It's all over, the ones who should be alive are alive, the damned are dead, the ones who should be left are staying, and things are going as perfectly as planned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But John was not happy, and could not find a reason for his displeasure, so he looked in all directions, and stopped when his eyes fell on the pile of corpses that began to stink under the scorching sun.

John frowned slightly, looked disgusted, and then fell silent.

After extracting the soul energy from the three wolf corpses, he left Henry to deal with the aftermath and returned to the villa alone.

The heavy carved doors slowly opened, sunlight streamed through the cracks to illuminate the ornate carpets, and the marble-clad living room was as cold as ever, as if no one had ever lived there.

A few black slave girls who were hiding in the corner and shivering came up cautiously, and when they saw that it was John who opened the door, they couldn't help but cry sadly.

"Is there anyone else in the villa besides the four of you?" John asked aloud,

The eldest slave girl hurriedly shook her head and said, "Madam and the housekeeper went out, the one-eyed man and the second young master also escaped through the back window, and there is no one else in the house." ”

"Hmm!"

John nodded slightly, missed his body, and let them go.

The chaotic footsteps had just passed, and the faint scent of gardenia followed.

"Why are you here?" John didn't look back, knowing who was coming.

"What? As your bodyguard, can't I enter this villa? ”

Gretel came from behind, and as she went, she looked at the rich, richly decorated three-story villa with the eyes of a poor man.

"Tsk! The life of the rich is different, and even the candlesticks hanging on the walls are painted with gold dust. ”

John ignored her, walked through the living room, and down the stairs to the small reception room on the second floor, the familiar room was still the same as he remembered, but the person in his memory was nowhere to be seen.

Walk to the left, and follow the corridor to the westernmost south house,

John unscrewed the rusty handle and pushed the door open, and the rotting smell of dust swept over him, covering the furniture, and it was only when he looked closely that he could make out what was buried underneath.

Old clothes, broken furniture, useless counters, and large piles of household waste.

All the images in my memory are gone, except for the Bentri piano in the corner that has always been in my memory.

Gretel poked her head out and looked at the room curiously, and after seeing the easels piled up in the corners and a few semi-finished products with unique painting styles, she vaguely understood something.

"This is your bedroom!"

"Hmmm! Ever. ”

John nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, moved a stool from the conference room and sat down in front of the piano, lifted the tablecloth on the piano's exterior, and pushed the somewhat worn lid up.

When the fingers are placed on the keys, familiar sensations pass from the fingers to the mind and then spread throughout the body.

A finger pressed, a hoarse tone sounded, and the piano that had been with him for a long time was no longer good.

John sighed, his fingers moved, and a song "Childhood" came out leisurely.

The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the room, carrying the memories of her youth and the passing years, and Gretel was fascinated by it, and gradually froze her face, leaning motionless against the door frame.

Outside the villa, the hired workers who were disposing of the corpses stopped one after another, quietly enjoying the music with sadness and reminiscence, as the sound penetrated the heart, some pictures buried in the bottom of the heart suddenly appeared, the vitality of the youth, the chic of the youth, the sorrow of the middle-aged, the memories forgotten in the passage of time like a river bursting the embankment is out of control,

"It's the eldest young master!"

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've heard the eldest young master play the piano."

"What is this tune, why haven't I heard it?"

"I don't know, maybe the eldest young master has a feeling."

"Actually, the eldest young master is quite pitiful."

I don't know who said a word, and everyone fell silent, and then fell silent.

……

Three hours later, with the corpses piled on the ground gone, the main villa was once again in its former beauty, and no one could guess what had happened here except for the faint stench of the grass and trees.

In the easternmost room on the third floor, a shrill cry rang out, and Ann Lila Condon woke up and screamed in horror.

"Blake, Joe!"

She tried to sit up from the bed, but was pulled back by the chains that were tied around her wrists.

"Damn, what bastard would dare to help me, I don't want to live anymore."

An Lila scolded angrily, and when she accidentally saw the figure sitting in the corner, her expression immediately froze.

"You, how could it be you! Why you! She cried out in horror, despair in her eyes.

John put down the glass in his hand and peeked out of the shadows,

"Why can't it be me, who else in this manor can tie up the arrogant and domineering Mrs. Condon!"

"Damn bastard, what about Blake? What about Joe? Where did they go, why didn't they come? ”

Alila cried out and struggled, but with her strength, how could she break through the chains made of wrought iron.

John stood there silently, watching her cry for help, watching her struggle, waiting until her strength was exhausted, and then he spoke,

"Just now, I wrote down what had happened during this time into a letter addressed to Mr. Conton, who was being treated in Memphis, and if nothing else, he would receive it the night after tomorrow, and he would be back the night after tomorrow." After a pause, John suddenly laughed and said,

"If I were you, what I was most concerned about now was not Blake or Qiao, but how to meet the monstrous anger of betrayal by my wife?"

"Good luck! Dear Mrs. Condon, ”

John smiled, picked up his cane, leaned slightly, and got up to walk out.

"Wait!"

At this time, An Lila suddenly raised her head and asked in a trembling tone,

"What about Blake and Joe, how are they, are they dead?"

John frowned, a sudden anger appeared in his eyes, he tightened his cane, and shouted in a deep voice,

"Lady Ann Lila, your husband is Derek Condon, not Joe, and not Andrew, before you ask me questions, you better recognize yourself,

Otherwise, I can't help but kill you. ”

The murderous words echoed in the quiet cabin, looking at the incomparably hideous face, An Lila's body trembled uncontrollably, lowered her head, and whispered,

"I just want to know if they're alive?"

"You can guess for yourself!"

John glanced at her coldly, if she hadn't been killed and couldn't explain to that father, this woman would have died a long time ago.

Doors open, close, and lock.

John beckoned to the two black slave girls who were waiting not far away, and when they came, he handed them the key to the door and said sharply,

"Take care of Madame, and remember, don't talk to her, not a word! Do you understand? ”

"Got it!"

The two black slaves nodded hurriedly, nervous, they had heard of John's deeds, and they were in awe of him.

"It's good to know!"

Using his cane, John walked down the third floor to the living room on the right side of the first floor.

The eight-metre-long table was filled with sad-looking Condon Manor residents, most of whom were relatives of the deceased, and some of them were plantation managers.

John put down his cane and sat down at the end of the long table.

From now on, he is the owner of this plantation.

ps:Today, I corrected the previous sentences that were not smooth, the words were inappropriate, and the plot was not rigorous.,If you're interested, you can read it again.,What omissions can tell me.,

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