered the lower abdomen.

Just as he was about to bend down to pull the little girl up, he heard footsteps behind him, and Millefair straightened up immediately. The little girl seemed to sense some terrifying presence approaching, and disappeared in place.

"Why are you still standing outside? The ginger tea is ready, and it's time to go to bed after drinking it." Rick stood under the eaves and smiled at him. The cold light shone on him, adding a bit of warmth.

"Okay." After entering the room, Millefair took the bowl in the servant's hand and drank it in one gulp, then licked his lips, looked at Rick expectantly, and said, "Uncle Rick, it's still raining today .”

"Well, I saw it." Rick smiled lightly, and the movement of opening the book did not stop at all.

Millefair looked at him resentfully for a long time, until Rick finished flipping through the book in his hand, raised his head and said with a smile, "There is no thunder or lightning today, so you don't have to be afraid."

At this time, the servant had already returned to the room to rest, and there was only one lighting lamp left in the living room. Under the faint warm light, Millefair walked up to Rick's side and put his hands around his neck, saying pitifully: "What if?" It starts to thunder again at night? I won't be able to sleep again."

Rick couldn't read the book at all when he was stopped by Millefair, so he had no choice but to turn his eyes to the elf boy: "You have surpassed, if your mother sees it after going downstairs, I don't think you can explain it."

"Mother won't come down." Millerfield took an inch and knelt on Rick's lap and sat down, almost lying on top of him, forcing Rick to lean back on the sofa.

"Your father will be back any minute."

Millefair smiled slyly, leaned close to Rick's ear and blew, "Father's car engine is very loud, and I'll hear him as soon as he gets to the door."

Rick laughed helplessly, and squeezed Millerfield's cheeks: "Stop making trouble, I'll just sleep with you tonight, on the premise that you don't mess around."

"Yeah!" Millefair showed a bright smile, and kissed him on the lips, his eyes curved into nice arcs: "I promise not to mess around, just sleep with Uncle Rick."

Back in Millerfield's room, Ajin took the clothes and went to take a shower first, Rick went to his own room to wash up, thought about it when he came out, and brought the space theory that he hadn't finished reading.

Millefair snuggled under the quilt, sat up happily after seeing the figure outside the window, waited for Rick to get into the bed, and couldn't wait to put his arms around his waist, rubbing against Rick's chest.

"It's agreed, don't mess around." Rick pushed the person away a little, but Millerfield seemed to be stuck to him, and came closer after a while.

"No messing around, I'm just hugging a big doll."

Rick shook his head, turned off the light and left only a bedside lamp, reading a book by the faint light, Millerfield raised his head and took a look, seeing that it was full of unfamiliar characters, his head hurt immediately.

"Uncle Rick, what are you reading? Can you tell me a bedtime story?" Although he couldn't understand, he was holding a personal translator!

Rick looked down at his little head, and after a moment of trance, he said: "The above is a story about a big devil who wants a kind angel to become his kind."

Millefair's eyes were shining, and they were still shining brightly under the dim light: "I want to hear it, can Uncle Rick tell me?"

Rick closed the book, and under the sound of the pattering rain, he whispered this long-buried story, his voice was as faint as passing clouds.

In the distant past, there was a great devil full of evil, but he had the appearance of an angel and a pair of holy white feathers. People thought this great devil was an angel they respected, and enshrined him every year.

The real angel, however, looks as ugly as a demon. His white feathers were brutally taken away by the demon, and tattered bone wings were forcibly attached to his ferocious back, and he lived a life where everyone shouted and beat him.

False angels kill people and people don't want to believe it.

People don't want to believe that false demons saved people.

The devil asked the angel: The people you shelter no longer believe in you, why are you still unwilling to fall?

The angel also asked the devil: People enshrine you, why don't you want to protect them?

The devil couldn't answer this question, so he was very angry, killed all the angel's companions, killed the angel's beautiful bride, and forced the angel to bow to him.

The angel escaped, but he couldn't escape the claws of the people he was thinking of. The ignorant people brought the angel into the hands of the devil, hoping that the devil would subdue the angel.

The faint cold wind blew past, lifted the window screen and danced gracefully. Rick looked down at the boy who was sleeping soundly in his arms, with unidentifiable clear waves gushing out of his deep blue eyes.

"A Jin, do you know the ending?"

The earth was silent, only the whistling wind responded to him.

Rick gently covered Millerfill with the quilt, and piously kissed him on the forehead. The quiet voice was like a dream, floating gently in the night.

"The angel said that he hated the devil, because the devil cheated him of everything and destroyed the pillar of his life. That was the first time an angel learned to hate this emotion after reincarnation."

Rick stretched out his hand and gently stroked Millefair's lower abdomen, with tenderness and pain in his eyes: "A Jin, this child cannot be had."

Unexpectedly, 1 years later, everything will start to reverse, and the trajectory of fate will eventually run in the opposite direction. What kind of attitude will the unbearable past reappear in front of us?

In the heavy rain and majestic night, thunder sounded again, ushering in lightning.

"Morning, Uncle Rick." Millerfell had a good night's dream, but he vaguely heard someone talking in his half-dream and half-sleep, saying that the child should not be taken, probably because he saw what happened to the little girl, thinking about it day by day and dreaming at night .

Rick was talking with Lorca about the progress of the case, and when he heard the greeting, he turned his head and smiled at Millefair: "Morning, I made your favorite plum sauce today, and you can dip it in your cake. "

The servant set the tableware and stepped aside with a smile, "The young master didn't like sour food before, but he loved sweets, but now he has changed his temper for some reason."

"Kids are changeable, it's normal." Lorca finished drinking a glass of milk and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Millefair carefully evenly coated the bread with sour plum sauce. Just as he was about to take a bite, his eyes drifted to Rick's bowl, and he immediately pushed his own plate over, moving the plate in front of Rick to his own.

Rick raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

Lorca also paused, and looked at his daring son in doubt, and was about to reprimand him, when Millerfire said seriously: "The ones on your plate seem to be more delicious."

"..." Rick glanced at his leftover plate, his complexion changed a few times, and he said, "Not really."

Lorca couldn't hold back her old face anymore, but the servants at the side laughed and said that the relationship between the young master and the Duke was like that of an uncle or nephew.

Lorca coughed a few times, pretended not to see, closed her eyes, got up and left, and took Isami who had walked to the door back.

The author has something to say:

The story told is related to the preface of the third dungeon, but some changes have been made~

Recently, the schoolwork is really heavy, hey, I always feel that 24 hours a day is not enough