Dong Wusheng ran all the way back to the guest room prepared for her by the mayor, and her ears were still hot and her heartbeat was still pounding until the door closed.

How can there be such a fool in the world!

Dong Wusheng couldn't help but curse in his heart. She began to wonder if she knew this guy before, and she couldn't imagine how she could have endured such a fool to stay by her side three hundred years ago.

It's annoying! Forget it, let's go to sleep first, let's sleep first.

Dong Wusheng's anger came and went quickly. After staring at the wall for a while, she decided to wash up and rest first.

I'll talk about it tomorrow!

After washing up and lying on the soft bed, Dong Wusheng stared at the ceiling for a long time, not sleepy at all.

She only woke up at dusk that day, and it was only four or five hours later, and it was a bit difficult for her to sleep.

It just so happened that two drinks at dinner made her want to go to the toilet at this moment, so she simply put on her clothes and got up.

There is no private toilet in the guest room, and she has to go to the public toilet in the corridor if she wants to go to the toilet.

When she came out of the toilet, she saw a figure with his back to her, sneaking out.

The moonlight shone through the window, shining on the man's pale blonde curls, leaving a cold glow.

Is it Jenny?

Looking at that back, Dong Wusheng guessed.

What is she secretly going to do on this big night?

On this big night, Dong Wusheng, who couldn't sleep, was really bored, so he couldn't help but follow.

She followed the man downstairs to the gate, and watched as the man took something out of his pocket, followed by the faint sound of unlocking.

When the man went out, he carefully looked inside the door and made sure that no one was there, and then closed the door and relocked it from the outside.

With a little thin moonlight, Dong Wusheng, who was hiding at the corner of the stairs, saw the other party's face clearly, it was indeed Jenny.

Where is she going?

Looking at the window of the kitchen on the first floor, Dong Wusheng didn't think about it, as soon as he put his hand on the window frame, the person fell lightly outside the window, and did not make a sound during the whole process.

After reflexively turning it out, Dong Wusheng was surprised in hindsight.

Why do you seem to be so skilled at doing these things yourself? You can't be a thief before, right?

Dong Wusheng was thinking crankily as he kept up with Jenny with ease.

It's probably not the first time Jenny has done this, and as soon as she left the door of her house, she became bold, trotting all the way with her skirt in her hand, not looking behind her at all, and she didn't expect anyone to follow her.

Dong Wusheng followed Jenny all the way to the periphery of a building.

The place close to the building was very empty, and there was no place to hide, Dong Wusheng could only hide behind a tree from a distance, and watched Jenny run to the door of a small cabin, as if knocking on the door, and a tall blonde young man quickly came out of it, picked up Jenny, turned around in front of the door, and then carried the person directly into the house.

It turned out to be a private lover.

Dong Wusheng smiled, and was about to turn away, when he casually glanced into the large row of white picket fences outside the wooden house, only to see rows of gray-white tombstones standing quietly in the bright moonlight.

Eh, it's actually a cemetery?

Dong Wusheng was stunned, and finally understood, it turned out that Jenny was in love with the young grave keeper.

Tut-tut, youth.

Dong Wusheng sighed and was about to leave, when she suddenly sneezed four or five times in a row, and in the silence, her sneezing was exceptionally clear.

Dong Wusheng hurriedly hid under the tree, and only relaxed after making sure that no one came out to check.

She touched her nose and planned to leave quickly.

I always felt that there was a strange smell in this place...... Is it the sour smell of love?

The moment before she took the step, she subconsciously looked back and saw that the wooden house had collapsed in front of her eyes, like a building block that had been knocked down, and in an instant it became a ruin.

Dong Wusheng looked at this scene in disbelief, and before she could react, her head suddenly felt as if someone had stabbed a sharp knife, and it was constantly churning inside, and the pain was intense.

Dong Wusheng hurriedly reached out to hold the trunk of the tree beside him and slowly squatted down.

At this time, she felt as if someone behind her was holding her shoulder, and before she could turn her head to look, her eyes went black and she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she saw the white ceiling of the guest room, and she was lying on the bed. The room was dimly lit, the curtains were drawn, and the sunlight shone brightly on the dark blue curtains, as if it were just a normal morning.

Dong Wusheng sat up and rubbed the corners of his forehead, feeling a little incredible.

Was what happened last night just a dream?

Could it be that she went back to her room after going to the toilet last night, and then fell asleep and had such a dream?

Dong Wusheng looked around again, and his eyes fell on the curtains.

Isn't that right? I don't seem to have drawn the curtains last night...... Someone came and brought her back and helped her draw the curtains?

