Chapter 364: Karl

Ten-year-old Karl walked down the empty country road, his hands bloody, and the dried blood on his forehead had clotted and scabbed, leaving him with a long black scar.

The beggar-like young master of the Bren's family was wearing a stinking tattered white shirt, his originally beautiful and smooth golden hair was now very messy, and his delicate and beautiful little face was dirty because of the two consecutive days of escape.

The people who passed by Carl's side didn't pay much attention when they saw such a little beggar again, and most of them just covered their noses and walked quickly past Carl's side, as if they were hiding from some kind of plague.

Feeling the accelerated pace of the pedestrians around him, and the disgusted and indifferent eyes, Karl didn't say anything, just lowered his head and continued to walk forward.

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Hungry and cold, Carl meets a man, a nice-looking country grandmother. When the old man saw that he was alone and his face was still dirty, he lovingly took out a hot towel to help him wipe his dirty little face, and kindly gave him a piece of bread and a bottle of coffee.

Carl was overjoyed, and he bowed to the kind old woman with a kind face, however, the next second he took the bread and coffee, Carl's eyes changed.

Slowly looking up, a faint blue light shot out of his light blue pupils, and the old woman fell to the blood.

Karl looked coldly at the corpse on the ground, and a mist appeared in his bright light blue eyes...... But soon, he wiped the tears from his eyes and continued to flee aimlessly.

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"Kill him! Kill them all! On that night two days ago, Carl, who had gotten up to go to the toilet at night, was passing by his grandfather's room when he suddenly heard a cold voice coming from the dimly lit room. And the owner of that voice was none other than his grandfather, who loved him.

At that moment, little Carl was stunned outside the door, for he had never heard his grandfather's voice so angry and gloomy, as if he were issuing the most insidious curse against some heinous enemy!

Carl was a little strange, he didn't know who his grandfather was talking to, and he didn't know who his grandfather was talking about. Could it be some bad guy who is against the family?

Carl, who has shown a calm attitude different from children of the same age since he was a child, did not choose to walk into the room innocently after hearing his grandfather's words, sat on his grandfather's lap as usual, and asked curiously, "Grandfather, who did you just say you were going to kill?" Instead, he carefully hid himself outside the hidden door.

Standing in the dark hallway, a dark yellow light appeared in the unclosed door on the right, and five seconds later, a pair of pupils with a faint blue light appeared in the narrow gap outside the door.

Karl opened his magic eye and looked through the gap in the door to the people inside, to his grandfather.

He didn't know why he was doing it, it was just a gut feeling, an intuition given to him by the Magic Eye.

As the magic eye slowly opened, Carl looked at several shimmering figures in the dimly lit room, however, after five seconds, there was no trace of blood on Carl's delicate and beautiful little face, and he was even so frightened that he sat on the ground!

Because he saw his grandfather's heart, he saw his grandfather's thin and pale face, which was so terrifying under the light of the dim light! More importantly, in his grandfather's heart, he saw himself, his parents, his uncle........

At the same time, a noise outside the door also woke the people in the room.

"Who's out there!" The exclamation sounded, and the room suddenly sounded noisy footsteps, not crushed by the terrifying reality, Carl, who had shown his strong psychological quality and incomparable wisdom since childhood, quickly got up from the ground as soon as the footsteps sounded, and then jumped out of the window behind him, and escaped from their family's manor house on the outskirts of Paris as fast as possible.

And it was from that night that the endless pursuit and escape began.

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From the Burren family's estate on the outskirts of Paris, Karl fled all the way to a rural town called Sanlis, thirty kilometers away. He didn't dare to take a car, or even appear anywhere there was a public camera, so he could only rely on his two legs to flee for nearly 30 kilometers in two days.

In two days, Carl was attacked and killed four times, and if you count the old woman just now, it is probably the fifth.

Carl knew who those people were chasing him, and he knew who the old woman he had just killed was, they were the members of the family, the people of the Burren family, the people sent by his grandfather!

Why, why exactly?

Walking alone on a deserted country road, Carl tried to hide his whereabouts, trying to avoid everyone's sight. In the past two days, from the confusion when he fled at the beginning, to the fact that he was able to escape the chase several times with the magic eye and luck, now he can choose the best escape route without relying on the magic eye at the first time in a completely unfamiliar environment! And the moment the pursuer appeared in his field of vision, he recognized their identity and fled quickly.

But at the same time, little Carl kept muttering and asking in his heart.

