Sasha and Beelzebub returned to their room, they were tired, fortunately the villa had enough bathrooms to make them need to use a shower faucet or a bathtub at the same time, but they still chose to sleep in the same bed, not for Beelzebub, but for Sasha, the air in Las Vegas was still restless in danger and restlessness, and no one could predict what would happen in the next moment. ☆．☆

Schipkins was able to deal with most adults, even some of the Adepts, when he was awake, but he had to rely on instinct when he was asleep, but he couldn't open a barrier between his fingers that was strong enough to resist the close-range fire of a machine-gun bullet like Beelzebub did.

The children slept deeply, Sasha couldn't remember when he fell asleep, like he didn't know how he woke up, he opened his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and waited for his brain and body to be fully awake. They hadn't lowered the light brown curtain beside their bed before they went to bed, and the way it hung from the pole reminded Epkins of the vines that had wrapped around the tropical trees, and that's how he had watched them wake up a hundred times—only that he had always slept in his father's arms, or the red-bearded she-monkey would have tried to steal him—and it had succeeded. Sasha looked at the ceiling covered by a mist-like curtain and smiled softly, Beelzebub was beside him, his body was always hot, at least two to three degrees Fahrenheit higher than Sasha's body became colder with age, and the heat flowed from the boy's dark brown skin and the inside of his body, and even if he didn't touch it, he could feel the strong and exuberant vitality. Sasha tentatively moved his fingers, touching Beelzebub's skin—almost immediately, Beelzebub's heartbeat changed, and between the thick black eyelashes, the golden light flowed unusually fast, and Sasha touched him again. The touch was soothing, and Beelzebub's muscles relaxed, and he lazily curled his lips, rolled over, and buried himself in a fluffy goose-down pillow, indicating in a silent language that he still wanted to sleep for a while.

Sasha tiptoed out of bed, and given the Adept's unconventional hearing, he went downstairs and finished washing in an empty guest room, where he found new socks in the closet. Although it is worn by adult men, it is not too big at all because of its excellent elasticity. Sasha sat down on the edge of a clean, soft bed and dressed them - the floor of the villa, whether it was marble, floor, or carpet, was laid with a plumbing system, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Tons of hot water flow in the pipes buried in the concrete floor slabs, ensuring that the surface material that covers them is always maintained at a comfortable temperature – but Sasha likes to wear socks, cotton or wool, stretchy, and the feeling of being gently grasped and squeezed calms him down quickly.

The small clock on the bedside table indicated that it was only about half past four in the morning. As Sasha walked through the living room, he caught a glimpse of the sky outside that was still pitch black, and that the lights in the courtyard were mostly off. But there are still about half a dozen lights on, and their light is mostly projected on the bushes and the water surface of the pool, which does not interfere with the sleep of the guests, and the better concealed atomizing nozzles have already begun to work, and the droplets of water sprayed under high pressure are no more than ten microns in diameter. By the time the sun rises, droplets of water that evaporate rapidly under the action of a sharply rising temperature can cause the surroundings to drop by about 3-7C in a matter of seconds. In addition, the dust and debris that permeate the forest will also be caught by these small droplets, forming a thick, snow-white mist - when the fog clears, the surrounding air will become clean and moist.

In the daytime, the kitchen of the villa is bright, spacious, and everything is in order, but at night it looks a little eerie, cold and unkind, the mirrored or brushed stainless steel floors and walls are spotless, there is not a single finger print on them, the number and variety of knives and pots stand in their places coldly like strangers, the reflection on them is like a twinkling eye.

Catherine sat by the window, where there was a table for the final plating, on which was a near-open bottle of wine, facing inward, and Sasha couldn't tell if it was wine or whiskey—but he soon realized that the bottle was square, and that it was rare for wine to be in this shape, and that it was supposed to be a bottle of whiskey. There were no glasses, and next to the bottle was a shiny white porcelain plate with a few bare olive pits and dark soot, rows of neatly arranged black cigarette butts, and the kitchen was filled with an excessively rich aromatic smell like aromatherapy oil, which Sasha sniffed carefully, only a cigar called "Black Devil" from the southern archipelago of the Western Continent could have this smell, this cigar was not cheap, and it seemed that Catherine's recent economic situation had been quite good.

"Institutions" have always been generous, tolerant and gentle to useful people.

