In the white space, only the ventilation window against the ceiling could hear the faint sound of a rope, as if something was moving along the air current.

It was still at Quinn Manor, but it was a specific room, a room that none of the servants, including Lady Quinn's caretaker, Amanda, wanted to come near. It's Pochi's room.

But that is, it can only be not approached, and the owner of the room still has the surname of 'Quin', and no one dares to say the words in their hearts, 'That madman is inside'.

Let's go back to this white room. Don't be mistaken, white doesn't have any special meaning in the deviated Indonian culture that Madame Quinn is keen on, so the white color of this room does not represent the aesthetic of the owner of Quinn Manor, but it is just a personal customization of Pochi Quin.

Yes, Mrs. Quinn put the closed wards, cells, and confinement rooms of the sanatorium...... Whatever you want to call it, there is a copy of one in the Quinn Manor, which is copied specifically for Pochi, and the only difference may be that it is bigger, which is really heartfelt.

Pochi, who was wearing only a white cloth shirt, opened his eyes on the thick bed and frowned first. He was hungry.

He didn't get up, and stepped directly on the thick soft wall next to the bed with his bare feet, feeling something touched, and a muffled radio noise came from the wall.

"I'm hungry. With that, Poki let go of his foot and rolled over on the bed.

"Young Master's lunchtime has passed......"

Flipping back again, kicking the wall with his bare feet, "I'm hungry!" Poki cried impatiently.

"Good, good ......"

When Poki moved his foot again, ready to roll over and continue to lie down, a dark red incompatible with his surroundings crossed the white space, and I don't know what it was. It is sprayed out of the ventilation window.

It was hard not to be drawn to the conspicuous thing that was the only living creature in the white space, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, sat up on the bed, and watched as the dark red ball-like thing crashed against the soft mat on the wall, spreading out and sticking in all directions. Squirm slightly.

Pochi looked at it for a moment and snorted, God knows what it was. He moved impatiently on the bed, lost his feet, slapped the place he had just stepped on, heard a low radio noise and said, "There's a disgusting thing......

Pochi's body stiffened suddenly. In the afterglow, the dark red thing clinging to the wall twitched for a moment, and then seemed to drip into the surface of a lake. Ripple against the wall!

Before Poki had time to think about anything, the white wall was divided by dark red, like blood-colored satin, and the dark red thing that adhered to the wall swam rapidly on the wall like life!

"Young Master, what else do you have to order?" the voice behind the wall seemed to be puzzled by only half of what was said, and began to ask.

But Poch couldn't answer, not even if he wanted to. Poki pressed his hand on the wall mat, full of squirming, wet and sticky touch! Yes, the dark red thing rippling in front of him soaked his palm. Cut off his compressions.

"Shh~"

It was as if it was a sound coming from this dark red thing. Pochi's eyes widened.

Eyes, the only thing Pochi could move at this point. Because the dark red thing spread out on the walls is shrinking, no, it's not shrinking, it's just shifting!

Dark red threads crossed Pochi's impregnated palms, and tree-shaped branches stretched up the back of his hand and stabbed at his wrists. Climb up your arms...... The skin under Pochi's white shirt is covered with dark red lines!

When there was no more dark red on the wall, Poki's pupils closed, and the lines that were coiled on his skin instantly disappeared under the skin!

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master? uh. "Please give this servant who is not expected to make an appearance with a roll of the eyes.

There was no sound.

Take advantage of the time that Poki is crooked on the ground. Leave him alone for now, it is necessary to explain the current situation.

In Quinn Manor, Quinn and Mrs. Patton sit in the reception room with a blank expression, listening to Emilia talk about her plans for the asylum. On the small balcony in front of the atrium, Zach is temporarily backing Smith on the grounds of needing some space, telling Noah what really happened and that Boyson's real identity is that of the Indoan Wizard.

This may be something that everyone cares about, so let's take a look at the things that everyone doesn't care about, and don't forget that Master Pochi said he was hungry.

On the first floor of Quinn Manor, on the side of the main hall, in the kitchen of the side hall, a butler-like man held a thick notebook, and the bottom one read, "4:43, food." "Corresponds to the description at the top of the record, which means time, requirement.

The record is not over yet.

The butler, holding the record book back and forth in the busy kitchen, continued to record, "Steak, Pitter Meat." Kale leaves, Wayne Farmer's ...... "It's good that everyone understands the meaning, don't say much."

Do you think that's the end of it? Not yet.

The butler glanced at the chefs who were handling the ingredients, calmly recorded everyone's name and the part being processed, and then sat down at the table on the side of the kitchen, he still had to wait, and as everyone guessed, he had to record the plating, delivery, collection of utensils, and all the details of the whole process.

Fortunately, the housekeeper is not alone, and a man in formal clothes with a serious face accompanies him throughout the whole process.

Well, this is just to illustrate one thing, proving that there is a reason why Mrs. Barton would be angry at Zach for questioning the security of Quinn Manor. Poki really doesn't have much chance to have contact with the outside world, and yes, it's even more impossible to get in touch with gray professionals!

Let's go back to the white room.

Poki twitched on the soft, thickly cushioned floor, and he slowly got to his feet, blinking, "Beau, Boyson......" he said to the white empty space.

Someone responded, "Ahhhhhh

The voice didn't appear in the room in real life, but in Pochi's head, "I'm so moved, Master Kunyin still remembers me!"

Pochi looked left and right at the white space and took a few steps back and forth, as if searching for the source of the sound. But soon, he gave up.

"Huh?" the voice in my head sounded again, "As an ordinary person, you seem to be very calm. ”

After a short silence, Pochi silently sat back on the bed, "Haven't you heard, I'm not an ordinary person, I'm crazy. ”

Poki lay down, rolled over in a comfortable position, and muttered in a low voice, "Hmph, I'm probably just hallucinating again, talking to myself." "It seems that when the food he asks for arrives, he will not move.

"Hahaha!" the voice in his head laughed, "Trust me, you're not crazy. But I have a lot of crazy things I want to share with you, do you want to hear about it?"

Pochi tugged at the corners of his mouth, sat up, and pressed a contact on the wall again, and when the noise of the radio appeared, the young master Kunyin coldly ordered, "Give me medicine." (To be continued......)