Qin Lun's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He only felt that he had a long, long dream. An ant-like voice loomed in the dream, but it was extremely clear, as if it had been deeply penetrated into the depths of consciousness.
That voice did not belong to any known language, but Qin Lun somehow understood all the content, as if it was acting directly on his soul, without any translation at all.
"Woooooo..." Just as Qin Lun wanted to study the content of the voice, a sobbing sound like a broken gong sounded in his ears.
This time, Qin Lun assured that this was definitely not an explanation of the law of the Broken Starry Sky, because the sound was so unpleasant and ear-piercing that it was comparable to the crying of a night owl, making him unable to lie down quietly any longer.
"Shut up!" Qin Lun couldn't bear it and shouted softly.
"Ah..." The broken sobbing stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a high-pitched scream.
Qin Lun angrily lifted off the thin layer covering his body, sat up straight, and looked in the direction of the screaming expressionlessly. Under the bright moon hanging high, a hunchbacked man with an ugly face and ragged clothes was sitting on the ground in horror, backing away in panic.
"Master Wellington, I know you are very dissatisfied with such a funeral, but poor Frank really has no money, so prepare a coffin for you!"
The hunchbacked man has disheveled hair, his beard is covered with dust, and his rough linen shirt is stained and stained. Perhaps it was due to years of hard work and dirt all over his body. The exact age is really hard to judge, but according to preliminary estimates, he should be less than fifty years old.
funeral? ! Qin Lun turned his head to look around, then curled his lips expressionlessly. The place where he was located was a gloomy and dark forest graveyard. Apart from the cold moonlight scattered on the ground through the branches, the dark graveyard full of ghosts and shadows did not even hear the sound of insects and rats biting.
The thin thing that Qin Lun lifted just now was a broken straw mat. Half a meter away from him, there is another rectangular pit with a depth of more than one meter, which is obviously a tomb prepared for him.
After calming down for a while, Qin Lun immediately came up with information about the plot identity of the death list in Qin Lun's consciousness. After leaving Broken Starry Sky, the death list seemed to be less suppressed, and it became easier to summon.
Wellington Stein, human, twenty-four years old, occupation: folk doctor. He has practiced medicine for generations, but has not obtained official medical qualifications.
A folk doctor without an official license! Qin Lun's face twitched slightly. In other words, the original owner of his body was a quack doctor with poor medical skills.
Qin Lun turned his head to look at the hunchbacked man, and his relevant information immediately emerged from Wellington's remaining memory.
Frank? , human, thirty-two years old, unemployed vagrant, personal servant of Wellington Stein.
He is only thirty-two years old? Qin Lun was a little surprised. Judging from Frank's ugly, wrinkled appearance and the skinny back of his hands with tangled veins, he looked at least in his fifties.
Wellington's surviving memory shows that Frank was originally an abandoned baby who was picked up from the wild by Wellington's father and raised. Originally, he wanted to sell it to a workshop in the city as a child laborer, but because Frank was too ugly, not only had a hunchback, but also had some disabilities in his legs and feet, he couldn't sell it at all, so he had to be used as a servant all the time.
However, Frank is extremely grateful to Stan and his son for taking them in, and he is loyal to the Stan family. When I was a child, I also protected Little Wellington from bullying by many friends. When I grew up, I worked hard and made a lot of contributions to Wellington's "medical research".
For example: go to the cemetery to help Wellington steal fresh corpses for his dissection study...
"Master Wellington, are you still dead?"
At this moment, Frank regained his composure a little bit, and boldly asked in a low voice. After all, he is his own master, and he has been dealing with corpses in the cemetery for many years, so he can still distinguish the dead from the living.
What is not completely dead! The habitual smile that Qin Lun just showed disappeared immediately, and red lights flashed in his eyes, and he had the urge to kill him directly. However, realizing that this loyal servant is still of great use to him, the red light in the murderer's eyes slowly faded away.
Qin Lun stood up silently, brushed the dust off his body, and suddenly found that he was wearing a pair of old leather gloves and a knee-length black velvet windbreaker jacket. Inside was a black gentleman's vest and a white shirt with lace trim. , with a pair of black dress trousers on her lower body and a pair of long riding boots.
This outfit is still eye-catching, except that the clothes are relatively old, the white shirt is a little yellowed, the cuffs and lining are obviously damaged, and he can barely be regarded as a decent person.
"Master Wellington, you really are not dead!" Frank was finally overjoyed when he saw Qin Lun stand up. He crawled a few steps on the ground with all fours together, hugged his master's thigh, grinned wide, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth covered with black and yellow tartar, and howled ghostly, his ugly face was immediately covered with snot and tears.
"I..." Seeing Frank's tears and snot smeared on the trouser legs, Qin Lun finally couldn't hold his breath, and kicked the loyal servant to the ground.
