The decoration in the villa is expected to be atmospheric and luxurious, if the villa where the twins Cumberland and Daisy live is retro and elegant, then the Brontë family is full of modern facilities, and it is very enjoyable to see the mansion of the rich family. There were several maids in uniform in the house who were quietly cleaning beside them, and when they saw people outside the door, they bent down together and beckoned, "Madame, you are back." ”

Madame Brontë swept around, and said to an old butler by the door, "Gather all the people of the house, I have something to announce." ”

"Yes, ma'am." The old housekeeper glanced at Mu Zili, and his eyes were full of understanding.

Mu Zili felt that this battle was ...... It's a bit big. If you look at the servants in this room, you can see that they are very orderly, they do not listen to much and do not look too much, and they are very well-behaved. Although there are many people in the house, they have lost the most basic "popularity", which makes this empty home even more deserted.

"Sit, Mr. Moore." Mrs. Brontë was very soft towards Mu Zili, probably confirming that Mu Zili would stay, her face was a little less sad, and when she saw her son coming down from the upper floor, a shallow smile finally appeared on her face.

"Mom!" Agnes trotted over and threw himself into Madame Brontë's arms, and with a joyful smile on his face, he thanked Madame Brontë: "You really brought Brother Mor back, thank you!" ”

Agnes rubbed in Madame Brontë's arms, like a pleasing kitten, and it softened Madame Brontë's heart.

"Alright, Agnes." Mrs. Brontë rubbed her son's little head lovingly, and sighed softly: "You have to get along well with Mohr, and you must control yourself, okay?" ”

Agnis nodded again and again, turned around and ran to Mu Zili's side, grabbed Mu Zili's wrist, raised his head and said, "Brother Moer will be able to stay with me in the future?" ”

Mu Zili still held the contract in his other hand, he put down the contract, sat on the sofa at the signal of Mrs. Brontë, and by the way, placed the "lively" Agnes next to him on the sofa, "I have to go back to class in a few days, and I don't have much time to accompany you." ”

"Ah......h ”

Agnes is saying that Ning Zhe is bad? Mu Zili remembered Ning Zhe's cold face in front of outsiders, and sneered, most of the tension caused by stepping into this villa disappeared instantly, and by the way, he comforted the child appropriately, "You can meet when you have time, Agnes, don't you also want to go to school?" ”

"Hmm." Agnis replied, "But school gives me a break these days so I can play with Brother More." ”

At this time, the old butler happened to come over with a staff member such as a servant, a gardener, and a driver who worked here, and Mrs. Brontë introduced Mu Zili to everyone, and Mu Zili officially became a playmate who only needed to accompany Agnes.

The work of accompanying Agnes was quite easy, and the ease felt more and more strange in Mu Zili. The room that the butler had arranged for him was next door to Agnes, and he inquired a little about the old butler, but the old butler's reply only made him more suspicious.

"Little master? Mr. More, you need not worry. The old butler said respectfully, without revealing any useful information in his words, "Little young master, his food and clothing are prepared, you can stay with peace of mind, please tell me if you need anything." ”

"......" After the housekeeper stepped back, Mu Zili took out his mobile phone and was about to talk to Ning Zhe about this strange thing, when he suddenly found that his mobile phone didn't even have a single signal.

"Wait!" Mu Zili hurriedly called the old housekeeper, raised his mobile phone and asked, "Why is there no signal here?" "This is not a deep mountain and old forest, the house is fully equipped, is it too strange that there is no signal?

The old butler lifted his eyelids, and replied unhurriedly: "I can't contact the outside world during the period when I work in the Brontë family, this is to ensure everyone's work efficiency, Mr. Moore, you can bear with it for the time being, if you want to relax, you can read the books in the study at will." ”

It seems that a signal jammer should be installed in this room, Mu Zili doesn't ask too much, all kinds of signs indicate that this Brontë family is hiding secrets, he hides the look in his eyes, and cautiously wanders around this room.

"Brother Moore." A small head poked out of the door, Agnes' curled brown hair was soft on his forehead, his blue eyes blinked and blinked, very playful, he held a piece of drawing paper in his hand, and waved at Mu Zili, "How about we paint?" ”

"Okay." Mu Zili's job is to accompany Agnes, and Agnes's requirements are naturally to cooperate as much as possible.

Agnes has an independent studio, Mu Zili originally thought that children of Agnes' age generally draw crayons and pencils, but he thought that after hearing Agnes's request to paint, the maid quickly set up a drawing board, prepared watercolors, and set up a chair in the studio, which made Mu Zili once again sigh in his heart that the children of rich families are different.

Just as the maid was about to carry Agnes to the chair as usual, Agnes opened the maid's hand with a "snap", and the maid instantly raised her head in horror and looked at Agnes, and asked softly, "Little master?" ”

"I don't want you to hug me." Agnes pursed his lips, he turned his head to Mu Zili and opened his arms, and shouted expectantly, "Brother Moore, you come and carry me and sit on it." ”

Mu Zili glanced at the maid, and the maid immediately lowered her head, and the frightened expression just now seemed to have never appeared on her face. Mu Zili stepped forward and hugged Agnes, who then obediently wrapped his two arms around Mu Zili's neck, leaned his head on Mu Zili's shoulder, and muttered: "It's strange......"

"What's wrong?" When Muzili put Agnes down, Agnes's arms still didn't leave his neck, which forced Muzili to pull away from Agnes's two small arms, and he was surprised by the maid's surprise.

