"I hate hypocrites, they always keep me busy. ”

After all the hard work to get rid of a certain bishop, I found that the well-dressed bishop was also a maggot with a fat brain, and the most hateful thing is that he has become a bishop, but he is not a believer, not a god-level camp, this is really a big groove.

One like that, two like that, a lot of them like that, that's a nuisance.

"yes, that's annoying. ”

There are no superfluous patterns on the smooth coffin, the color of the deep red is close to black, and when the snow-white fingers brush over it, the edge of the coffin and the fingers touch seems to be a flowing bright red color.

"I like you very much, I like you very much, it's so special, what about you, do you feel the same way about me?"

The caressed hand obviously has no temperature, but it seems to be melting, so gentle, as if a feather gently brushes the snowflakes, not contaminated with the slightest coolness, as if there is nothing, with a distant smart beauty from the sky.

"I think I like you too, more than I thought, that's why I still miss you now, thousands of years later. ”

As if brushing the dust off the coffin, the movement of his fingers was very light, avoiding the lid of the coffin, he did not dare to touch, he did not dare to open, he did not dare to see the slightest existence related to resentment.

I miss it, but I'm afraid to see it.

There were enough candles in the dark room, bright enough, that the small space seemed to be dyed orange-red, and a little more vivid was her favorite color.

With a sigh, as the silk nightgown that almost mopped the floor moved away, the silk reflected, and the maroon nightgown was a little less deep, and a faint layer of bright red light flowed.

"Your Excellency, the Bishop has come to visit. ”

Outside the dark room, the butler who had been waiting for a long time announced it one by one, and his voice did not fluctuate or carry any emotion.

"Bishop, ah, Bishop, Bishop of the Holy Courtyard, I know. ”

He responded, walking out slowly, like a real old man, afraid of wind, rain and falling leaves, refusing to let the air flow around him, afraid that every flow would take away his vitality and make his body more decaying.

That rotten smell, very smelly, emanated from the inside of the body, even if it was still a calm old man on the outside, it was already a monster on the inside.

"Count Oster, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

The Bishop was young, he had only recently been assigned to the nearby Holy Courtyard, and in such a near-deserted place, it could almost be said that he was in exile, and the young man, there was hope, and the fire in his eyes could illuminate the hall.

And his lively voice is also nostalgic, as if many years ago, it seems that he was like this.

"I'm glad to meet you too. The Count's reply was not enthusiastic, but he spoke mildly, motioning to the young bishop, who had already stood up, to sit down, and to give a good account of the purpose of his visit.

"Actually, this thing, it may be somewhat offensive. ”

The young bishop has a round face, loves to laugh, the smile is always on his face, amiable, take off the white robe of the bishop, he may be the sunny and cheerful guy of the neighbor's house, and he has a childish place in the world.

Count Oster lifted his chin slightly, motioning for him to continue.

The young bishop was quick to tell the exact meaning of the matter, quite simply, the disappearance of the maid.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew that there was always a shortage of maids in the castle of Count Oster, and the young maids who were recruited would soon be nowhere to be found.

No, not all of them, but most do.

The reasons are also varied, some have fallen off a cliff, some have eloped with young guests, and some have simply disappeared inexplicably.

Most of the maids came to the castle without relatives, and the work of the maids could help these orphan girls with no professional skills to get a better life and some ladder up.

Some of the maid's families are still there, and after they disappear, they will come to find their whereabouts, inquire about some things, and those who don't believe the housekeeper's explanation will report the matter to the police and let them deal with it, and the result is always nothing.

The castle in the deserted environment, the appearance may be majestic, but the inside, just like the owner of the castle, the Count of Oster who doesn't know how old he is, is dilapidated and **, such an environment may indeed be unsatisfactory for young girls.

"There was a maiden who came to ask for help from the Sanctuary, and she insisted that she had received a letter from her sister, who had been a maid in your castle, and that she had disappeared, and that her sister, the maiden who had come to ask for help, said that it must not have been an accident, but a murder, and that she had asked me to help her find some clues, which may be a bit offensive, but I hope you would let me look in your castle, and maybe I could really find any clues..."