"I've been dead for a few days... oh no, I've been in a coma for a few days!" Qin Lun covered his face, took a deep breath, and calmed down the anger stirred up by Frank.
"Master, you're already dead... oh no, you've been in a coma for almost three days!" Frank wiped his face and carefully peeked at Qin Lun, as if he was still confirming his master's life and death.
"Is there any water source nearby, take me there!" Qin Lun ordered with a blank expression.
"Master, are you thirsty? I have water here!" Frank hesitated for a moment, then took out a small flat aluminum kettle from his arms.
"No, I want to wash my body!" Qin Lun frowned and took the flat pot. Although the clothes seemed to have been washed before the burial, they were still full of the rotten smell of the corpse, so they couldn't just wear them out to meet people.
"Cough, cough, cough! What is this?" Qin Lun brought the flat pot to his mouth, and just after taking a sip, he was coughed repeatedly by the pungent and pungent taste, his fair face turned eggplant-colored .
"This... this is the kind of wine...alcohol from the young master's studio, but I didn't take much, I added some water to it!" Frank rubbed his big rough hands, and muttered a little embarrassingly, "It's colder at night, Drink some to drive away the cold!"
Medical alcohol mixed with water! Qin Lun stared, his pupils glowed scarlet, and once again had the urge to strangle Frank to death. The murderer has never been tricked like this until now.
Closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, barely suppressing the urge to kill, Qin Lun growled expressionlessly again, "Lead the way ahead, take me to the nearby water source!"
"Oh!" Frank shrank his head and agreed, but he didn't start immediately. Instead, he squatted on the ground and groped for a while, picked up two things and handed them to Qin Lun.
Qin Lun raised his eyebrows as he took the two items. They were a wide-brimmed top hat and a cane. Through the moonlight, it can be seen that the brass-wrapped handle on the top of the cane has been mostly worn out, and it looks extremely old. It should be the inheritance of Wellington's father's generation.
At the same time when he saw this thing, Qin Lun unconsciously put his hand into the pocket of his coat, and his expression changed immediately. This was not his habit, but that of the dead Master Stan, Wellington.
"Where's my pocket watch?" Qin Lun showed a warm smile on his face, but his eyes flashed red again. From Wellington's remaining memories, he felt that the young man should have a brass pocket watch inherited from his father, which was also the most valuable item on his body.
"Master's pocket watch..." Frank replied with a trace of guilt on his face, his eyes flickering, "I thought the master had passed away, and I pawned the pocket watch!"
Qin Lun remained silent, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense. However, when he noticed the direction where Frank occasionally peeked, he was slightly taken aback. At one end of the tomb, a small square stone tablet lay ensconced in the dirt.
Qin Lun's heart moved, he stepped forward a few steps, lifted the stone tablet, and immediately sighed softly. Wellington Stein's name is engraved on this stone tablet, this is the tombstone of that young man! Instead of filling his own pocket with his pocket watch, Frank chose to erect a tombstone for him.
Thinking about it carefully, although Wellington didn't have a coffin before his death, the clothes on his body were neat and tidy. At least he was much more decent than Frank, who was naked.
If this ugly, disabled servant hadn't been loyal to his master, he would have stripped Wellington of his clothes and put himself in warm clothes. As for the money for the pocket watch, it is estimated that it is only enough to exchange for this tombstone, and it will not be able to build a coffin for the young man.
Thinking of Frank, who is disabled, carrying Wellington's body and tombstone, and groping into this eerie grove in the middle of the night. He used medicinal alcohol mixed with water to resist the cold wind at night, and dug such a grave for the owner with one spade at a time.
The smile on Qin Lun's face did not diminish at all, but the red light in his eyes slowly disappeared.
"Let's go, before dawn, go to the river to clean up!"
Frank's left and right feet are somewhat asymmetrical, and he walks with a limp and a slow speed. At this time, under the light of the moon, Qin Lun found that the servant was as tall as him with his head lowered, with broad shoulders and a thick frame. If it wasn't for the hunchback, it would probably be a burly giant.
Qin Lun didn't urge Frank anymore, and followed behind him with a relaxed expression. From time to time, he looked at the incomplete tombstones and human remains exposed on the ground with great interest, calmly as if walking in his own backyard.
Not far from this forest cemetery, there is a small stream. Qin Lun stripped off his clothes two or three times, and stood naked in the stream to wash his body and clothes. He didn't climb ashore again until the rancid smell on his body was much diluted.
Frank built a bonfire by the side of the creek. When he saw Qin Lun come ashore, he immediately took his clothes and dried them with a branch beside the bonfire.
"Master Wellington, take another sip of wine to warm up your body?" Frank handed the flat flagon filled with watered alcohol to Qin Lun very blindly.
"You! Go down and wash for me too!" Qin Lun put away his smile, took the wine pot expressionlessly, and kicked the hunchbacked servant into the creek.