Brian put down the two thick files he had brought back from Texas and stretched his tired body. Walk to the window, pull back the floor-to-ceiling veil, and gaze out the window at the Alps.

The mountains were covered with mist, the darkness retreated under the attack of the morning light, and the orange shimmer flowed through the thick green leaves of the Black Forest, illuminating the ancient castle of Kleistburg in the valley.

In front of the castle, carpet-like turf stretches out to the mirrored reflection of the lake. A few cuckoos chirped crisply by the window, the mountain breeze blew the veil with the fresh breath of the snow-capped mountains, and wisps of gold took the opportunity to sneak in, and the remaining sparks in the fireplace could not bear to leave, and it fell in love with the morning light on the thick blue carpet by the fireside.

The blue carpet echoes the sky behind the snow-capped mountains, doubling the distance of the room from the world, and only a few unworldly birds "chirping" disturb the sacred tranquility.

It was a beautiful reminder to the Doctor that the world is no different today than it was in the past, and that the world still works.

It has been days since he returned from the monitoring station, and Brian has not been able to sleep peacefully.

"The storm is coming," Alston's alarm bell tormented him. He knew what Auston wanted from him, and he accepted that with great power comes great responsibility.

He can sacrifice himself for the dangers that may or may never come, but what about these children?

He reached out and touched a picture frame on the right hand side of his desk, and the young man in the photo was always smiling so brightly, and in his eyes, the world seemed to be only sunshine.

That's his only brother, Ellen, Coronna's father, who has been gone for 18 years for him and his children......

The orange morning light also slipped into the adjacent bedroom, and under the roof carved with white vines, the old crystal chandelier broke down the morning light into a colorful glow.

A purple glow shone on the wrinkled corners of Mammelle's eyes and forehead.

She opened her eyes, smiled and made a cross on her chest, moving slowly but gracefully. She turned to the other side of the bed, and there was no sign of the pillow or bedding moving.

She sighed slightly, shook her head, and said to herself, "Another sleepless night!" People in their sixties don't know how to cherish themselves. She sat up, walked to the window, pushed it open, and said good morning to the castle and the Alps.

The Gothic spire of the castle rises into the sky, and the rectangular walls resemble the shoulders of a hero.

The castle is more than 300 years old, but very few people know about it today, and you can't even find it from any travel website, or even from Google's satellite maps.

Any satellite used for detection and navigation to observe a thick cloud when it passes over it is a thick cloud. This is not only because it is surrounded by mountains and is located in the deepest part of the valley, but there is no road for cars for dozens of kilometers around it, and the average person can only rely on helicopters to get in and out.

And more importantly, some special forces deliberately isolate it from the outside world, hiding secrets that it must never be snooped on by outsiders.

In fact, Marpel is not a real member of Klesterburg, she is an authoritative paediatrician of the International Red Cross, and has traveled all over the world, especially in poor mountainous areas such as Asia, Africa and Latin America. It was only in these places that she was able to make the most of what she had learned, but the most important people in her life, her husband, her son and her niece Corunna, were forced to live here for special reasons.

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The old-fashioned and beautiful French double doors were pushed open, and Marpel walked into Brian's study with freshly baked clotted cream malt bread and two cups of fragrant coffee.

She walked straight to the window and placed the tray in her hand on the coffee table in front of the window, the round, small, golden crispy crust of the bread shining seductively in the early morning sun.

Marpel closed the window, and even though it was March, the mountain breeze was still cold. She returned to the coffee table, picked up the coffee from the tray, and went to the Doctor's large mahogany desk, placing it next to the Doctor. She didn't speak, but walked straight behind the Doctor, reaching out and gently massaging the Doctor's head.

Her husband's forehead was wrinkled as she was, but this did not in any way affect the Doctor's charm in her heart, and she stroked his mature and noble face, moving slowly and gracefully. Brian took a deep breath of the fragrance from Mapel and smiled as he took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

A commotion came from the first floor of the castle.

"These kids are messing around again." At the coffee table, Brian, who was eating crispy bread, looked up and smiled at Marpel opposite.

