As the night wore on, the deserted Condon Manor was silent except for the gentle breeze and the occasional barking of a dog. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the rooster crowed for the first time, Henry suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over, his pale blue eyes glittering strangely in the darkness.

He put on his clothes, lit the oil lamp, and took out four fruits from the compartment under the bed.

These fruits are round in shape, a little smaller than walnuts, with a hard seed coat, dark yellow color, and three vertical lines on the surface.

Three-eyed fruit, a common Euphorbiaceae plant in Mississippi.

On the far other side of the Pacific Ocean, it also has a magical name - Croton.

This is the method John uses to shut up Scott, insidious and direct.

Henry chopped the shell of the three-eyed fruit, ground the kernels into a fine powder with marble blocks, and then carefully wrapped them in straw paper.

It was 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, which was the time when people were most sleepy.

Henry walked out of the house and walked down a remote path to a small two-story building.

This is Mrs. Conton's special residence for Sheriff Scott, with a living room and kitchen on the first floor, and a bedroom, study and bathroom on the second floor.

Henry waited in the corner for a while, and when he was sure that there was no one around, he took off his boots and climbed up the second floor along the eaves, and along the balcony to the study.

The bare feet stepped on the carpet without making any sound, and Henry put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture to the black cat lying on the chair and pretending to sleep.

He opened the door and went into the hallway on the second floor.

There is a faint smell coming from the left-hand side, so the bedroom should be on the right.

Henry let out a few breaths to calm his breath and tiptoed through the hallway to the bedroom door on the right.

It wasn't the first time he had stolen, but somehow, at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

A dagger full of iron filings appeared in the palm of his hand, and the tip of the dagger pierced through the crack in the door and flicked at the deadbolt.

Click!

The deadbolt opened, the door loosened, and Henry's heart was lifted.

This is the closest step to success, but also the most dangerous moment, and as a stealer with a lot of experience, Henry knows exactly what lies next.

He pressed his ear to the wooden door, and remained motionless, carefully discerning the sound coming from behind the wooden door.

Ten minutes passed, and he was still motionless.

After another five minutes, Henry finally made a move as a sound of turning over from inside the room.

One hand lifts the wooden door, and the other hand presses the force and gently pushes inside.

With such a careful and cautious movement, everything is silent.

When the crack in the door reached 40 centimeters wide, Henry carefully shifted and squeezed sideways into the bedroom.

The soft snoring echoed in the air like a well-toned piece of music, and the old sheriff was unaware of it, and still lay asleep on the bed.

Seeing this situation, Henry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief,

But the next moment, a faint gaze came, and his body suddenly stiffened.

A girl, a black girl with a skin as smooth as satin, lay beside the sheriff, staring at a pair of black and white eyes, looking this way in a daze.

This......

Henry's mouth was wide open, his mind blank, and his body did not move as if it had been immobilized.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

He looked at those eyes quietly, trying to run away but couldn't move, and those eyes were also looking at him quietly, wanting to shout but closing their mouths strangely.

Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved, they just looked at each other, like two quiet stone statues.

Ten minutes later, Henry, whose body began to be sore, moved, thought about it, stretched out his index finger to make a silent gesture, and then took out two three-eyed fruits from his arms that had not yet been peeled, and gestured at the teapot.

The simple meaning was easy to understand, and those eyes seemed to understand what Henry was going to do.

Normally, she should have been born at this time, or shook her head slightly to indicate that she disagreed with this matter, but neither happened, she just lay there sideways, her eyes wide open, and watched in silence,

What does that mean?

Henry was a little confused, but time did not allow him to wait any longer, the older the person was, the later he went to sleep, the earlier he woke up, and after a little longer, the second rooster crowed, and Scott should wake up.

He gestured to the girl, carefully walked over to the table, lifted the teapot, and poured the croton powder into it.

All this was going on under the gaze of those eyes, but Henry didn't feel anything wrong, and even had an intuition in his heart that a girl of his age would not expose him, and maybe help him do it.

This kind of self-confidence, which is completely incomprehensible to normal people, appears very unreasonable, which also causes Henry, who has completed the task, to be very proud, grinning with his teeth, his mouth cracked, and his eyes narrowed into a straight line, like a wild mountain monkey who has done bad things but stinks in front of people.

The girl laughed too, thought about it, put her hand to her mouth, pointed to Scott, who was snoring quieter next to her, and then pointed to the door,

She's reminding Henry that Scott is waking up and telling him to leave.

Henry suddenly felt a little clogging in his heart, and there was a surging emotion brewing in him, and he wanted to stay here instead of the old bastard whose beard was starting to turn white.

But a knee-jerk cough pulled him back to reality.

Time to go.

Henry gritted his teeth, his face was full of reluctance, and he moved to the door step by step, and after leaving, he looked back at her deeply again, and engraved that face and those eyes in the depths of his heart.

The sound of the wooden door closing was almost inaudible, and faded away with the sound of catwalks.

The girl knew that the naughty white boy was gone.

She suddenly felt a little disappointed, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the teapot on the table.

Ten minutes later, the rooster crows sounded for the second time, and the sky began to dawn.

The girl got up from the bed and walked naked to the table, the sunlight shining through the curtains covering the thin body with a dull red makeup.

She held the teapot in her hand, her face a little struggling, and after a moment of silence, she shook it gently.

The clear stream of water slowly flowed into the cup through the spout, and the girl's heart became firm.

She returned to the bed with the teacup, pushed the half-asleep Sheriff Scott, and whispered,

"Sir, it's dawn, do you want tea?"

At this moment, Henry, who was thousands of meters away, did not know what was happening here, he was very irritable, scratching his ears and cheeks, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.

The dream was good, but when I woke up, it was terrible.

He felt stupid to death, this was the task that the eldest young master focused on, so he threw it to that strange girl for no reason, and the funny thing was that he didn't even say a word to the other party.

This is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Henry Lind, you fucking got a donkey kick in the head.