When Qin Lun and Baron Albert were drinking tea and talking in the courtyard, the door of his empty guest room suddenly opened a small crack, and a figure flashed in through the crack in the door.

When the young man went out with the old butler in the morning, the time was relatively short, the curtains in the room were not opened, and the room was not well lit, and it was slightly dark.

The figure muttered softly, and pulled out a pebble-sized pearl of the night from its bosom, and the misty light re-illuminated the room. The figure seemed to be very familiar with the layout in the room, and only hesitated slightly, then walked towards the medicine box that Qin Lun had placed in the corner.

However, as soon as the figure was halfway there, his attention was drawn to a single piece of letter paper on the desk next to him. In fact, there was only one of the original stacks of sticky notes on the desk, and now there was only this one left, and the other letterheads had been disposed of by Qin Lun.

This piece of letter paper was naturally a note that was thrown off the cliff by Qin Lun first, and then returned to the desk strangely. Only this time, all the handwriting on the letter had been blacked out by him, and he could no longer read what was written on it. Qin Lun's idea is very simple, since he can't throw it away, then erase it.

The figure picked up the letter paper and examined it in the light of the night pearl, and found that the handwriting was no longer legible. However, when the figure rubbed his finger over the letterhead, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

The letterhead of this era is relatively thick, and Qin Lun is not a person from this world after all, and he is not used to using a quill, and when he writes, he penetrates the back of the paper, and as a result, there are still a few traces on the back of the letter. As long as the figure returns to his room, using charcoal or something like that, he can completely reveal the reverse handwriting on the back of the paper.

"Crack!" Just as the figure was secretly happy, there was a loud noise behind him, and a cold wind slammed into his back.

The figure stood on end with a burst of sweat, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that a window in the back of the room was wide open, and the wind blew the curtains up and fluttered.

"Shh~~" The figure breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to step away, but he stopped like a ghost, turned around and walked to the window, lifted the curtains slightly, and was about to reach out and close the doors and windows again.

"Bang!" I don't know if it was windy at the moment, but one of the small windows of the double door bounced back sharply, hitting the elbow of the figure's arm pressed on the windowsill.

"Hiss~~" The figure gasped, only to feel a tingling in his arm, and he was completely unconscious, and it seemed that he had just hit the numb tendon in his elbow.

"Oops!" The figure suddenly snorted softly, only to see that the letter paper that he was holding in his hand floated out of the window and was being blown away by the strong wind.

The figure hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, "Snort! He grabbed the letter and most of it was scattered, and he only caught a small corner.

"Unlucky!" The figure muttered hatefully, turning its head to look out the window, but a hint of confusion flashed in its eyes. He always felt that this letter paper seemed to have been torn apart by a force before he could catch it.

The figure looked at the fragment of the letter in his hand, and was helpless for a while, this is not the part with handwriting. Without the letter, the figure finally turned his attention back to the medicine box in the corner.

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Qin Lun lowered his head to drink tea, shielding his flickering gaze with the teacup. The killer is not a man of words, and under normal circumstances, he only hides himself with a gentle smile.

Although in the Moonlight Forest for half a month, the Ifrit Boguang Academy referred to the various civilizations of the Shattered Starry Sky and had many etiquette and social rhetoric for the apostles to prepare, but after all, the time was too short, and Qin Lun could not control the situation of the meeting well.

Fortunately, the old baron in front of Qin Lun was not the treacherous and cunning Goblin Elder. In the fairly frank exchange between the two sides, he finally obtained the information he cared about the most.

Baron Thomas Albert had two sons and a daughter, and his wife died young, without a renewal. The eldest son, Stephen Albert, died more than a year ago. The second son, Bonnie Albert, is twenty-four years old this year, and the third daughter, Laura Albert, is twenty years old this year.

Elizabeth Albert, the little Lori princess of the Albert family, is the youngest daughter of Stephen Albert and the granddaughter of the old baron.

To Qin Lun's surprise, the fifth member of the Albert family mentioned by the old baron did not refer to the deceased Stephen, but Stephen's other child, the old baron's grandson, Miller Albert!

The old baron invited Qin Lun over, in addition to the appreciation and gratitude to him on behalf of the Odia official, the most important thing was to ask him for treatment.

The old baron's only grandson, Miller Albert, was also infected with that terrible plague!

No wonder Laura ignored the girl's reserve, and didn't even change her outfit when she went out, just standing in the castle corridor waiting for him! No wonder Bony would question whether Qin Lun's surgery was true on an informal occasion like a dinner party!

If the sick person is their own nephew, then this qiē is justified!

