The manor is usually filled with birds chirping at night, and the singing of birds and flowers is an enchanting scene that seems to be completely different from the bustling city of Norwich. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's just such a view, but now I can't see it anymore.

The manor was as quiet as a haunted mansion, and even the hounds raised by them did not bark much, and I really didn't know how Grant trained him. As for the birds, they haven't appeared for a long time, and they can probably smell the murderous aura emanating from the manor, and even if they pass by, they all fly around, and they don't dare to stay longer.

Any bird means a feast to the policemen, whether it is fried or fried, as long as it is made by Chef Naqil, it must be delicious and perfectly suited to their taste.

During this time, there were as many as two or three hundred birds of various species that died in their hands, and it was no wonder that no birds dared to appear near the manor. As for the ways of catching birds, there are many kinds of birds, and in summary, the trapping method has the highest chance of success.

At this time, the pitch-black manor, coupled with the rare movement, made the atmosphere of slaughter a little stronger.

The manor has its own power system, and the source power is naturally those generators, and under the planning of old Harry and another electrician, the power system of the manor is almost perfect. It's just that even the estates are not generous when it comes to the energy consumption of gasoline and diesel.

At night, torches become an essential lighting tool. Of course, this is limited to the internal use of the police force, after all, a single fire may burn the entire manor to ashes, and the source of the fire naturally cannot be handed over to those survivors so easily, in case it can be taken advantage of by the unscrupulous.

With the exception of torches, there are only a few rooms where candles can be used, such as Pierre's bedroom, and the infirmary in front of you.

Standing in the hallway, you can see a glimmer of light in the infirmary, and it seems that there are still people at this time.

"Doctor, then I'll go first."

Alexia gathered up the medical supplies on the table and stood up to say goodbye to Dr. Hall.

Dr. Hall lives in the infirmary, and Alexia naturally can't afford to stay overnight, so she has a private room of her own in the villa.

"Well," Dr. Hall agreed, placing the newspaper on the table and looking up at Alexia, "go back and rest early, see you tomorrow." ”

Dr. Hall's voice was as deep as ever, a voice peculiar to middle-aged men. Alexia sometimes even thinks that if the world were normal, Dr. Hall would be a very popular tryst with women.

Although Dr. Hall never mentioned it, Alexia guessed that he was not married, let alone had children. Because if that were the case, Alexia believed that Dr. Hall wouldn't be sitting in the infirmary drinking tea and reading the newspaper all day without care.

Single, few words, vicissitudes, composure, calm, mature, etc., these are the traits that Dr. Hall embodies, which can be described as a fatal allure for women.

However, Alexia was just thinking about it, and she only had a mentor-apprentice relationship with Dr. Hall, and no other feelings. She is grateful to Dr. Hall for giving her a chance to enter the infirmary and for teaching her a lot of clinical experience. In her daily life, Dr. Hall also took care of her, which made Alexia gradually like life on the estate.

"Oh, yes."

Alexia had just walked to the door when she suddenly remembered something and looked back at Dr. Hall, who had picked up the newspaper again.

"Yesterday we went to do a routine check-up on Director Pierre, and I heard that someone seems to have come to us, and someone must be sick."

Dr. Hall lifted his glasses, not putting down the newspaper this time.

"Don't worry, if it's urgent, they'll definitely come back again."

"Hmm... All right. ”

Alexia nodded.

Dr. Hall is good at everything, but unfortunately he doesn't pay much attention to his patients, and if he has to pick some shortcomings from him, he may be too indifferent, Alexia thought silently in her heart.

"Goodbye, doctor."

Alexia turned and pushed the door out, only to crash into someone's arms.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

The kind-hearted Alexia hurriedly apologized, but when she looked up at the person in front of her, her face immediately changed several times.

How could it be him...

Brooke looked at Alexia, who was only up to his chest, with a dangerous look in his eyes. Alexia just glanced at it, and immediately lowered her head.

The look was creepy, and the cold sweat flowed.

"Off work?"

Brooke's voice was hoarse, as if he had smoked too much, and Alexia could clearly smell the strong smell of smoke coming from him.

"Hmm." Alexia didn't look up, but replied softly.

She was now worried about whether this devil would embarrass herself.

The corners of Brooke's mouth raised, his eyes still grim, and he staggered to open the door.

"Be careful, it's late at night."

As words came out of Brooke's mouth, Alexia shuddered. It's obviously a word of concern, but it makes people feel even more uneasy.

"Hmm..."

Alexia didn't dare to raise her head, and hurriedly left the infirmary.

Brooke stared at the girl's distant back for a moment, then kicked the door open and walked in.

Brooke was the only one who dared to come to the infirmary like this, and Dr. Hall didn't look up, continuing to look at the newspaper in his hand.

Brooke was in no hurry to speak to him, puffed out a cigarette and lit it, and sat down on the table in front of Hall. It wasn't until the smell of smoke filled the room that Hale put down the newspaper with a frown.

"This is the infirmary."

Knowing that it was futile, Hall glared at Brooke.

Sure enough, Brooke sneered, and instead sucked deeper.

"The infirmary? It's just a little corner of hell..."

Dr. Hall didn't answer Brooke's words, got up and opened the window. A gentle breeze diluted the smell of smoke, and Dr. Hall's brow widened.

"March 8th?" Brooke caught a glimpse of the date on the newspaper, "Women's Day? Haven't you read this issue? ”

Brooke remembers seeing Hall reading this issue of the newspaper.

"That means you should bring me some new newspapers." Hall choked.

"I'm sorry," Brooke didn't have the slightest look of sorry on his face, "I haven't been out in a while. ”

Ignoring the guy's insincere apology, Hall sat back in his chair and crossed his legs to look at Brooke.

"Bipolar disorder is getting better?"

Hall tried to have some general doctor-patient conversation.

"I'm not sick." Brooke pressed the cigarette butt to the table and extinguished it, and replied with a grim face.

"I'm not sick, so what are you doing here?" Dr. Hall asked impatiently, looking at the black scorch marks left on the table.

Brooke's disgraced eyes flashed and he sneered a few times.

"Hey, of course... Murder. ”

(To be done!) ）