It was pouring rain outside the window. There was not a single sound in the dark room, and there was an indescribable oppressive coldness in the room. "Squeak. "The door opened a crack. A slender figure flashed into the room, groping its way through the darkness as it walked inside. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning lit up the room, and a white, lifeless face was in front of her, staring straight at her with hollow, cloudy eyes.

"Ahh Emma screamed and woke up, gasping for breath and jumping barefoot out of bed to light the candle. It wasn't until the warm candlelight dispelled the darkness that her pounding heart calmed down a little. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, isn't it just a corpse? Didn't you touch it that night? Mr. Kentler wasn't killed by you, what are you afraid of? Probably because this room was a bit similar to the room where Mr. Kenter's body was kept, Emma comforted herself for a long time to no avail, and when she closed her eyes, Mr. Kenter's empty eyes were gone. She couldn't sleep at all and decided to go out for a walk.

Tiptoeing downstairs, the living room was quiet. There were portraits hanging side by side on the walls, all dressed differently, with a proud and stern look, just like Mr. Darcy.

This is Bloomberg. Emma was aware of this, and her heart was much calmer. Turning around and about to go back, Emma caught a glimpse of a cup on the table, and Emma thought that the servant she had used for the night had forgotten to take it, and just felt a little thirsty, and planned to take a sip of water before going to sleep. She had just reached out to take the cup when a hand reached out to stop her.

"Ahh After two hits, he was clamped by a powerful hand. "Miss Kentera. The right hand holding the candlestick was caught, and Emma switched to her left hand and slapped indiscriminately: "Let go of me!"

"Miss Kentera!"

What a familiar low, magnetic voice. Emma came back to her senses, and when she looked at it, the candlestick in her hand snapped and fell to the ground. "Mr. Darcy, why are you here?"

To say that Mr. Darcy is also unlucky. He went out at night and just came back. It was too late, so I didn't alarm anyone, went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, and just took a sip when I saw Miss Kentra, who was not so neatly dressed, walking downstairs. Of course, Emma certainly wouldn't wander around other people's houses in her pajamas, but she couldn't wear a corset and didn't have a bun on her hair alone. By Mr. Darcy's standards, such an image is quite unsuitable for appearing in front of people. The couch was obscuring him, and Emma didn't notice him. Seeing Emma pause and turn to go back, Mr. Darcy did not say anything, so as not to embarrass the two of them. Unexpectedly, Emma suddenly came to bring him water, he had already drunk a sip, of course, he couldn't let Emma touch his lips, so he stretched out his hand to stop it, but he didn't expect the frightened Miss Kentra to scream and attack him.

"Sir?" there was a lot of movement on their side, and Mr. Butler, who heard the voice, hurried over.

Emma is very responsive and burrows under the sofa as soon as she is short. I didn't expect the bottom of the damn sofa to be too narrow, and the lower body got into it, and the already well-developed boobs couldn't squeeze in anyway. As the footsteps drew nearer, Emma looked at the long hem of her clothes in front of her, and in a hurry, she grabbed Mr. Darcy's coat and threw it at her.

Mr. Darcy was just stunned for a moment, and before he could stop it, it turned out like this. Mr. Butler had already appeared at the door, and he couldn't let Emma out now.

"Sir?" the butler who had arrived saw Mr. Darcy standing alone in front of the sofa, his glass of water and the candlestick falling to the floor. The butler felt that something was wrong, although Mr. Darcy had always been stern and reserved, but he didn't know if it was the candlelight, and he felt that his master's face was a little green at this time.

"Nothing. Mr. Darcy leaned slightly to the side, trying to shield the butler's view with his body. Mr. Darcy, who has always been proud and feels that his character is worthy of this pride, feels for the first time the confusion of being caught and raped. "I went back to the kitchen and got a glass of water and accidentally spilled it. ”

And what about the candlesticks? Emma was really anxious about Mr. Darcy's lying intelligence. But soon she didn't have time to worry about Mr. Darcy, she didn't want to touch Mr. Darcy's body, but after all, she was not a gymnast, and she was bored for a while. Now falling out is a typical rape on the couch, and Emma, who is difficult to ride a tiger, has to hug Mr. Darcy's calf.