"They're all a bunch of energetic young men, as beautiful as thoroughbred stallions, as wild as they are. It is not easy to be detained by an old man in this lonely and desolate valley, suppressing the desires and impulses that should have been. ”

"Of course I know this, after all, I was also young and ridiculous." Recalling the past, Brian showed a rare lightness.

"Your love poems written with mathematical formulas are still lying in my drawer..."Marpel's smile was as sweet as a little girl.

The noise downstairs was so loud that the Brians had to stop their memories, "If you don't go down and take a look, I guess this castle will be demolished for them." The two laughed and left the study.

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In the lounge, a group of young people in their 20s sat on sofas or snuggled up by the bar, laughing lazily and casually. They all have handsome appearances, strong bones, well-developed muscles, and arrogant looks in their joyful eyes.

Andrevich sat in the corner of the bar closest to the French double door, his dark brown riding boots as shiny as his hair.

The wind in the cold corridor of the door blew his light brown hair, and the slender eyes under the hair, which could not withstand the sunlight shining through the high glass windows, narrowed into a thin slit on the bridge of the nose peculiar to the Russian nation.

André hid behind this slight slit, enjoying the other scenery in front of the window to the fullest and greedily.

In front of the French window, the high and deep backs of the large armchairs block the slanting sunlight, and the shadows protect Corunna's delicate face like a flower.

"Stud-ha!"

The red armor, delicately depicted with black roses, streaked a bloody light in the shadows, and the cards were slammed down on the table.

Corona sturged her waist domineeringly, the sun looping around the back of her chair and licking her towering chest wantonly. The Givenchy red satin strappy shirt underneath the chest went down to the waist cuff.

"I've lost only my pants!" Sanjay shook his head and dropped the cards in his hand, his eyes still on Coronna's chest.

Coruna, who hates bondage, naturally doesn't wear underwear on such a sunny day. The two small pink protrusions, which rose and fell with Coruna's breathing, loomed and appeared, impressively in the pile embroidery hollow of the shirt.

These two small points of tender powder have already made all the boys salivate, only Sanjay, who has always feared that the world will not be chaotic, exaggerated his stubby fingers, as if to pick open the hole deliberately left by the lace petals.

However, the clumsy finger was just over his shoulder when he was grabbed by Masao Yoshida across the table.

Yoshida's white fingers kneaded Sanjay's orange fingers: "It's long overdue to lose cards." Jin Jiayan didn't lose a pair of J, which means that she is at least two pairs, I have no play with a pair of A, Jin Jiayan and Corona each brought an A, then you must not be a straight, I have a pair of A's on the card, Corona dares to follow, then she must be three Qs..."

Yoshida analyzed it 'click-click', and his fingers squeezed Sanjay hard to show warning.

Yoshida and Sanjay are a well-known couple, an incredible couple.

They all speak with a thick accent, and together they are not the simple addition of spoken words but the 'square of accents'.

Sanjay's Indian English is like driving a train, and Masao Yoshida says 'Makudo Narud' in a magical Japanese pronunciation, and it's desperate to understand them both at the same time.

Sanjay and Yoshida are fundamentally two extremes, one is lively and honest, the other is sensitive and delicate; One loves to take a bath, and the other is lazy, he doesn't even brush his teeth, and his mouth often smells of curry. What is incomprehensible is that such a pair of people came together like this. They are noisy and noisy all day long, and they are so numb that they are in love.

"It's still Sister Na who is amazing, people are the same as cards, a pair of queens can kill the world!" Kim quickly folded her cards together, and there were her three kings in it.

Corona's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, her long eyelashes fought up and down, and her erect back fell heavily into the back of the chair, her expression full of hearty pride.

She lazily cocked her plump hips, swapping her slender legs up and down under her black silk shorts.

Under the over-the-knee heeled boots, only the bright red toes peek out from the fish-beak boots, which is no less charming than the pink on the chest. Under the warm sun, the boots exude a unique smell of sheepskin, which spreads and ripples in the sunlight together with Coruna's laughter and the smell of red poisonous perfume.

Corona's laughter rang out, and Ciceli removed her glass, glanced indifferently, and then glanced at the piece of HeuresUniverselles on her wrist, hoping that the weekly gathering would be over.

