Agnes jumped off the roof with a slight smile. She remembered the bloodstained utensils scattered on the floor of the doorway, and the muscles on her face twitched.

She had been here for a while, and just in time to see Milo seriously injure the man who broke into the house with the help of the mechanism she had placed in the room, and then stepped forward and cut the man's neck with a knife, and the man only had time to let out a scream in the whole process.

To be honest, the trap set up by Milo is really ruthless, and it is fatal to ordinary people who don't have extraordinary strength.

When the man opened the door and walked into the room, he touched a fishing line that was difficult for ordinary people to see, and when he walked to the door, a sheet flew down from the roof and covered the man's head. After a few slight rolling sounds, above the head, several hammers, kitchen knives and cleavers hooked by the fishing line fell down, directly opening the man's scoop, and several toy darts tied to syringe needles flew from all directions with the sound of the wind and stabbed the man's body fiercely.

To be honest, Agnes felt like she was compared to Milo, who had mastered the skill of killing with items at her fingertips.

Milo looked a little annoyed, he let go of his hand, threw the man on the ground, stood up, bowed to Agnes with his chest, and said with some apologies, "I'm sorry, Lady Poyesia, for letting you see this, I was going to throw the garbage in the basement before you came." ”

"Who is this man?" Agnes asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Gangsters on the street." Milo looked at the man who fell to the ground with a look of disgust, and said softly, "Since the news of Daniel's 'disappearance' came, he has tried to break into my house several times. ”

"Well," said Agnes, looking at Milo and smiling, "So these traps are for people who break into your house without permission?" ”

Milo looked at Agnes and nodded earnestly.

"Yes, no matter who."

"Alright," Agnes stared at Milo for a moment, then finally shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Do you need me to help you dispose of his body?" ”

"No," Mi Luo shook his head and refused, "You are a guest, and disposing of the garbage is the master's business, and it should not be thrown to the guest to do." ”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, grabbed the man's shoulders again, and continued to drag the man towards the basement, Agnes watched Milo's movements helplessly, and then turned and walked back to the living room.

The living room wasn't a mess, all the mechanisms the man touched were aimed at his own location, and he didn't make it through the hallway, the only trace he left in the living room was the dent of the fishing line that had been embedded in the wall.

Agnes walked over to the couch and sat down, her gaze leisurely swept over the alternating lines in the air, and nodded slightly.

Milo returned to the living room once, cleaned the blood from the door, put several utensils back in place, and then went back to the room to change clothes once before sitting next to Agnes.

"I've kept you waiting, Lady Poyesia." Milo said to Agnes with a serious face, looking like a little adult, looking like just a child trying to pretend to be mature, but what he just did was not something that a normal child could do.

"It's not a long time, but since there's nothing else to do, let's take advantage of this beautiful evening to talk openly, Monsieur de Madelan," Agnes never considered Milo to be a normal ten-year-old child, and she looked at Milo calmly and said, "When we met this afternoon, a mysterious connection arose between us. ”

Truth be told, Milo is the first time Agnes has resonated with someone who is still able to live a normal life, even though Agnes doesn't think Milo is a normal person. In a way, this was the first time she had the opportunity to communicate with the person she was empathizing with through words about what the other person felt through the empathy.

"Yes, it's a mysterious connection." Milo said as she looked at Agnes with a strange smile.

"What do you feel?" Agnes asked, looking at Milo.

"My pain and joy have connected with you, and you have set your eyes on me; I can trade all my joys and sorrows for my own climbing, or let myself keep falling, waiting for you to embrace me. Milo said to Agnes with a slight smile.

"So what do you want to choose?" Agnes asked, frowning.

"Your hug carries a temptation to me that is beyond all else." Milo said with a hint of yearning.

"It doesn't sound like a good choice." Agnes said with some confusion.

"No, that's what I want." Milo looked at Agnes' frowning brow in confusion, and explained with a smile: "I don't want to abandon those sorrows and joys, maybe those sorrows and joys bring me pain and madness, so that I can't think rationally many times, and I will not be careful enough and fall into danger; But it's precisely because of that that I think it's really interesting to be able to sabotage their ideas and disappoint their expectations, and I can't resist the temptation. ”

"Who are they?" Agnes asked.

"Didn't you guess?" Milo asked, a little confused.

"They are my parents." He didn't pay much attention to Agnes's words, and spoke directly.

Agnes couldn't help but frown and didn't speak.

"It's ridiculous, they think it's a lucky thing for me to be a natural half-sequence nine." Milo said with a slight sneer.

"But from when I was a child, that strange murmur almost always haunted my ears, so that I could not hear them or Daniel, Mrs. Wellington, Mrs. Morris, they even thought I was born deaf."

"I cried because of those babbles, because I couldn't sleep because of those babbles, but they just thought that I was born to cry and make noise, and every time I cried, they would just throw me aside, and when I quieted down, only Daniel would come and coax me and hold me."

"It wasn't until I grew up and finally learned to recognize the words of others from that inescapable whisper, and I still remember the first time I heard Daniel sing me a lullaby, and even though I couldn't understand what he was singing at the time, I could feel him trying to soothe me."

"When I first started, I couldn't hear people clearly, I couldn't go to school, and they didn't care, only Daniel told me to read every day after class with his old textbook."

"But they, they want to sacrifice Daniel!"

"They thought an eight-year-old couldn't understand what they were saying? Especially me, who didn't learn to speak until three or four! ”

"They're damned!"

Milo's face was a little hideous, and Agnes listened to Milo's story without saying a word.