Indeed, as No. 86 said, there are people who can't sit still, but their goals seem to be different from what No. 86 expected.

In the early morning, when the morning mist has not yet been dispelled by the emerging morning sun, a group of strange "guests" break the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the cabin. Strictly speaking, they were not qualified guests, and with a "boom", the wooden door that was hidden on the door frame was kicked out again, and just as 86 stuck his head out of the blanket to figure out what was going on, his arms were already stuck in his hands.

"Unexpectedly, Al, it's you like this!" one of the vague figures scolded, "Get up, do you still want to sleep in peace? Hey, we've been tossed all morning for you!"

The sleepy-eyed 86 was roughly pulled up by several arms, but until now, he didn't know exactly what had happened. "Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" his body ached from the hard floor, but now was no longer the time to care about the details, "Mott, are you there? What the hell are these guys trying to do?" he cried out to himself.

"Of course I'm here, Boss!" the skull flew above everyone's heads, but from its expression, it looked more like a passerby, not ready to do anything about it. "I advise you not to resist, Boss, in this room, huh...... It's about ten guards! and they're all coming for you, quack quack......"

"Guards, me!" 86 shook his head violently, and when his vision gradually cleared, he realized that the group of guys holding his arms were indeed the guards of the manor, and there were even one or two people he had seen last night. "For the sake of the Lord God, for the sake of the Lord God, I think there must be some misunderstanding here, right?!" he shouted to the guards.

"Misunderstanding, we really hope it's a misunderstanding, but unfortunately, I'm afraid it's not!" replied one of the guards, "Let's go, if you're sensible enough." Don't resist, Mr. Butler and the Guards are still waiting for you!" the guard said, and the other companions took control of Number 86 and shoved him out of the cabin.

"Hell. Mott, think of a way!" said to the skull, and he couldn't even think of what was being targeted by the butler and the chief of the guard.

Mott whistled nonchalantly. "How? Do you want to stun the guards and escape from here? Leave aside whether you can do it or not, even if you escape. What about our mission?" the skull flew to the top of No. 86's head, "The best thing to do is to go with them, and you will understand everything? Don't worry, boss, with me, you won't have an accident! I swear by my ex-girlfriend!"

"Your ex-girlfriend, hell, is your ex-girlfriend still alive?!......" 86 struggled, but was frustrated to find that it was almost impossible for him to escape from the hands of nearly ten guards.

Mott froze in the air. There was a very sad expression on his face. "Unfortunately, although I think so too, she is still alive and well. ”

However, at this time, Tik Jr. chased him out of the cabin. "Sir, you, what's wrong with you?" the little boy stood a little lonely in the clearing, with a nervous look written in his eyes, "where are they taking you?"

Number 86's heart tightened. Twisting around vigorously and shouting to little Tik, "Mr. Butler has something to do with me, don't worry, little one! I'll be back soon!" but a whisper from the guard next to him made his mood sink instantly. "Do you expect to come back? Al, I'm afraid you'll never come back......"

86 remained silent and said nothing, allowing the guards to hold him down on the shoulders and walk toward the main path outside the bushes. Mott had already detached from No. 86 and disappeared into the pale white mist in the distance. They walked very fast, and it didn't take long. From the path on the right side of the main road, he bypassed the three-storey mansion in the middle of the manor, and slowed down at the corner gate behind it.

This is the entrance to the living quarters of the servants, but at this moment, No. 86 notices a different smell than usual. Numerous servants in different costumes surrounded the gate, and they were constantly looking inside through the guards in charge. But what is even more strange is that many of the servants who saw No. 86 immediately retreated to the side in horror, and even the slightly noisy scene fell into a kind of temporary dead silence. Instead of keeping their mouths shut, they pointed at Number 86 with twinkling expressions or leaned together and whispered softly.

Even the dullest ones know that something big must be going on here. What surprised No. 86 even more was that this major event was related to himself.