Compared with Coruna's brightness, Ciceli is much darker, in fact, her facial features and figure are not inferior to Coruna, especially the red hair with great personality.

It's just that she always has a puzzling look of fatigue, her neck on her slender collarbone leans forward slightly, as if the weight of her forehead is inadvertently wide, and her angular square jaw looks unamorous because of her taciturnity.

A black taffeta patchwork mesh sheer dress could not save her from the haggard caused by her dark circles, and the original somewhat decadent retro posture was worn out by the layered, cumbersome and dragging wide sleeves.

Cicely's status in Christenburg is no less special than Corenna's, she is the daughter of the patron of the fund, Bauer, but this status does not give her a sense of superiority.

Just like at this moment, the bright sun in the lounge has nothing to do with her, and she can only hide in the corner of the bar and block her dark circles with a martini. Counting the time I fell asleep last night, I pray that I can fall asleep tonight without sleeping pills.

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In the lounge, the cups are staggered, the voices are boiling, and the four walls are wrapped in oily dark oak wainscoting, reflecting the figures of red men and green women.

Patlime, who imitated Gatsby's retro jazz style, completely lost his previous English gentlemanly flavor, rolled up his sleeves, stood in a chair, and shouted: "Bet, bet!" Bet on Ian to win, press one to three! Bet on Reg to win, press one to two. ”

Bonita, from Namibia, had a big smile as she was busy collecting money and counting money with her long, dark, slender fingers on the table next to her, the bell on her wrist resonating cheerfully.

Suddenly, a whole wall of bookcases on the right side of the floor-to-ceiling window began to tremble violently, and the next scene, like the movie "The Game of the Brave", led the rhinoceros into the wall with a hundred beasts: the whole wall of books flew out of the bookcase with a bang and hit the ground.

A large figure, with a gust of wind, broke through the bookcase and rushed straight in, only to stop in front of a long table in the room. On the long table, the silver candlestick, glass wine jug, and wine glass were splashed into the air by the huge impact, and the man quickly stretched out his hands, and the candlestick and the wine set suddenly stopped in the air, a perfect arc, the picture was like an upside down, and the candlestick and wine set all obediently returned to the long table.

A second later, the sound of shouting, whistling, clapping, feet on the floor, and the 'click' of kicking the table thundered in the lounge.

"Cock exploded! Rega! Huh-huh-" Sanjay whistled.

"Rege, your appearance is really eye-catching, it's really earth-shattering!" Corona's decibels are the highest, and she screams loudly and laughs.

That's when Reg realized that he was: almost naked!

Because of the force of the teleportation just now, his clothes were torn, and on his strong, tall body like a bull, only a pair of tightly wrapped shorts with flowers and a few strips of rags remained, and he bet to bring the cake in its entirety, because he had just reached out to save the candlestick and the wine utensils, and crashed into the bronzed body, covered in white cream that made him look like a plucked piebald dog.

The laughter was thunderous, but Reg was not embarrassed or shy because of this, he raised his thick curly hair that was shaved flat, pursed his thick lips full of desire, and kissed like everyone else.

The laughter was even worse, and Reg didn't find it enjoyable, and like a bodybuilder, he bent his elbows and made fists, raising his legs to send his hips, allowing his crotch to flex and stretch elastically, swinging back and forth. His thick arms had distinct meridians, the muscles of his abdomen and legs were diamond-shaped, and what made him proudest was the thick bulge that was squeezed into his thighs by his hip-wrapping shorts.

The screams of the girls made Reg's hormones increase sharply, and he frequently threw winks at each girl, twisted his ass and came to Corona, dancing the samba, and the black and gold lion head wrench raised above his head reflected the dazzling light of the king.

Corona laughed, her face flushed more than the pink on her chest, her eyes squinting at the bulge on Regg's thigh, and she scolded, "Get out of here!" You bison! Don't stain my clothes! ”

Everyone leaned back and forth laughing, and suddenly, Bonita shouted, "Ian—— Ian!" ——”

At the innermost end of the lounge, on a single brown tiger skin sofa, a handsome blonde young man Ge You slumped in the sofa, like a well-fed Garfield.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes blurred, and the sun cast a golden glow on his smooth skin. He lay idly in the halo, his long legs wrapped in rag jeans folded on the chair in front of him. He dangled his legs and responded with a smile of 'Too young, too simple'.