Agnes shook his legs and rolled his eyes, "I can't tell, I feel like I can feel your ......, Brother Moore."

"Feelings?" Muziri could not understand Agnes's remarks.

Agnes nodded, "It's a wonderful feeling, Brother Mor, you're different from others. ”

As soon as Agnes's words came out, Mu Zili's heart suddenly chuckled, he had met many criminals, and the most prominent characteristic of those criminals was not how high their abilities were, but that they all showed unusual interest in him.

"Special" "Different" ...... The force of the golden finger always allows him to attract criminals, and in the last case, Mu Zili completely verified this. Even if he doesn't have anything in common with the person the criminal wants to capture, he can still get the criminal's attention. Agnes thinks he is different, is this an indication of the child......

Mu Zili shook his head, wanting to dispel his baseless speculation, Agnes was too young, he was only nine years old! But the doubts prompted Mu Zili to ask a new question to Agnes, "What do you think of the others?" ”

Agnis looked faint, "Everyone else is the same. ”

Agnes' attitude showed that he never seemed to have taken others to heart, and when Mu Zili wanted to ask again, Agnes had already picked up the paintbrush and made a new request to Mu Zili, "Can Brother Mo be my model?" ”

Mu Zili sat down on the chair brought by the maid, and while Agnes scribbled on the drawing board, he pondered what made him feel disagreeable.

At first, Agnes had the impression that he was a silent and quiet child, and he did not care about the other children in the glass room, and was not affected mentally in the slightest. Marianne forbade Agnes to play the game, and from Daisy's words, Agnes had broken the rules of the game, and Muziri had thought it was a child's struggle, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Agnes, why didn't you participate in the game in the glass room in the first place?" Mu Zili couldn't help asking.

"That game is stupid." Agnes pursed his lower lip, lacking interest, "According to the way those people play, one demon after another will be pushed out, and in the end there will be no one in the room." ”

“…… Are you worried about being pushed out to be a demon child and get hurt? ”

Agnes gave Mu Zili an answer that Mu Zili couldn't have imagined, "If there are fewer children, then there will be less food, and it will be difficult to live." ”

…… Instead of thinking about safety, you are thinking about food?

"Then if you don't participate in the game, won't you get food?"

Agnes smiled easily when he heard Mu Zili's words, "No, everyone will give me food." ”

This affirmative tone showed Agnes' self-confidence, and it seemed that Agnes would always have a way of getting food from other children.

I don't know if Agnes has lost patience with painting, he frowned and looked at the drawing board for a while, then directly smashed the gouache paint in his hand on the drawing board, jumped down and pulled Mu Zili to run to another room.

"I haven't seen your drawings yet!" Mu Zili turned around and saw the maid calmly cleaning up the drawing board and the paint poured on the ground, thinking that this often happens, otherwise the maid would not be so skillful in cleaning up.

"If you don't draw well, I'll play the piano for you!" Agnes' thoughts were almost constantly changing, and Muziri noticed that Agnes was showing off his strengths, but each time Agnes lost patience for various reasons, and then broke out a little ...... Little temper.

Yes, small temper. Agnes would blame the maid for not cleaning the piano for him, and he would smash the cup after noticing that the afternoon tea didn't taste right, or even chop the apple into fine pieces just because it was sour.

"Hey!" Mu Zili snatched the fruit knife from Agnes' hand and looked at Agnes with a frown, "Don't do this, I'll pick a sweet one for you!" ”

The angry look on Agnes' face quickly disappeared under Mu Zili's gaze, he lowered his head, clasped his hands tightly together, and apologized in a low voice, "Am I making you feel troubled?" ”

"Huh?" Mu Zili snorted questionably while peeling the apple.

"Mom said, 'It's not right for me to do this.'" Agnes' face was tangled, and he peeked at Mu Zili, "I don't understand, will you alienate me because of my trouble?" ”

Mu Zili cut a slice of apple and tasted it, confirmed that it was sweet and handed it to Agnes, he didn't answer Agnes' question, but deliberately pretended to understand Agnes and said: "It's normal to have a temper, it's their fault that someone always can't do a good job, don't you hate those who make you angry?" ”

Mu Zili paused, "When someone angers you, how can you dissipate your anger?" ”

Agnes took a bite of the apple, and the sweet taste made him curl up the corners of his mouth, "Mom says it's not right to do that, but sometimes some people are really annoying!" ”

"Yes." Mu Zili chimed in, "Sometimes it's best to wish they disappeared. ”

Agnes stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Zili's fingers, "Brother Moer, you are really different from others!" I don't understand why my mother always asks me to refrain from doing something wrong. ”

"I don't know if I have the honor to make friends with you." Mu Zili leaned against Agnes's side and whispered in the child's ear: "A true friend will share a qiē, you don't need to restrain yourself in front of me, you don't need to disguise yourself, I want to know the real you." ”

Agnes' pupils dilated slightly, he leaned into Mu Zili's arms, and followed Mu Zili's example and whispered in Mu Zili's ear, "Really? Brother Moore, are you going to be my friend? ”

"You chose me." Mu Zili's voice sank, "In your eyes, am I the one who is more special?" ”

Mu Zili looked at Agnes' innocent and childish face, "You are also different from others in my eyes. ”

A nine-year-old child doesn't fully understand the meaning of Mu Zili's words, but that doesn't stop Agnes from thinking of them as if they identify with each other.

"I'll take you somewhere." Agnes grabbed Mu Zili, "Where I go when I'm in a bad mood." ”