Passing through the gate, 86 found the narrow hallway empty, and the servants who had lived in the dormitories on either side had been driven outside. The doorway of a room at the end of the corridor was now crowded with servant leaders of modest status, as well as guards in charge of temporary guards.

The guards stopped at the door of the house with No. 86, and a guy who appeared to be the leader pushed the crowd away and walked briskly into the house. But just then, Mott jumped over the heads of the crowd and staggered out of the room. "What a wonderful morning, what a fun start...... "The skull returned to No. 86's side, and its voice turned out to be very pleasant, "Boss, you would never have imagined what was going on inside!"

Number 86 is a bit of an urge to punch someone. "Tell me what's going on!"

"Ha, you'd better see for yourself," the skull's expression was a little playful, "Actually, we've been stabbed in the back, well, it's that simple." ”

"Stabbed in the back?" Before 86 could ask any more questions, the guard who had just entered the house walked out, nodded to his companion, grabbed 86's arm, and led him into the house.

The light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and when 86 squinted his eyes slightly, and his vision gradually became clearer, he saw a slightly cruel scene. The small room was simply furnished, and a man lying stiffly on the bed, which took up the most space, was lying stiffly on his face. His neck was a dark red, and something like blood stained the sheets beneath him a dark red that could not be dissolved. The morning breeze blew in through the windows, and the dark curtains were blowing around, but even so, the smell of blood that permeated the room still penetrated No. 86's nostrils without hindrance.

"It's ?......" A figure appeared in the mind of Number 86, but before he could finish speaking, Mott's voice confirmed his suspicion. "It's Galil. Our dear Mr. Handyman!" No. 86 snorted inwardly in a blank expression, and indeed it had been a wonderful morning, as Mott had said, though it seemed a little bloody and cruel.

"Ahem...... Never before has something so cruel happened to this manor. Don't you want to say anything about that, Mr. Black?" a low, stern voice came from the shadows beside the curtain. Almost without any thought, Number 86 heard the identity of the other party - the old butler Albert. Looking up, there was no surprise. No. 86 was still beside the old butler and saw the figure of the chief of the guard, Bolles.

Number 86 frowned slightly, his expression slightly exaggerated in bewilderment. "Dear Mr. Butler, I don't seem to quite understand what you mean. ”

Albert's eyes were gloomy as he fixed on Number 86, his tall and lanky body stretched straight. After a long time, he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the curtain that kept pestering him, and raised his hand to pull it to the side. In an instant, a bright light poured in, and with the bright white light, Number 86 was sunk into the sheets. On Galil's face, he saw an eyeball that had long lost its luster.

"Mr. Galil was in his room, brutally murdered......" the old butler's voice was very cold, and the silver hair was tucked back without a trace of burr, "the murderer slit his throat with a sharp weapon, and from here," he pointed to the open window, "fled the scene." And I now have reason to believe that this tragedy has something to do with you. Mr. Al Black. ”

Number 86 looked at Galil's corpse and didn't speak, and in a way, he didn't have a trace of sympathy for the death of this scumbag. But Mott's view is clearly unique. "Tut-tut...... Take a look at this messy crime scene. Whoever the killer is, he's a tasteless guy!" The skull hung over Galil's head, looking down at the wound on his neck, "Once I met a madman on a mission, well, an elegant madman! His interest is to eat people. Well, the demons seem to have this fetish......"

The skull went around to the other side. "But he is different, he will cook a part of the victim's body into a unique delicacy through superb means!" Mott's eyes radiated a fierce look, and the two purple flames danced with great excitement, "In the pursuit of him, one of the guards was formed in a cross shape by him, and his belly was nailed to the wall! And that's not all, he wrapped white gauze around the guard's arm and made a ribbon! quack quack......" it said, "Can you imagine that scene, boss?" When the corpses of the guards appeared in front of us, I saw not cruelty, but almost divine solemnity!"