Thinking of this, Dong Wusheng stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The clear sunlight shines in and sprinkles on the body, warm and comfortable.

Dong Wusheng stood by the window, looking down, there were people in the garden watering the flowers, wearing a dark green lace dress, and her light golden curls were adorned with shining stars in the morning light.

Is it Jenny? She didn't seem to have anything, was it really all a dream last night?

At this time, she heard the sound of the door opening behind her, and when she looked back, a young man with warm hair was standing at the door, looking at her in a daze.

"Good morning, why are you so stupid, what are you looking at?"

Dong Wusheng smiled and said hello to him. Madara also reacted, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Morning." ”

Dong Wusheng walked up to him and suddenly sneezed.

"Got a cold?" Madara asked.

"Probably not. ”

Dong Wusheng rubbed his nose and replied nonchalantly.

In the living room, the mayor's wife was eating breakfast, and the mayor was reading the newspaper, both of them not looking very good, and both of them had worries on their faces.

Seeing them come down, the mayor put down the newspaper and said something, and then went out, and the mayor's wife also packed up the dishes and followed him.

Dong Wusheng looked at the young man next to him, and before he could speak, Madara consciously explained to her: "Last night, seven people in the town collectively self-immolated, and all seven of them left suicide notes, and the font looks like they are all themselves, but the suicide note is very chaotic, and they all seem to be unclear when they write the suicide note, everyone feels that this matter is a little strange, and they are still investigating." ”

Dong Wusheng was stunned and walked to the edge of the dining table. Madara stood behind her and pulled her chair apart.

Thinking of last night's incident, Dong Wusheng couldn't help but ask, "What about the other things?"

Madara pulled out a chair and sat down, brought her a glass of milk, and took a slice of toast, "Also, the grave keeper's house on the west side of the town also collapsed, but the grave keeper was not in the house at the time, so he was not injured. ”

With so much happening overnight, it's no wonder that the mayor and his wife look so bad when they wake up in the morning.

Dong Wusheng lowered his head and took a bite of toast, thoughtful.

Madara ate his breakfast intently, with no expression on his face.

What was going on? She saw the grave keeper and Jenny......

Dong Wusheng was thinking about last night's events when he suddenly heard the sound of forks colliding on plates from the position of Madara next to him.

When I looked over, I saw that Madara had punctured the poached egg, and the golden egg liquid was flowing on the plate.

Madara didn't look at her, and calmly scooped up the poached egg with a fork and put it in his mouth.

Dong Wusheng blinked, I don't know why, she always felt that there was something strange about Madara today.

She took another sip of the milk and heard Madara touch the cup against the plate again.

Well?

Dong Wusheng finally realized that something was wrong.

Madara seems to be absent-minded today.

And, most crucially, she found that Madara had a very faint and familiar smell on his body.

The smell made her very uncomfortable, and she felt a dull pain when she smelled it.

It seems to be the smell she smelled last night when she was on the edge of the cemetery.

"Madara", Dong Wusheng asked casually, "Have you seen me since you came out of the instrument room last night?"

There was no response around him at first, and then the young man's voice sounded, "No." ”

"Really?" Dong Wusheng glanced at him suspiciously, "You seem to be a little nervous?"

Madara lowered his head, his eyes glued to the bacon on the plate, but he didn't fork it up a few times, "No, you think too much." ”

Dong Wusheng squinted at him, and suddenly picked up the fork and took away the piece of bacon he was staring at, "Did you send me back last night?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

Madara replied expressionlessly, as he continued to attack the next piece of bacon in his hand.

Uh-huh, it's really greasy.

Under normal circumstances, according to this guy's character, he would definitely give her all the bacon.

Dong Wusheng licked his upper teeth and pushed Madara's plate aside, "You look at me, you also saw Jenny enter the cabin and the cabin collapsed, right?"

Madara frowned, still keeping his head down, not saying anything.

Looking at his appearance of not getting oil and salt, Dong Wusheng was also a little distressed, and she simply made her words clear, "Don't you think it's strange? We watched the cabin collapse with our own eyes yesterday, but nothing happened today, as if it was just a dream we had!"

Madara sighed, raised his head, looked at her and said seriously, "You better don't ask, it's better for you to be less involved in this matter." ”

This guy really knows something!

Dong Wusheng was also a little anxious, she always felt that the matter that Madara was hiding from her was very important, and she had a faint premonition that if she didn't deal with this matter as soon as possible, there would be more unfortunate things to do.

"Please, Madara, what the hell do you know, tell me quickly!"

Dong Wusheng begged patiently.

But Madara didn't tell her, but she still kept silent about how she asked, so angry that she left Madara alone in the living room and ran back upstairs by herself.