In the middle of the night, Terror woke up from Sister Wang's arms, and she was not surprised, because she still retained the memory of the housekeeper's death, very clearly.

The death of the butler was a blow to the horror that cannot be described in words, like the loss of the only person with whom he could talk to him.

Ever since she came to this treacherous house, the days that accompanied her mistress were boring and boring, but there were also things that Terrorist liked, that is, books and pianos, and for these things left by her old master, the hostess had always been generous to Terror, and never restricted her from using them.

Terror is also very grateful for this, later, Sister Wang came to this house, Terror seems to have a special feeling for her, speaking of which, at that time, Terror was already sensible, and Sister Wang's daughter is not the same age, but she still won the attention of this foreign woman.

Perhaps it was the same loneliness of two people that gave them the care of each other.

Sister Wang takes care of the horror more than the cook, since entering this house, her main job is to clean and receive guests, although there are no guests in the house all year round, but this work is always to be prepared.

Like this time, didn't eighteen people come at once? So, Sister Wang got busy.

Horror lay there, forcing herself to think about something completely unrelated to the murder, forcing herself not to remember the butler's frozen face.

'Alas! Sighing in her heart, she didn't want to wake up Sister Wang, who was leaning on her sleep, this little girl had never experienced the warmth of her mother, and she hoped to stay in Sister Wang's arms for a while.

"Horror, are you awake?" This is so cautious or woke up Sister Wang, she opened her sleepy eyes slightly, looked at the horror in her arms and said.

At night, no matter how light the words are, they always feel very loud in the ears, and the horror who has not concentrated is startled by Sister Wang's sudden questioning.

Sister Wang didn't mind, and continued to ask Xiao Horror: "Do you want to lie down in the bed?" Although there are a lot of people in this room now, I specially left you a quilt. ”

“…… No, I'll be fine here. The horror rubbed into Sister Wang's arms, closed her eyes and said. Her response ushered in a gentle smile from the middle-aged woman, and then hugged the little girl a little tighter, and the two of them continued to sleep with their heads on their heads.

Yun Yeyao on the side saw all this, he never fell asleep, although the two wardrobe doors that could pass through the secret passage had been sealed by him and Qiao Keli together, and it was unlikely that anyone would come out of there again, but I don't know why, Yun Yeyao just couldn't put his mind at ease.

Maybe it's because Xie Yunmeng and Xiaoxiao haven't returned yet, the actor's eyes look at the door from time to time, and he prays in his heart that Mr. Criminal Police is safe.

I hope you and Xiaoxiao can be happy, maybe with Xiaoxiao, you are safe. Yun Ye Yao thought, and the moisture in his eyes never subsided.

It was past twelve o'clock in the night, and the demon was resting in what everyone thought was a safe room, and he had done enough for the day, and he needed to recuperate himself for the next day in the treacherous house.

Guarding and fearing that this time does not belong to the demon, after all, his identity is still safe.

The night may be dangerous, but sometimes it can also bring special comfort, just like the demon who is asleep now, and his sleep allows others to enjoy a moment of peace. But can demons keep themselves safe? That's a different story.

There was no twilight in the closed room, and outside the house, the man shrouded in thick ink was alone savoring the cold and longing, the ice and snow froze into hoarfrost on his eyelashes and hair, and the breath exhaled from his lips slightly opened brought a burst of warmth, which was the aftertaste of kisses.

I don't know how many years I haven't been able to touch my true heart, and at this moment, the man doesn't want to let go anymore. Maybe after all this is over, I too will have a new period of redemption, Mother! Please bless that person. ’

Open your arms to the sky until you feel the person of your dreams sneak into your arms. Midnight is a dream moment for this man, he, like his mother, has countless treasures hidden in his gray brain cells, but they are different beings, and his mother has spent her life for this, and she has never waited for happiness.

And he wants to use these arms that have not yet stiffened to win happiness for himself, even if he faces the threat of demons because of this, he will not hesitate.

The wind and snow continued to rage, and the man was undaunted, he had long been accustomed to the cold, which was a gift from the treacherous house.

"Eternal......" said his long-lost name between his lips and teeth, and the figure of the man standing in the night was gradually hidden by the snowflakes in the sky, like an illusory puppet.