After a nasty pause, Jenkins chuckled.
"But fortunately, the stalker by the bed didn't touch Mr. Hardy, and as the sound of bang bang changed from loud to soft, Hardy, who was scared out of his wits, confirmed that she had left.
He bravely twisted his body, closed his eyes and turned his face away from the bottom of the bed. The moment he opened his eyes again, he suddenly thought of something, he made a huge mistake. "
There was a brief silence.
"The eyes of fiasco were fixed on him, the woman died upside down."
There was a terrible silence in the living room. Even though Miss Hesha's ability had been withdrawn, fear still shrouded everyone.
"But there's one more problem."
Jenkins spoke again unexpectedly:
"Who brought me the end of this story now that poor Mr. Hardy is dead?"
He clapped his hands and stood up, and sat back to his original position.
The orange earring belonged to Jenkins, of course, and no one could argue that his story was the most "exciting" horror story. The party ended quickly after the story, and Jenkins wondered if the teenage girls were too timid
Some girls did not escape from the weird horror until they left. Many people invited Jenkins to accompany them home to appease their fear, but Jenkins refused.
"They have their own guards and servants."
Jenkins thought so.
"The night in Nolan City in August is already a little chilly."
When everyone walked out of the apartment and said goodbye one by one, Jenkins suddenly felt emotional, and then everyone's smiles froze.
The owner of the apartment is that Little Wellington. As the owner, he will naturally send everyone away outside the door.
And just after everyone's carriages drove away, an elegant black and white kitten walked out from the shadows on the side of the street. It first meowed towards the owner of the apartment, Little Wellington, and then chased after Jenkins' carriage that disappeared into the darkness.
Let the servants go to clean up the house first, the young Wellington stood alone on the empty street, bent down, and bowed respectfully to the leaving kitten. Raising his head, he didn't know what was going on in his eyes that were flickering with black flames.
"It's interesting."
This sentence is not the common language of the kingdom.
(Dividing line)
"You are really mean."
Sitting in the carriage, Miss Michael laughed and teased Jenkins.
Because it was not daytime, a man and two women would always gossip while sitting in the carriage, so there was a maid in costume sitting next to Jenkins.
The carriage headed towards Privet Drive along the somewhat dark avenue, and they wanted to take Jenkins home first.
"Some people are really annoying, it's right to teach them a little lesson."
"But my friends were terrified."
"That's really sorry, do you need me to write a letter to apologize to those ladies?"
Mademoiselle Michael raised her eyebrows.
"There's no need to apologize. But, they invited you to escort them home just now, why didn't you agree? This is not a gentleman's behavior."
"Don't they have their own guards? And it's so late, others will gossip."
Jenkins said that was his real thought.
"You really think so?"
Miss Michael asked with a smile, but Jenkins thought she might mean something else.
"yes."
An expression of pity came over Mademoiselle Michael's face at once.
"That Mr. Wellington, is there any conflict with me?"
He asked the question unexpectedly bluntly.
"It is not my fault."
Mademoiselle Michael shook her head with an apologetic expression.
"Everyone has some friends and some enemies. Daniel Wellington is handsome and has a great family, but there are always people who hate him."
"Then I understand."
Jenkins nodded knowingly, this is a very old story.
"I didn't expect him to engage in such small tricks in front of such a friend. I'm really sorry."
While the two were talking, a trembling female voice suddenly sounded.
"Mr. Williams, may I ask, is the story you just told true?"
Miss Hesha, who had been silent since getting into the carriage, asked softly. At this time, Jenkins couldn't tell if it was acting or he was really scared.
"Fake, swear to the goddess it's fake!"
He is not so obscene as to casually frighten familiar grown girls.
"Hathaway is very timid."
Miss Michel lovingly combed her companion's long red hair with her hands, and the maid beside Jenkins immediately coughed heavily.
"It's okay, I don't think Mr. Williams should be a very old-fashioned person."
She chuckled, and Jenkins turned his head to look out at the dark street outside the car, making no comment.
"Hehe~"
Covering her mouth and chuckling again, she continued on her own: "Hathaway is afraid of old stories like demons, that's what she is."
"A demon?"
Jenkins heard this familiar word again. From the memory of the original owner, he could search for the strange stories circulating in this world, among which there are many about demons. Like the world before time travel, this world also has the common sense of "do not sign any contracts with demons or devils". There are many such warnings in bedtime stories.
For example, during the famine years, in order to save his younger siblings, the brave young man took the initiative to find the devil and sold his soul in exchange for the happiness of his younger siblings. The result was naturally...
He froze for a moment, his thoughts were completely disrupted. Looking at the street scene outside the window, the city was completely silent, and Jenkins suddenly said:
"Please put me down here, I want to walk around by myself, I haven't seen the night view of Nolan City for a long time."
"But it's still far from Privet Drive..."
"It doesn't matter."
Jenkins shook his head, squinted his eyes, and tightly held the [Spiritual Body Strike Cane] in his right hand.
Since Jenkins insisted, Miss Michel could only agree to this request. The maid told the coachman to stop immediately, Jenkins nodded to the two noble girls, and was about to get off the carriage.
"Mr. Williams, thank you very much for being able to join our party."
Mademoiselle Michael said to him.
"You are too kind."
"Then next time, if there is a chance, I hope to discuss literature topics with you. Your understanding of tragedy and comedy really has a different style."
"That would be an honor. Miss Michel, Miss Hesha, the party tonight is very interesting, thank you for your invitation. Goodbye."
Jenkins took off his hat, bowed to the two girls, and then watched the carriage set off, and disappeared into the distant night amidst the creaking sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground.
The night in Nolan City in August is indeed a bit chilly.
PS:
@{"reader_id": "1540020", "reader_name": "Head of the Royal Mages"}, this is the first time I met a local tyrant who gave a reward of 5000, thank you very much.
Another: push the book "Odin", the author Priest. This is the author of "The Hunter Under the Tree of Origin", the real boss:
In the first year of the opening, the power of chaos disrupted the order of the universe, and an invisible tide of aging surged from the depths of the stars, weakening the "walls" between different worlds. The power of order was infinitely weakened, and the will of chaos was infinitely strong.
The barrier between the living and the undead collapsed, technology and magic collided fiercely, living corpses, plagues and terrible curses in different worlds rampant, and great disasters formed a terrifying world, bloodthirsty and violent monsters from other worlds, evil and chaotic purgatory demons, The cruel and treacherous wraiths, all transformed from nightmares into reality, have invaded the homeland of civilization.
Under the starry sky, there was thunderous thunder.
A thunder and lightning carrying the power of the dark travels through the chaotic universe, and when it finally reaches the target's dark sea, it is pulled by an inexplicable mysterious force and deviates from the original track.
…
"How many times can a person be struck by lightning in a lifetime?"
"To tell you the truth, I think I have a thunder-absorbing physique. Every time there is a thunderstorm, I have to be struck. My brain was hacked stupid when I was very young. I have been mentally retarded in an asylum for 16 years of my life. But the last time I was When the bolt from the blue hit, I thought I was smarter than I was."
Xia Tian answers seriously.