With the cry, he casually reached out and picked up a small silver spoon on the coffee table in front of him, which swirled in his slender fingers and stretched out into the air like the propeller of a helicopter.

The spoon swirled and eventually landed elegantly on the cake on the table in front of him, which was a complete round strawberry cream cake.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"I won!" Ian announced solemnly and arrogantly. Win or lose, Bonita led the group of girls and nodded frequently, only Ciceli still helplessly hid behind her martini.

It was rare to see Ian so concise and serious, Reg was stunned for a moment and said, "Obviously I arrived first, how can you be considered a winner?" ”

"Let me tell you a story." Ian lowered his legs from the chair, puffed out the cigarette in his hand, and stood up from the couch.

He put his hands in his hair, combing his curly linen hair, and the muscular deltoid muscles looming under the white T-shirt between his hands.

With the fragrance of orange leaves or amber scattered in the wind, and the girls screamed like nymphomaniacs, Corona laughed even more proudly: their sister and brother are dragons and phoenixes in the world!

Ian waved his eyebrows, and a pair of dark blue eyes responded with a smile on his face, and he continued faintly: "There is a story in the Buddhist scriptures that one day, a samurai came to the room of Zen Master Ikyu with a fish in his hand. He said to the Zen master, 'Let's make a bet, the Zen master said that this fish in my hand is dead or alive?' 'Ikyu knew that if he said he was dead, the samurai would definitely let go of his hand; And if he said it was alive, the samurai would have secretly pinched the fish to death. So, Ikyu said, 'It's dead.' The samurai immediately let go of his hand and said with a smile: 'Haha, Zen master, you lost, you see this fish is alive.' Ikyu smiled faintly and said, "Yes, I lost." ’”

"Reg!" Ian asked, "Do you know why Master Ikyu said that fish are dead?" ”

Ian's 'chatter' is well known to the whole castle, but there are not many times when he is so philosophical.

As everyone pondered the ingredients in the chicken broth, Reg licked the cream off his fingers and stared at a pair of bull's eyes, trying to think hard to avoid falling into Ian's trap.

"No finger licking!" Ian scolded, "As the leader of Klesterburg, shouldn't you be upright and upright?" ”

Being scolded by Ian, Reg was a little annoyed, but when he heard Ian call himself the leader of Klesterburg, his fallen chest muscles rose high again.

Ian took a tissue from the table, walked over to Regg, handed it to him, and whispered, "Boss! ”

Called so by the prince of the castle, Reg was even more complacent.

"Men lick their fingers, and women look yellow and cheap, and my sister especially doesn't like it." Ian squeezed an eyebrow at Regg, and Reg skimmed to Corona, and Corunna's coquettish smile on the armchair made Reg quickly take the tissue, smiling back to Ian's grateful look.

"Do you know why Master Ikyu said that fish are dead?" Ian is down to business.

Reg shook his head honestly.

Ian reveals the puzzle: "Because: Ikyu lost, but he won a solid fish." He pressed Legg's shoulder and said seriously: "The Buddha said: The four are empty, winning is losing, losing is winning, winning or losing is just one sentence, why care." Regg, Master Ikkyu won a fish, what did you win? ”

Reg looked at his naked body, his empty hands, and was speechless for a moment.

"What did we bet on before? Doesn't it mean: see who can teleport the cake in their hands and send it to the lounge in good condition. ”

Reg nodded honestly in embarrassment.

"My cake is here, where's yours?" Ian said faintly, raising his hand slightly, and the spoon on the complete round strawberry cream cake flipped beautifully in the air, landing firmly on the tray on the table.

"This—this—" Reg smeared the white cream on his body and smiled stupidly and conceded defeat.

Ian patted Reg on the shoulder affirmatively, "Bertlem! Bonita! Accounts! Divide the money! He shouted