The young bishop was enthusiastic and straightforward about his intentions, and after quickly finishing the above series of words, he quickly added, "I have heard that this is not the first case of disappearance, and it would be good for you to find clues and solve the problem. ”

Advantage?

"I've seen it through, this damn faction war, it's just trying to make us consume each other, and I can't see any good at all, these damn, damn, damn ... I hate them so much!"

"I've tried so hard, but I've never been rewarded like that again, I'm sorry, Oster, I can't promise to let you walk in the sun, I..."

“... ... So, you love me?"

The snow-white fangs were so sharp at that moment, he didn't dare to look directly into her eyes, and in a trance he could see the hatred in those eyes, of course she wanted to hate, after all...

"Earl Oster, Earl, Lord Earl?"

The young bishop soon noticed that the Earl was wandering, and called softly twice, and when he saw that the old man's eyes were clear again, he exhaled lightly, and the old man, like a fragile porcelain, always had to worry about whether the damage caused by the accident would ruin it.

"What are you suspicious of, ghosts, dark creatures?" the words seemed sharp, but they came out in such a slow tone that they seemed to be self-deprecating.

Without waiting for the young bishop to reply, the Count of Auster quickly waved his hand and said, "If you want to look for it, go and look around, and see how rotten it is, this is the place of retirement, and the place where the bones are buried, and a young man like you, like the blinding sun, will not like this place." ”

The certainty in the words seemed to have seen too many such things, and it seemed to be talking about those young maids, whose unwilling hearts could not last long in such a place.

Seeing the old count's somewhat desolate appearance, the young bishop felt a little guilty in his heart, for he had no evidence of what the wicked count, and who could only bear the condemnation of his conscience, how could he suspect such a poor old count on the basis of his own words?

Guarding the reputation of the nobility, but not enjoying much, this seemingly luxurious castle is also stale in many places, and it really looks like a tomb.

He probably just wanted to spend the last days of his life quietly.

The young bishop was easily moved by himself, and his eyes were a little red, and he got up and watched the Earl being carried away by the butler, leaving only a manservant, waiting at his side, ready to lead him around the castle at the bishop's beckon.

The history of the castle is long, and it was not what it is now, but over the years, there have always been some things that have increased or decreased, and the manservant came later, and the things about history are not clear, and they all heard from the butler, and they all forgot a word.

He couldn't say anything about the missing maids, but when he woke up one day, he found that the maids were gone, and then they were not found, and that's it.

The police have come to learn about these situations, and there is nothing suspicious.

The young bishop was full of doubts before he came, and then, after discovering nothing, these doubts became guilty.

He quickly left the castle, and a new maid arrived in the castle.

This new young maid has a ghostly silence, she always does things silently without squeaking, many times she is the one who is ignored, but that youthful breath still can't be hidden, like a bright red rose, touching.

One day, she went to the dark room and saw the coffin, and saw the beautiful female corpse in the coffin, her snow-white skin soaked in a dark red liquid, and a rose fragrance came to her face, which made people think of the charm of her opening eyes.

"You shouldn't be here, I don't like people coming to hear my secrets. ”

The figure of the Count of Auster appeared behind her, his movements were silent, and he had quietly blocked the door of the dark room, and the next moment, he reached out and choked the neck of the young maid, so that all her blood flowed into the coffin, and in an instant it disappeared over the face of the female corpse.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, without a trace of hesitation, before he finished his own words, he had already completed this action, casually discarded the maid's body, ignoring the tumbling head, the upward face, there was still surprise and fear, and it was over.

The coffin was covered with a lid, and the Count of Oster looked directly at the maroon coffin, gently caressing the smooth lines, as if whispering with infinite pity: "Anne—"

In this life, he has never been loyal to her, she has never been committed to him, he finally killed her, and she finally took revenge on him, the relationship between the two is love?

Anne, who could no longer open her eyes, would not know, and Auster, who had already aged, he did not understand, he only knew that he would always think of her, of those absurd and young years, of those years when she was accompanied and loved by her.

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