For Zhang Chujiu's jumping thinking after obtaining a huge amount of knowledge unimaginable to ordinary people because his brain has been running at high speed for a long time, Ferguson seems to have long been accustomed to it, and without saying a word, he smiled and put the dishes brought by the maid on the desk one by one, and after listening to him quietly, he said, "Please use it, sir." He turned around and left the study silently with the maid.

Lunch is not bad, it is Chinese-style stewed pork ribs, chili stir-fried cabbage sum, weird chicken, steamed fish with rice, Zhang Chujiu rinsed his mouth with tea after eating, and then picked up the tablet and fell into the ocean of sage thoughts.

After some time, he felt a little hungry, and when he came back to his senses, he looked up and was surprised to find that it had become dark around him.

Standing up and turning on the light, he found that the clock on the wall was already pointing to 19:21, Zhang Chujiu couldn't help muttering to himself, "Is it more than 7 o'clock at night?"

He's not the one to make such a low-level mistake. ”

While speaking, Zhang Chujiu walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked forward, and found that it was pouring rain outside, and the raindrops continued to beat on the window with the strong wind.

Looking through the window at the rain curtain that even the light of the street lamps drowned out, he felt as if something very bad had happened, shuddered violently, carefully re-closed the thick flannel curtains, and cautiously walked out of the study.

There was no light on in the corridor, and it was pitch black, Zhang Chujiu directly displayed the magic power of 'Great Sun and Sky' this time, his eyes seemed to have a flash of fire, and then he looked at everything around him and became nothing.

Entering the living room along the corridor, and then entering the master bedroom, guest room, housekeeper's room, mediocre room, cigar room and other rooms through the living room, Zhang Chujiu found that there was no figure everywhere, and the uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

He wanted to turn on the light to relieve his mood, but found that he didn't know when the electricity was gone, he thought about the sword trick in his right hand, and put the 9 money mothers in the bedside table in the master bedroom spontaneously inducted, and the shape of the money sword was formed without rope, and the sword broke through the cabinet door, turned into a shock, and jumped into his palm.

With the sword weapon in hand, the offensive and defensive ability has been increased at least several times, Zhang Chujiu was a little relieved, and was about to push open the door of the apartment to take a look outside, when he suddenly saw the door of the apartment being slammed open, and a dazzling pillar of light shone in.

Under mental tension, the moment the goalkeeper didn't open it, Zhang Chujiu had already flipped over and hid behind the umbrella stand next to the door, prompting the sword weapon to hang in the air, and asked urgently: "Is it you the butler of Ferguson?"

If it was Ferguson, everything would be fine, but if not, he would probably immediately preemptively defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

After all, Western countries and their emphasis on private rights, 'home' is equal to personal territory, everyone knows that it is a serious crime to break into someone's room without being invited, and it is not unjust to be shot dead by the owner in the first place.

But I didn't expect this time to be an exception, as soon as Zhang Chujiu's voice fell, a gentle, young and elegant authentic London accent sounded at the door, "Is it MrZhang, I'm sorry to break into your apartment, but the matter is really critical, and we have to do this."

Something terrible has happened to the apartment building, Chapman Ferguson butler has died downstairs, along with your two maids, and the concierge, shoeshiner, laundry worker, and a dozen others in the apartment building. ”

"Mr. Focus, who are you?" Zhang Chujiu was shocked and asked in a loud voice.

"I can be regarded as the owner of this apartment building," replied the elegant London accent with a hint of pride, "the heir of the House of Wellington, Credina Doi Don Wellington."

You can call me Lord Wellington or Clidiana, and by the way, I'll be accompanied by my bodyguard, Mr. Bob, and my butler, Richard Madton.

Today is our customary time to inspect London properties, because of the sudden rainstorm and was trapped at 11 Popton Street, I didn't expect to encounter such an accident.

Now that the phone and cell phone have lost contact, the electricity has just stopped, and the rain outside is as heavy as the 40 days and nights recorded in the Bible, and I doubt that it can drown people alive.

Now we are trapped on an island, and we can only survive if we are united. ”

Taking advantage of his words, Zhang Chujiu had already seen that there were a total of 3 people who broke into the gate.

One is a middle-aged man who is more than 2 meters tall and has a bare head and is as strong as an ox, and people are always worried that he will tear up his suit, which should be the bodyguard Bob.

At this moment, he was skillfully crossing his arms, holding a gun in one hand and a thick flashlight in the other, making a standard preparatory shooting action, showing that he was well-trained.

One is an old man who is about 60 years old, but he is in good spirits, wearing a black tuxedo, holding an ancient large-caliber long-barreled shotgun in both hands, and he has a comfortable demeanor, needless to say, it can be seen that it is the butler Richard.

As a personal butler, according to the English aristocratic tradition, he served only one person in the family, Credina, Doy Don Wellington, and when Credina inherited the earldom, he automatically became the steward of the entire Wellington family.

The last one is a young man with shoulder-length blond curly hair, dressed in fashionable coffee-colored casual clothes, but holding a round-headed cane that is necessary for an old-school English gentleman.

It was Lord Wellington who spoke.

Although these three people are very 'stance', but this combination of old and young is really not like a robber, Zhang Chujiu pondered for a few seconds, then put away the suspended sword weapon, stood up and said, "It seems that our misunderstanding has been solved, Lord Lord."

Well, as much as I'd love to say it's an honor to know you and Mr. Bob and Butler Richard, and casually compliment you on how handsome you are wearing, it's clearly not the time to be polite.

What was the accident that killed so many people downstairs, and why did the power outage and the loss of communication make you so pessimistic that we have to fight for our lives?"

"Mouse, Mr. Zhang," Wellington said as he looked at Zhang Chujiu and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Countless rats have gnawed everyone on the first floor of the apartment into white bones.

If Bob hadn't ruined the stairs, you'd be a pile of skeletons by now. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Chujiu was stunned, listened carefully, and through the open apartment door, he heard a sharp and strange sound of 'squeaky chirping...' in addition to the crackling sound of the rainstorm.