Huh, his face turned purple again. What the hell is going on? Mr. Butler looked left and right, and suddenly his gaze froze, and he said, "That, sir." ”

"Huh?" "I'm sorry for the loyal Mr. Butler who worries about him, but Mr. Darcy just wants to send him away now! The warm, soft touch on his legs made him uncomfortable, and he could clearly feel the girl's undulating curves through his pants

"Your Neck"

Mr. Darcy reached out and touched it, and his face went completely black. Emma scratched a few bloody streaks on the side of his neck, all swollen by this time.

"I'm sorry!" As soon as Mr. Butler left, Emma gave Mr. Darcy a big gift and apologized before he could get out from under the sofa.

Mr. Darcy didn't want to say anything at this point, just to quietly mourn the loss of innocence (not really). He glanced down at Emma and immediately looked away as if his eyes were burned. "Then I'll go back first. ”

When Emma saw that Mr. Darcy was leaving, she got out of the way. "I dreamed of my father at night, I couldn't get up and walk around, I didn't expect you to be in the living room. I'm sorry for attacking you! Are you hurt?"

As soon as Emma spoke of Mr. Kentra, Mr. Darcy relented. Speaking of this matter, both of them have done something bad, and the current embarrassing situation has been caused by mistakes. Mr. Darcy took a deep breath and leaned over as calmly as he could, "I'm fine, I'm also at fault in this matter, you should go back and change your clothes." ”

Emma knew she was wrong, and though she felt that it was only expedient to hug her, perhaps Mr. Darcy felt that he had taken away the virginity of his leg?" ”

When Emma's figure disappeared down the stairs, Mr. Darcy moved his legs unnaturally. The warm, soft, rhythmic touch that rises and falls with your breath seems to stick to your legs. It's terrible.

Running back to the bedroom like a wild horse, Emma felt a chill on one shoulder, only to find that the loose U-neck had slipped down after a fight. No wonder Mr. Darcy had just leaned sideways to speak, and didn't even look at her. Oh my God, what the hell did she do

Rare sunny day. The soft sunlight casts a thin golden veil over the white swan statue. The yellow and white of the honeysuckle spread out in large areas, and the delicate pansies bloomed. The iris stands gracefully, and the hanging petal flutters slightly in the breeze, like a tail wing. Emma silently took Georgiana's hand and walked slowly through the garden.

"Emma?" George Ann felt that her new friend was in a bad mood. Although she looks more ladylike on the outside, Emma has always been very talkative in front of her friends. "Aren't you used to living in Bloomberg?"

Emma shook her head. "No, it's just that I dreamed of my father last night. ”

"Oh, Emma. Georgiana's watery eyes gazed tenderly at Emma. "I understand that feeling. When my father died, I was a child, and my brother thought I didn't understand anything, but I did. My father has gone to heaven and can no longer come back to hold my hand and teach me to play the piano. I couldn't sleep all night, and I dreamed that my father had returned. ”

Boo Boo Georgiana is really a little angel, soft and gentle. Emma wiped a handful of saliva in her heart. Although Georgiana said that dreaming of the father and she is not a concept. Georgiana was talking about pathos, she was talking about horror.

"Later, I thought that I always dreamed of my father, and that my father should not be able to worry about me, and I could not let my brother and father worry, so I cheered up. ”

Although there is a lot of chicken soup for the soul in modern times, Georgiana did not hesitate to unravel her scars to comfort her, she was still very moved, turned around and hugged Georgiana, and smiled brightly. "Well, thank you, I feel better. Although I miss my father a little, I will be strong. ”

Georgiana blushed slightly and laughed as well. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. "Brother. ”

"Yes. Mr. Darcy bowed his head majestically and walked from a distance.