Merely...... Qin Lun frowned slightly, he always felt that he still had something to miss, and there were doubts that he couldn't let go, and the one that read "Please help us!" "What's going on with the supernatural sticky notes!

"This plague is happening very quickly, and Your Excellency the Baron should have told me the bad news yesterday!" Qin Lun put down the teacup and said sternly, "Now let's go and see the situation of Young Master Miller first!" ”

Qin Lun didn't ask the old baron's opinion, he stood up directly, and interrupted the half-eaten morning tea. As a doctor, it's his right. Not to mention a baron, even if the king is in person, he can't object, otherwise, he will be suspected of murdering the patient.

"Butler Jason, please send a maid to summon my entourage, and fetch my medical kit from the guest room, and I'll go see Master Mile first!"

"As you wish!" The old butler bowed solemnly.

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The Albert family's bedrooms are on the upper floor of the main castle, and since the overall structure of the main castle resembles a tower, the higher you go, the smaller the floor area becomes. The upper floor is far away from the servants' quarters, and there are usually only a few maids who are in charge of cleaning, so it seems very deserted.

"Squeak!" The staircase leading to the upper floors of the main fort was old, and there was often an overwhelmed moan under the trampling of the crowd. Compared to the bustle and bustle of the lower levels of the main castle, this place seems to be another world, and the atmosphere seems a bit depressed and gloomy.

Jason, the old butler, led the group to the door of a bedroom near the top floor of the main castle and stopped. However, instead of opening the door, he took a few steps back and stood behind the group.

Qin Lun was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it, took a step forward, and took the initiative to twist the doorknob.

"Don't!" Seeing Qin Lun's movements, Baron Albert and the old butler behind him all exclaimed, they all seemed to have forgotten to tell the young doctor something.

Fortunately, as soon as Qin Lun pushed open the door, his face changed, he quickly stepped back, "snapped", closed the door again, turned around and scolded his face: "What's going on?" Why is there such a strong smell of epidemic in the room! ”

Baron Albert and the old butler looked at the doctor's ugly face, and suddenly smiled bitterly, without blaming Qin Lun for his verbal faux pas.

"Go get some alcohol and a wet towel!" Looking at the expressions of the two of them, who wanted to speak and stopped, Qin Lun said with a straight face.

Don't look at his fierce words, with the situation just now, even if Qin Lun scolded, it would not be too much. As soon as he entered the door just now, the death list warned him that the environment in the room was not suitable for human life, and Yan zhòng Cheng dù was comparable to the original Stan Xiaolou.

You must know that Wellington Stein, the plot ontology replaced by Qin Lun, died in this polluted environment, and even the strong hunchbacked servant Frank almost hung up.

After the servant downstairs fetched a towel and alcohol, the hunchbacked servant arrived with a medical kit, followed by two other Alberts, Laura and Bonie. It's just that I didn't see Elizabeth's little girl, probably because everyone didn't want her to come into contact with patients.

Qin Lun wet the towel with alcohol, covered his mouth and nose, and re-entered the room. The windows of the room were opened as quickly as possible, so that the strong wind outside the castle could blow away the poisonous gases that had accumulated inside.

Watching the doctor's movements, the members of the Albert family looked at each other tacitly, but did not express any opinion. Although the old butler Jason was at first ready to speak, he was stopped by Baron Albert with his eyes.

When there were no more warnings of continuous injury on the death list, Qin Lun walked into the bedroom again and looked at a little boy lying on the brocade bed.

Miller Albert, ten years old, the second youngest member of the Albert family, grandson of Baron Thomas Albert, the eldest son of mission target Stephen Albert, the nephew of Bony and Laura, and the elder brother of Elizabeth!

The little boy who was unconscious in bed was pale, his body was thin, and his limbs were as thin as wood. Under the wide sheets, there is almost no contour of the human body. If it weren't for his little head exposed outside the sheet, no one who entered the room would probably not have realized that there was a living person lying in it.

Qin Lun sat on the wooden stool brought by Frank and carefully examined the little guy, and a strange color slowly appeared in his eyes.

The little boy had a little green liquid in his mouth, and his lips and tongue were a little green, and he was indeed suffering from that strange disease.

However, unlike the plague patients Qin Lun had seen in Odia Town, although the little boy was in a coma, his breathing was steady, his heartbeat and pulse were steady and powerful, and he did not look like a dying patient at all.

In the process of examining Miller's body, Qin Lun also found a very interesting place, the little boy actually had bedsores on his back! How long the hell has he been in this bed, a month? Two months? Or more than a year......

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Qin Lun's mouth! It's so much fun! Could it be that this little boy is ......