Suzanne Gregory felt that she was absolutely unlucky, and she shouldn't have gone out.

She just wanted to go to Detective Poirot and talk about canceling her commission—just like she had done the other day.

After all, it was now clear that there had been some kind of mutation in my aunt that she didn't know about, and it was very dangerous for ordinary people. And Detective Poirot, although sometimes acting like a neurotic who thinks too much of himself, at least most of the time he is still more like a gentle gentleman, and even a little jealous and hateful. And this commission of his own is likely to put this Mr. Detective in danger.

She still remembered that her "aunt's" spur-covered claws were completely aimed at her heart, and if it weren't for the strange direction of the other party at the time, and finally injured her left arm, then she would definitely be a non-talking corpse in Newlin Manor, and maybe she would have been a victim of the bombing.

To be honest, she always felt that she didn't feel like herself when she woke up from a coma in the morning in the ruins, and she knew very well that she wouldn't be so calm in that situation.

She couldn't stand the pain from her wounds, and she couldn't help but be horrified by the situation, let alone choose to follow after seeing the gentlemen—she felt more like she had been deprived of something, numb and cold.

It's like I've just seen those people.

Yes, just like those people, those who writhe their limbs strangely, look like a bunch of puppets whose souls have been sold to the devil, singing and dancing at the manipulator's thread.

Miss Gregory couldn't help but laugh, she knew many of them, and even saw several great people who had been introduced by her father or grandfather. Now they were still dressed formally, but the canes that accompanied them were long gone, replaced by their awkward shaking of their shoulders and arms, their shoes striking a strange rhythm on the ground.

The mutation took place in a calm atmosphere, even to the point of being a little funny. But she only felt a kind of uneasiness and trembling that could not be ignored, and for a period of time she even lost some of her ability to speak.

This fear was not unreasonable, for when the moon rose, the drums from distant places inexplicably matched the sound of her heartbeat, and she basically lost control of her hands and feet, and danced to the beat with them, and sang and danced with them along the streets.

She didn't know exactly what had happened to her, but after what had happened before, she could probably guess that it was most likely related to extraordinary power.

She had no way to stop her hands and feet from dancing, so she could only find ways to change the direction she was traveling, allowing herself to gradually deviate from the dancing crowd and enter the alley.

There were no people in the alley, most likely to be watching the crowd dancing on the street outside—she had seen a group of ragged people pointing at the singing and dancing crowds, and some even laughing and imitating the dance, and then joining the crowd of singing and dancing.

She didn't know what that meant, but she at least knew she wanted to get out of the crowd and ...... Then go to church for help.

Moreover, she probably had a hunch that she was going to jump all the way to church.

A small figure burst out of the alley, and Miss Gregory was caught off guard and bumped into the other party.

"Damn it!"

Both fell to the ground, and Miss Gregory couldn't help but curse.

Except for the current situation, whenever she falls, it is not a big deal for her, at most it is just a little painful. But now her hands and feet are not under her control, and it is impossible for her to get up on her own.

She looked up at the person who had bumped into her, and the anger in her heart couldn't help but disappear.

This is a little boy with black hair and brown eyes, his facial features are very good-looking, and the running just now has a little blood on his somewhat pale face, and he seems to be a little healthier.

The boy looked up with a little panic, and looked at Miss Gregory with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You've seen Sister Pagani before?" He asked aloud.

Miss Gregory was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously grabbed the boy's arm, trying not to interfere with her movements with the shaking shoulders and arms that seemed to have her own consciousness.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her words: "Do you recognize Sister Pagani?" ”

The boy nodded a little dazedly, and then, as if realizing something, stammered a little, "Sister Pagani is a very nice person, she is very gentle. ”

Miss Gregory twitched the corners of her mouth slightly and asked, "Do you have a way to take me to her?" ”

The boy hesitated, then nodded.

He stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said, "Okay, I'll go find a trolley." ”

"Thank you, little sir, what shall I call you?" Miss Gregory couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked out loud.

The boy smiled at her and whispered, "Milo Madeleine, Sister Pagani often calls me 'Milo'. ”

......

With scarlet in her eyes, Agnes stared at the dim kerosene lamp on the wooden table not far from the room.

She could clearly feel that the full moon was affecting her, and the bloodlust and desire to kill rose in her heart, making her unleash her "werewolf" state irrepressibly, and her sharp claws pierced through the bedding and embedded it in the bed.

But at least she could think calmly, Agnes thought calmly.

This time the curse seemed a little stronger than the last one.

She probably knew what the crux was, for from the moment the drums sounded, she had smelled the smell that disgusted her, permeating the city and mixing with the air.

She was annoyed by the smell, like the buzzing of mosquitoes or flies while sleeping, not infuriating, but irritable enough.

When the drums sounded, Agnes probably knew that the Natureheart team had not succeeded in stopping their plan from carrying out their plan.

With Milo's eyes, Agnes saw the scene on the streets of the city.

It looks like a parade on some kind of celebratory day, with a certain cheerfulness, but in fact there's something weird about it – and it looks like a ritual.

Agnes could feel the waiter she had only gotten a few days ago, and Mr. Bernie had somehow joined the crowd of people singing and dancing, and was the first to start dancing - apparently still being hunted down by his former master.

She had always had a hunch that she couldn't completely eliminate the impact of the Silver Rose case on herself, but to be honest, what the other party had done so far had only affected a "werewolf waiter" who could be abandoned at any time, and she couldn't believe it was just so easy.

Agnes curled up and closed her eyes.

No matter what happens in the future, as a passive party, she can only do her best to deal with it, after all, she still doesn't know what the other party is trying to do with such a big battle.