Gew, what's not quite right with my brother today?Georgiana was keenly aware that Mr. Darcy seemed to walk a little stiffly, and he had always disliked wearing clothes with too high collars, but today he chose a shirt with a high collar and buttoned it all the way up.

"Good day, Mr. Darcy. Emma stole a glance at Mr. Darcy. In addition to the affairs of the county, he had to investigate it himself, and the busyness of the past few days made his angular jaw appear more rigid, but his eyes were still bright. It looks even sexier. Emma commented on it in her heart, and then immediately rebuked herself for going off-topic, and peeked at Mr. Darcy again. This time she saw Mr. Darcy's expression clearly, and although she still looked a little embarrassed, she didn't seem to care too much.

"Good day, Miss Kentra. Noticing Emma's pee, Mr. Darcy slid his Adam's apple. He didn't want to see Emma at all right now. However, according to what he knew about this Miss Kentera, if he didn't tell her about her progress in the past few days, she might take the initiative to find him. But he didn't want to be alone with Emma these days, so he had to choose Emma and Georgiana to talk to her about the situation when they were together. If only Fitzwilliam hadn't gone out to find Charlie Jr. Mr. Darcy clenched his fist secretly.

"I looked for several doctors, but they didn't know what medicine could slow down blood clotting. Yesterday I sent a letter to my teacher in Cambridge asking him to ask him about the professor who specialises in medicine. If there really wasn't such a drug, Clark wouldn't have had time to get his hands dirty. Fitzwilliam went after little Richard, and maybe he was the murderer. In fact, Mr. Darcy could not understand why Emma insisted that Clark was suspicious, and that little Richard was more suspicious.

Georgiana was dumbfounded, she couldn't understand why her brother had told Emma about this. "Brother!"

Emma patted Georgiana on the shoulder comfortingly. "It was I who asked Mr. Darcy to sue me, and now I can't see my brother, and I really can't feel at ease if I don't know how things are going. It was inconvenient for her to speak directly to Mr. Darcy about this, and that she had secretly gone to see Mr. Kenter's body that night. It's like in a dream. The difference was that she was afraid that she would scream and put a handkerchief in her mouth. At that time, she looked at Mr. Kentera's corpse with the idea of a criminal investigation film, the wound was penetrating from the bottom up, the blood vessels and flesh were exposed, the cut surface was unusually neat, and she was killed with a sword. Mr. Kentra was tall and majestic, and looked like a standard aristocrat, could a rogue gambler who had been bought off murder so calmly when he murdered him?

Talking about business, Mr. Darcy gradually felt less embarrassed. "Yesterday your valet confessed to Clarke," Mr. Darcy of Georgiana Darcy did not tell the truth, "the authenticity of the letter, and that she had told Mr. Sù Clark Jr. of Kentera and Judge Wilson that day that she had been at the manor, and that Clark had instructed her to poison her. Rest assured, that incident will not be recorded in the case. Clark said that he had indeed not received an invitation, but that he had been collected for a debt some time ago, and had no way out and wanted to come to Sworth Manor to ask Mr. Kentera to lend him some money, because he was afraid that Mr. Kentra would refuse to see him, so he waited for Judge Wilson to come with him. As for instigating poisoning, it is completely slanderous. ”

Emma nodded. This reason is also said in the past. "Lena really didn't know what was going on.

Mr. Darcy looked at Emma's natural expression, and did not seem to take last night's events to heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, but he was inexplicably a little displeased, and his voice was a little lower. "Moreover, the servant said that he had not seen anyone in or out of the study in the afternoon, except for Mr. Kentera Jr., nor had he heard any sound. The police officer is searching the manor for secret passages, do you know anything about it?"

"It's a pity. Emma thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of sly smiles. "Although I am not an expert in pharmacy or architecture, it doesn't matter if I don't know, it's okay if the person knows. ”