Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The hotel Qing Huan stayed in in London was run by a Chinese. When she was in the hotel, the hotel owner’s daughter often came to play with Qing Huan—the little girl had an apple face and was very cute. She always held an apple. The white cat came to find Qing Huan, and she liked to hear Qing Huan's fables and myths about China.Qing Huan likes children very much, so she welcomes her to find her.Until one evening, the little girl disappeared inexplicably. Qing Huan followed the owner of the hotel and his family to look for the little girl, but unexpectedly found the little girl’s body—she had been ripped open, and there was a clown’s usual clown beside her. colored balls.

The little girl's parents were crying and screaming, almost going crazy.

Qing Huan stood aside and watched. Of course it wasn't the first time he faced death, but it was the first time he was so cruel.Besides, such an innocent little girl...

It is precisely because of this that Qing Huan decided to intervene in this clown serial killer case.

Qing Huan took the initiative as a bait and cooperated with the London police.

The murderer's goal was not consistent, and he seemed to commit the murder randomly, and the time and place were from evening to early morning.It took a whole month for Qing Huan to meet the murderer face to face for the first time, and of course he would not miss this opportunity.

It was a man who was not tall and of medium build, dressed like a clown, when he took out the big scissors, Qing Huan could even see the evil and madness in his eyes slowly.His whole body was shrouded in black. Although he was human, his heart was like a devil.

Those London policemen, there were more than a dozen of them, and they were still wearing weapons, but they still let the clown run away - Qing Huan still had to rely on herself at the critical moment.He chased the murderer all the way, maybe the murderer didn't expect Qing Huan, who looks so thin, to be so strong, so he kept chasing him closely...

Qing Huan chased after him, without even knowing when he entered the forest. When he realized something was wrong, there was no sound around him.In such a large forest, let alone the sound of animals, there is no sound of wind blowing leaves.

Looking around, nothing but trees... Qing Huan thought about it and caught the murderer—until...until an old castle suddenly appeared in front of him.This ancient castle is completely different from the palace castle seen during the day, not referring to the scale of the building, but the entire castle is lifeless, and the shining white moon on the top makes this castle strange and unusual.

Qing Huan looked at the door that opened to the outside, as if calling him to go in—could the disappearing murderer go in?

Intuition tells Qing Huan not to go in - there are unknown dangers hidden there.But……

And at this time, outside the forest, a dozen London policemen are lining up there——

"It won't really go in, will it?"

"But the ones who saw them just now are gone, so they must have gone in..."

"Shall we chase after it?"

"Let's forget it, you don't want to die?"

"Then, let's stay here, in case they come back..."

"Um……"

"..."

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Qing Huan stood outside the castle, hesitating whether to go in or not.

"Ah—" Suddenly, the murderer's scream came from inside.

Qing Huan's heart shuddered, and at this moment, he saw that the inside of the castle was brightly lit—he gritted his teeth, and finally chose to go in.

When he walked through the door, it slammed shut, as in all horror novels.

Qing Huan blinked, but there was no scary scene in front of her eyes, but a gorgeous and luxurious living room, and the big crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling of the living room made people's eyes hurt even more.The point is that in the living room, there are men and women in fine attire, drinking cups, singing and dancing, chatting and laughing happily, and the air is filled with the smell of women's perfume, flowers and wine...

The melodious music mixed by violin and piano echoed throughout the hall - Qing Huan felt as if she had entered another time and space.

"Sir, would you like champagne?" The waiter in a black tuxedo came up and asked.

Qing Huan shook his head, he decided to leave here.

But just as he turned around, he heard a snap of his fingers, and then all the music stopped——

"Our distinguished guests are here, everyone welcome!" a deep and magnetic voice.

Then there was a round of applause.

Qing Huan turned around and saw the man standing on the winding stairs, he was wearing a red tuxedo, a blue bow tie and a tall hat with a golden rose emblem on it, he was as blue as the sea Staring at Qing Huan with those deep eyes, "Guest, this is the Clarence family's dinner, welcome."

Before Qing Huan could react, the person who was obviously 20 meters away walked up to him in an instant. He gave Qing Huan a gentleman's salute, then took his hand, and kissed the back of his hand: " Hello, distinguished guest, the host of my banquet is also the host of this castle, King Clarence."

Qing Huan felt that the place where he kissed her was icy cold, and he withdrew his hand: "I'm sorry, I came to the wrong place, I'm leaving now."

King Clarence looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "May I ask your honorable name?"

"My name is Bai Qinghuan, and I am Chinese."

"China..." King Clarence laughed, "It is a beautiful and mysterious oriental country."

"Thank you. I'm sorry, I should go." Even though the place is splendid, the lights are bright, and everyone here is well-dressed, Qing Huan doesn't feel the slightest warmth... something is wrong.

