In the white space, only the ventilation window close to the ceiling made a faint sound, as if something was moving along the airflow.
This is still in Quinn Manor, but this is a specific room, a room that all the servants, including Mrs. Quinn's nurse Amanda, don't want to go near. It's Pochi's room.
But that's all they can do is not get close. The owner of the room still has the last name of 'Quinn', and no one dares to really say what they are thinking, 'That madman is inside'.
Come back to this white room. Don’t get me wrong, in the deviant Indian culture that Mrs. Quinn is passionate about, white has no special meaning, so the white color of this room does not represent the aesthetics of the owner of Quinn Manor, but for Poch Quinn, Personal customization only.
Yes, Mrs. Quinn copied the closed ward, prison, solitary room of the sanatorium... whatever you want to call it, in Quinn Manor, and copied it specifically for Porky. The only difference may be that it is bigger. Really thoughtful.
Pochi, who only had a white shirt on his body, opened his eyes on the spacious bed and frowned at first. He is hungry.
Without getting up, he stepped directly onto the thick wall beside the bed with his bare feet. He felt something was touched, and low radio noise came from the wall.
"I'm hungry." After saying this, Pochi let go of his feet and turned over on the bed.
"Master, it's past lunch time..."
Turning back again, he kicked the wall with his bare feet, "I'm hungry!" Pochi shouted impatiently.
"Okay, okay..."
When Pochi moved his feet again, preparing to turn over and continue lying down, in the white space, a dark red mass that was incompatible with the surroundings flashed across the air. It is still unknown what this thing is. It was sprayed out of the ventilation window.
Pochi, the only living thing in the white space, couldn't help but be attracted by this conspicuous thing. He twitched the corner of his mouth, sat up on the bed, and watched helplessly as the dark red spherical thing hit the soft and thick wall. Pads, spread out and adhered. Squirming slightly.
Pochi looked at it for a while and clicked his tongue, God knows what this is. He impatiently moved his body on the bed. Without using his feet, he slapped the place where he had just stepped. After hearing the low radio noise, he said, "There is something disgusting..."
Pochi's body suddenly stiffened. In the peripheral vision, the dark red thing clinging to the wall twitched, and then seemed to drip into a lake of water. Ripple against the wall!
Pochi didn't have time to think about anything. The white wall was divided by dark red, like blood-colored satin. The dark red things adhering to the wall were swimming on the wall as if they were alive! Stopped in front of Pochi!
"Master? Do you have any other orders?" The voice behind the wall seemed to be confused about half of what he said and began to ask.
But Porky couldn't answer, not even if he wanted to. Pochi pressed his hand on the wall cushion, which was full of squirming, wet, warm and sticky sensations! Yes, the dark red thing rippling in front of him soaked his palms. Isolated from his pressure.
"Shhh"
It seemed like the sound was coming from this dark red thing. Pochi's eyes gradually widened.
His eyes were the only thing that Pochi could move at this time. Because the dark red thing spread out on the wall is shrinking, no, it is not shrinking, it is just shifting!
The dark red silk thread crossed Pochi's soaked palm, and the tree-shaped branch extended up the back of the hand and pierced the wrist. Climbing up the arm... The skin under Boqi's white shirt was covered with dark red lines!
When there was no longer anything dark red on the wall, Pochi's pupils shrank, and the lines on his skin instantly disappeared under his skin! His whole body twitched and he fell to the side.
"Master? Master? Master? Uh." Please give this servant who is probably not going to appear a white eye.
There is no sound.
Taking advantage of the time when Pochi was lying on the ground. Ignore him for now, it is necessary to explain the current situation.
In Quinn Manor, Quinn and Mrs. Barton were sitting in the reception room with indifferent expressions, listening to Amelia talk about her plan for the asylum. On the small balcony in front of the atrium, Zach was using the need for some space as an excuse to temporarily let Smith retreat, telling Nuo what really happened and Boyson's true identity as an Indian wizard.
This may be something that everyone cares about. Let’s look at the things that everyone doesn’t care about much. Don’t forget that Master Pochi said he was hungry.
On the first floor of Quinn Manor, on the side of the main hall, in the kitchen of the side hall, a man who looked like a butler was holding a thick record book. The top entry at the bottom read, "4:43, Food ." Corresponds to the description at the top of the record, which means time and requirements.
This record is not over yet.
The housekeeper, holding the record book, shuttled back and forth in the busy kitchen, and continued to record, "Steak, Pist Meats. Cabbage leaves, Wayne Farmers..." As long as everyone understands the meaning, I won't say more.
Do you think this is the end? not yet.
The butler glanced at the chefs who were handling the ingredients, and calmly recorded everyone's name and the part they were working on. Then he sat down at the table on the side of the kitchen. He still had to wait. Just as everyone guessed, he still had to wait. Record the details of setting the plate, delivering the food, collecting the cutlery, and the entire process.
Fortunately, the butler was not alone. There was a serious-looking man in formal attire accompanying him during the whole process.
Well, this is just to illustrate one thing, and prove that there is a reason why Mrs. Barton is angry at Zach for questioning the security of Quinn Manor. Pochi really doesn’t have much chance to have contact with the outside world, right! It is even more impossible to contact gray professionals!
Go back to that white room.
Pochi twitched on the soft and thickly-matted floor. He slowly got up and blinked, "Bo, Boyson..." He opened his mouth and said this to the white empty space.
Someone responded, “Ah!”
This voice did not actually appear in the room, but in Pochi's mind, "I'm so touched, Master Quinn still remembers me!"
Pochi looked left and right at the white space, taking a few steps back and forth, as if looking for the source of the sound. But soon, he gave up.
"Huh?" The voice in my head sounded again, "As an ordinary person, you seem to be very calm."
After a short silence, Pochi sat back on the bed silently, "Didn't you hear that I am not an ordinary person, I am a madman."
Pochi lay down, turned over and got into a comfortable position, and murmured in a low voice, "Huh, I probably just had some hallucination and was talking to myself." It seemed that when the food he requested arrived, he It won't move anymore.
"Hahaha!" The voice in my head laughed, "Believe me, you are not crazy. But I have a lot of crazy things I want to share with you. Do you want to hear it?"
Pochi tugged at the corner of his mouth, sat up, and pressed a certain contact point on the wall again. When the radio noise appeared, Master Quinn ordered coldly, "Give me the medicine." (...)