Catherine, who had been looking out the window before, heard the voice, turned her head, and when she found out who had come, she reflexively put out the cigar between her index and middle fingers, and about a third of the remaining cigar was in the porcelain plate, and then stared at Sasha stupidly for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly poured the last bit of whiskey into the ashes, and threw the bottle under her feet.

The bottles landed on the polished marble, and the sound of the collision was as loud as a bell.

Catherine jumped to her feet and knocked over the chair, which fell to the ground with a louder noise.

The well-dressed butler appeared at the kitchen door at the right time, and Sasha shook his head, and he stepped back, closing the kitchen door with understanding.

"Want to talk to me?" Sasha said, "Catherine."

Catherine's reaction wasn't as quick as usual, and maybe she didn't want to talk to anyone at this time, but as Sasha thought, she wouldn't pass up the opportunity - look, just the two of them, no Anthony. Hopkins, and Beelzebub either. Compared to Sandi, there is no other mess of big and small characters.

"Okay...... Talk about. Catherine said a little awkwardly, she lifted up the chair, lifted the hem of her pajamas and wiped the surface of the chair, Sasha noticed that she was barefoot, her hair was still a little damp, she probably just took a shower and came down to drink and smoke, and she didn't even bother to dry her hair.

"Would you like something else?"

"Whatever—no alcohol."

Sasha opens the side-by-side freezer, which is big enough to hold four Catherines or six Sasha, and the drinks inside are dazzling: "How about a mix of juice concentrates?"

"Uh...... Okay," Catherine hadn't heard of the sign, "thank you."

The drink brought by Sasha was very dark in color, and Catherine took it and tasted it in a small way, it was black mulberry, sour and sweet, and had a rich flavor. Sasha uses a chunky glass with thick walls and a little broken Xiaoice in it. Catherine put the cup between her hands and turned around, she didn't know where to find a topic, they had been separated for several years, a while ago they had met in a hurry at boarding school and concerts, and it was less than two hours before and after, she had seen the information provided by the "agency", Sasha had grown up, was healthy, good at swimming, had excellent academic performance, and was loved by her teachers, but unfortunately she had few friends, only one less, and Catherine blamed it on Anthony. Hopkins and Beelzebub. Bisandi, completely forgetting that he and his sister Catherine did not have many close friends.

And his abilities, the ability hadn't changed, but it had increased, and she had already experienced it herself.

Sasha pulled the chair across from her and sat across from her, knee to knee. He was already a big boy, lanky, and his voice was a little strange in the early stages of his voice change, but fortunately he didn't quack like a duck like the boys Catherine remembered—it resembled a low hoarse cry after a long cry, and Sasha was known to be a beautiful boy, and the combination of the two could easily make people who didn't know the truth feel pity and pity.

No one can imagine how terrifying his ability is - his ability cannot directly kill a person, not even a small insect, but with his help and prompting, even Catherine, who was originally for assistance and investigation, can kill, silently, without a trace of blood, without a little effort.

"You're not too happy, Catherine." Sasha said, with hissing aftermath, Catherine forced herself not to think of her father, Anthony the Ghoul. Hopkins.

"Nothing...... I mean, I'm used to it......" Catherine said, taking a long sip of her drink, and before she could swallow it was a wisp of dark liquid oozing out of her closed lips, she coughed and choked, covering her face with her palms.

"Yes, I thought you had killed." Sasha said, reaching over and gently brushing the back of his fingers against Catherine's forehead, which was so cold that Catherine shivered.

“…… I'm sorry......" Catherine's voice sounded tired and weak: "I'm sorry, it's nothing to do with you...... It's just, there's ...... And ......" she didn't notice - her abilities got out of control at the end, and some of the Celestial Globe gamblers died or became vegetative, mostly elderly, and ...... Child.

"They're about your age." One boy, two girls. Their bodies are intact, they have breathing, pulse, blood pressure, and normal body temperature, but their brains have stopped functioning. Doctors said they might wake up in the future, but Catherine knew no, they would never open their eyes, talk, stand and walk again.

"But not innocent." Sasha grabbed Catherine by the hair and made her look at herself, the boy's purple eyes black in the dim light without the slightest impurity: "They watched and expected us to die with the same elation, everyone made a bet, Catherine, no lamb, no lamb."

((One second to remember)