"You're a chick. The English gentleman retorted.

Qingwen chose to be speechless, and in this case, it is useless to argue more.

The English gentleman said, "Will you do any work?"

Qingwen hurriedly spoke, just to resolve the embarrassment of the previous moment, and to buy herself more time, she said:

"I can do anything, I can clean your room, make your bed and change the sheets, I can make you coffee, I can boil you bath water, I can cook, although there may be differences in taste, but I am good at learning......"

"Let me show you your hands. The English gentleman interrupted Qingwen's conversation, and then made a new request.

Qingwen said, "What do you think, this hand is tied to the back of the chair." ”

The English gentleman smiled, and then, in the spirit of a master, he moved to the back of the chair with a calm gait, took Qingwen's hand and looked at it, and said:

"Well, there are calluses on it, which means that you are from a hard work. ”

Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had broken through the ghost gate, but she was relieved a little earlier.

The English gentleman said: "However, there is one thing that is not right, I have found that when you spoke to me again just now, the first word was 'you', and the second time you used 'you', and this honorific is not something that people in this red light district can easily say." What does this mean? It shows that you used to be well-educated and well-educated, and at this point, your disguise has been torn by me. ”

Qingwen was very anxious, and hurriedly said: "You are really a strange person, I treat a gentleman like you, if you don't use honorifics, do you think those customers will give me more money because of this?! ”

The English gentleman was explained by Qingwen like this, and found that this kind of speech was really flawless, so he acquiesced to Qingwen's statement and did not continue to delve into it.

Qingwen was just about to breathe a sigh of relief again when she heard the English gentleman ask: "You know, the women in the red light district don't speak with this emphasis, why are you like an unripe fruit, as if you were forced to be planted here." ”

Qingwen said: "Sir, I will tell you the truth, I had a stutter when I was a child, and since then, I have been afraid to talk to strangers, and later, when I was in a domestic servant, I learned a good Upper London accent from the old lady, which is why I don't speak the accent and language that is popular in the red light district." ”

Although the English gentleman wears a mask, his posture and pause make it seem that he is savoring Qingwen's words, and falls into a state of thoughtfulness, as if the whole world is only himself.

Qingwen took the opportunity to look at the English gentleman, except for him wearing a mask and refusing to show his face, in Qingwen's opinion, this person has slender limbs and a suit and leather shoes, like one

Very cultivated people.

"Hmph! What he did, he didn't have any cultivation. ”

"Well," said the English gentleman, turning to Qingwen,

"Well, after the investigation, I have come to the conclusion that you are a little girl who loves to lie, but that does not prevent me from taking you directly. ”

"What, what do you mean?" exclaimed Qingwen.

The English gentleman smiled coldly and said, "I only take prostitutes, only working women." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the tip of the umbrella, easily picked up the rope that bound Qingwen, and said, "And you, although you lied to me that you have a child, but your calloused hands are revealing your identity, yes, you are a prostitute, or a blue-collar worker." ”

Qingwen said in her heart that knowing this would not do him any good.

"You can't get out of it. The girl reminded Qingwen in her heart.

Before Qingwen could move her stiff hands and feet, she saw the English gentleman press the button, and the tip of the umbrella immediately poked out a shiny bayonet tip.

"Disemboweled!" the English gentleman shouted the word.

"Snort-" sounded, Qingwen didn't feel the pain yet, and lowered her head, unbelievable.

No matter how good Qingwen's kung fu is, she can only dodge the tip of the knife slightly, and she dodges neatly, and the clothes on her chest are torn open with a long gap.

"This ......," Qingwen secretly screamed.

"Side leg!" this is the betrayal woman in command.

Before the woman said the word, Qingwen had already attacked, and she slammed the umbrella to the side with a sullen fist, but a little blood was already oozing from her chest.

The English gentleman raised his umbrella and said proudly: "Miss, you are really like a virgin, and you can bring your own halo to ward off evil spirits." ”

Qingwen didn't pay attention to it, her first task now was to watch out for the English gentleman's killing move that caught him off guard again.

"Why?" asked Qingwen. She knew she wouldn't get an answer, but her anger made her compelling to ask.

"Because you're a prostitute. The English gentleman said:

"I'm going to peel the skin, cramp and crush the bones!"

Qingwen said: "I am intellectual!"

The English gentleman seemed to have a flurry in his heart, and he couldn't help but say, "You're just a grassroots." ”

Qingwen was surprised, is there such a big difference between the fate of the grassroots and the fate of the intellectual?!

Born like grass roots, trampled on, ignored, at critical times, it is rooted in the ground and the grass is relied on. Qingwen was not convinced at all.

If in modern society, there is also such a class difference, and the ceiling of class rise is also roughly closed, and now, the class difference in the eighteenth century is so serious that some people have openly put forward the statement that only the grassroots and only the prostitutes are killed, what a vicious society!

Qingwen moved her wrist, she really wanted to show this one a little bit of power.

"Qingwen, come on, don't let this so-called aristocratic elite who have killed people like me continue to live in the world so coldly. This is the advice of the selling woman to herself, and Qingwen wrote it down.

However, Qingwen suddenly remembered Sheriff Scott and Inspector Conan, who unfortunately died, and she not only wanted to escape, but she also had to fight hard to find out the psychology and motivation of this murderer.

Thinking of this, Qingwen's clenched fist loosened, and she said with a smile:

"I can really help you a lot, you can keep me, I'm sure I won't make trouble. ”

When Qingwen said this, she was secretly buying time and secretly observing the English gentleman.

The English gentleman held his umbrella high for a while, and it seemed that his hands were shaking a little, which meant that his strength was insufficient.

Qingwen stepped forward, gently grabbed the English gentleman's arm when he was caught off guard, and then looked at him as if she was chatting with him, not caring at all about the killing of the British gentleman just now. This move shocked even the British gentleman, and he was stunned for a moment, and was easily handed over by Qingwen when she pulled his arm.

The moment Qingwen got the umbrella, she subconsciously used light skills and jumped out of three feet.