"I'm sorry." King Clarence took Qing Huan's hand: "Mr. Bai, as a welcome, let's dance a song."

Qing Huan had no time to refuse, so she was dragged into the dance floor, everyone made way for them, the music sounded again, it was a passionate but elegant dance music - of course Qing Huan couldn't dance, that King Clarence kept pulling As he spun, he felt dizzy. The time of this song felt so long, so long. When the music gradually stopped, Qing Huan still hadn't reacted—he couldn't stand still, and King Clarence circled him In his arms, he moved close to Qing Huan's ear, and murmured: "You... smell so good... especially... your blood..."

Qing Huan was a little confused, before she opened her mouth, she felt a tingling pain in her neck——

He is sucking his own blood! ! !

Qing Huan was dizzy and lost consciousness.

……

Qing Huan woke up in the scent of roses. When he opened his eyes, he saw a complicated and gorgeous ceiling, engraved with a picture of the Virgin and Child surrounded by flowers... Qing Huan raised his hand, but it moved The things covering her body... Qing Huan saw that she was covered with bright rose flowers, and the place where she was lying was a coffin-like place. Although it was decorated with roses and precious stones, it still couldn't be changed that it was a coffin fact.

Qing Huan sat up, touched her neck subconsciously, it was smooth and clean, and had already healed up, but Qing Huan couldn't forget the feeling of her skin being punctured before she passed out...

Well, he finally understood that he had entered a vampire's territory.But I'm fine now, is it because of my strong recovery ability, or is the vampire showing mercy? ...

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and someone pushed in—it was the waiter in the black tuxedo from last night, his outfit was exactly the same as last night—but now it seems that it is not the waiter, but Servants and the like.

"Sir, your meal."

The servant respectfully put the tray on the table: "Please use it slowly."

"Wait." Qing Huan stopped him: "What about King Clarence?"

"Master is resting."

"rest?"

The servant didn't say any more, bowed politely, turned around and left the room, closing the door gently.

Qing Huan got out of bed, looked at the meal, it was cake, puffs and black tea.He just glanced at it, and of course he wouldn't actually eat it.

From the room he was in, there was a long corridor. There were lights on both sides of the corridor, but the lights were dim, and it didn't affect the way to see the road, but walking in the corridor always made that person's heart palpitate.

The whole castle was very quiet, it seemed that he was the only one, completely unexpected that it was such a lively scene last night.

"Sir, where are you going?" Qing Huan was startled by the sudden voice behind him. He turned his head and saw the same servant just now, holding the tray in his white-gloved hand.

"I..." Qing Huan paused, "Where is the gate? I still have things to do and want to leave."

The servant bent down: "Sorry, sir, you are not allowed to leave the castle without the master's order."

Qing Huan was helpless: "Then when will your master wake up?"

"do not know."

"..." Qing Huan thought of the murderer who was chased by her: "One more question, did a man wearing a clown costume come into the castle last night?"

"I don't know." It was the same answer.

Qing Huan sighed: "Okay, then can I stroll around the castle?"

"Yes." The servant replied, "If you have any orders, sir, please call me. My name is Hunk."

"Ok."

Like a ghost, after saying this, Hunk disappeared into the shadows.

Qing Huan walked in the castle by herself. The structure of the whole castle seemed simple, but it went around and around, as if walking the same path forever. From the inside of the castle, you could see the lawn and garden outside, but you couldn’t find it no matter what. There is no door to the outside world.This...is a closed world.

More importantly, Qing Huan walked for about an hour or two, but still did not see a "person".

Qing Huan smiled wryly: It seems that I really can't get out just relying on my own strength.

"Sir." Hunk's voice suddenly sounded behind Qing Huan again.

Qing Huan was looking at an oil portrait of Queen Victoria when she heard a voice and turned around, "What's the matter?"

"Master is awake, please go over."

"Okay." To be honest, without Hunk, Qing Huan would not be able to find the way back to the room just now.

Hunk led Qing Huan to a door carved with roses and crowns, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice from inside came from the man named King Clarence last night.

Hunk pushed open the door, turned sideways, spread his hands, and invited Qing Huan in.

"Thank you."

Qing Huan walked past him into the room, and saw King Clarence wearing a white rose collar shirt and black suit at a glance. He was sitting by the window alone, resting his chin as if in deep thought, with a chessboard in front of him.

King Clarence turned his head to look at Qing Huan, his face seemed paler than before, and when he smiled, he added a bit of evil spirit: "Mr. Bai, play chess with me."

Qing Huan is indeed a master at chess, but the problem is, he has been playing Go and Chess, this kind of chess is...

King Clarence laughed: "If Mr. Bai wins, he can leave here."

Qing Huan shivered: "Then what if I lose?"

"Then..." The smile on King Clarence's face was like roses in his room: "Mr. Bai will stay here with me."