Why? Why did grandfather do this? The grandfather who loved him so much, and had to hold himself in his arms every night to tell him stories and put him to sleep, why did he kill him?

Carl was very intelligent, and at only twelve years old he showed a calmness and wisdom far beyond that of an adult, and yet, he was only a child, just a child whose mind was not mature.

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out, did he do something wrong? Or is it true that this world is just like what is written in the book, and even the closest person will sell himself without reservation, or even kill him?

But what did he do wrong?

Karl has been on the run for two whole days, if it is a change of the past, the young master of the Brent family is missing, I am afraid that the whole of Paris will be in shock, countless military police will be dispatched to find his traces, TV news 24 hours a day rolling information about his disappearance, as long as you can provide a little news about yourself, the family will come up with at least 500,000 pounds as a bonus! And if someone can find him, the family may give him a wealth that he will not use up for a lifetime.

But forty-eight hours passed, and Karl did not see any seekers who had good intentions towards him, and all he saw as a young man was a steady stream of pursuers, and some, like the old woman just now, pretended to be concerned and gave him some highly poisonous food, and finally let him die slowly in a full meal.

In fact, the old woman was already very good, and Carl even regretted that he had killed her just now, and it would have been nice to have injured her, after all, she was not bad, unlike the previous waves of pursuers, who either chose to shoot him in the back ruthlessly, or pretended to be a servant who came to search for him, and after a while of shushing and greetings, he suddenly pulled out the pistol in his arms.

In just two days, the twelve-year-old Karl saw the cruelest side of the world, he had no money on him, so he got nothing, and even exchanged a rose gold watch for a small bag of biscuits.

The world in the book is very right. Walking on the rugged country road with his head down, Carl's face was extremely pale, and his magic eye was extremely dim, and his body shook and he secretly thought in his heart, yes, I used to be the young master of the Burren family, so everywhere I went, I would meet everyone's respect, and now I am nothing, standing in front of the bakery and looking at it a few more times, it will be exchanged for the shopkeeper's impatient reprimand.

Even if you meet a good Samaritan, you are just a pretender sent by the family, or....... I just took a fancy to the valuable accessories on my body, such as thimbles and pocket watches.

Yesterday, the fugitive Karl met a familiar person next to a gas station on a suburban highway. Five days ago, when he had just arrived in Paris for his spring trip, Karl had met him by chance on a square on the Champs-Γ‰lysΓ©es and politely asked him to draw a sketch for himself as a collection.

Thirty minutes later, looking at the not-so-remarkable painting in front of him, and at the artist's nervous gaze at him, Karl smiled and turned away under the guidance of his parents.

And the painter also got a full 20,000 pounds the moment Carl smiled! Karl still remembers when he left, when the wandering painter bowed to him and thanked him, shouting that God would bless him.

But yesterday, Carl saw the wandering painter at the gas station again, and it was obvious that the wandering painter also saw him, and the moment they looked at each other, they were both stunned.

After thinking about it for five seconds, Carl hesitantly walked up and asked him if he could give himself a sip of water. He was really thirsty.

However, before Karl could reach the wandering painter, the man who had been shouting "May Allah bless him" rushed at him as if he had gone mad, his eyes full of greed!

Carl froze in place.

In the next second, a faint blue light shot through the air, piercing the artist's heart, and in the exclamations of the people around him, Carl turned around indifferently and continued to flee without hesitation.

It was the first person he had ever killed in his life, and he killed it simply without a trace of hesitation.

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Carl didn't know what was going on with his parents, and he didn't bother to think about it, now he just wanted to eat something, take a sip of water, and find a sheltered place to get some sleep.

Because he was so tired, he fled for two days in a row, and used his magic eye uninterruptedly for two consecutive days, his small body was already difficult to continue to bear, and every use of the magic eye was a great drain for him.

At six o'clock in the morning, most of the residents of the town of Sanlith had not yet gotten out of bed, and Carl was the only one in the narrow, empty alley staggering across the uneven stone pavement.

Looking at the small buildings around him, Carl's eyes closed up and down one by one, and his steps became more and more staggering. Because he was tired, he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, his mind was getting more and more dizzy, and there seemed to be some kind of ghosting in front of him, and Carl knew that he would fall in the next second, forever......

Tired of walking outside a very clean white building, Karl looked up and seemed to see a figure flashing by the window, but before he could see clearly, he fell straight to the ground due to extreme exhaustion.