"I've been brought to the scene as a suspect, are you sure that's appropriate?......" 86 grumbled inwardly, in fact, he wanted to retch more now, not because of Galil, but because of Mott's unusually detailed description of the guard.

"Well, Boss, what do you see when blood and a religion-like aesthetic leave the most beupping brushstrokes on the sinful canvas?"

"Patient, if that's what you're talking about......" replied Number 86.

Mott shook his head. "It's a cult!' my boss!" the jaws of the skulls struck together in a string of rhythmic rhythms, "don't you think I'm more fit to be a poet?

"That's enough, Mott...... This is the second time I've asked you, are you sure your mission is for world peace?!......" 86 asked speechlessly.

However, in the face of the long "silence" of No. 86, it is obvious that some people have lost patience. "Mr. Black, silence is not the beginning of kindness. The old butler beckoned to the door, "Since you don't want to speak, let someone else speak." ”

With a brief commotion, a familiar figure trembled and entered the room. Number 86 and Mott's eyes looked at each other, and it turned out to be Rory, the Galil attendant. However, when he saw the gaze of Number 86, he was visibly trembling, and if it hadn't been for the guards holding him up from behind, he would have collapsed to the ground.

"Say what you said before, repeatedly. The old butler ordered.

"Yes, yes sir......" Rory stole a glance at number 86, "yesterday." Something unpleasant had happened to Mr. Galil and Al in his cabin the night before, and I was there at the time...... his face turned pale. He didn't dare to look at Galil's corpse at all. Al threatened to kill Mr. Galil with a dagger...... I heard it with my own ears!"

As No. 86 listened, he suddenly burst out laughing, and his behavior made the old butler frown. "Mr. Al Black. Doesn't that sound funny?"

"Of course not, dear Mr. Butler. "But, please forgive my bluntness, can you be sure that I am the murderer with just one sentence, one joke that borders on joke?" he squinted at Rory who was trembling, "What if I say now that I am going to kill Rory? I do not believe that I am responsible for the killing of Mr. Galil. ”

Number 86's words made Rory's face even paler. "No, no, Mr. Butler!, believe me, it's him, he must have killed Mr. Galil!" he suddenly shouted, "Please arrest this damned murderer!" or he'll come to me, definitely!" Rory struggled hysterically, as if in complete madness, "No! I don't want to die, I don't want to ......"

"Enough! take him out to calm down!" At the voice of the old butler, several guards immediately carried the crazy Rory out of the house. "Are you going to be silent, Mr. Black?"

"My silence stems from the same uninformed facts. I didn't even know Mr. Galil was dead until I entered this room!" 86 whispered, "I don't know what I'm going to say if you think I'm a murderer. Please show evidence, otherwise, I think this is an unwarranted slander against me. ”

The old butler stood with his hands behind his back for a long time, and he glanced at the chief of the guard next to him, in fact, from the time No. 86 entered the house to the present. Bolles didn't say a word from beginning to end, just silently locked his gaze on No. 86. "I didn't want it to come to this, but if you insist on your innocence, I think there will be evidence to shatter your lies. The old butler nodded to one of the guards at the door.

When the guard received the instructions, he first saluted the chief of the guard and the old butler, and then walked quickly to Galil's side. After this, he carefully lifted the right hand of the handyman steward, and on his fingertips hung a little solidified bright red, and a scrap or two of cloth-like crumbs.

"As you can see, Mr. Black, the blood on Galil's hands and the strips of cloth that remain are not from himself. The old butler's gaze became colder and colder, and the figure in the backlight seemed to be coated with a layer of vague darkness, "It is very likely that these things were grabbed from the murderer during the fierce fight." He said, "If you insist that you are innocent, can you have the guards examine your body?"

Number 86 pursed his lips, and everything became clear in an instant. "Mott, you're right, we did get stabbed in the back!"

Mott nodded. "Interesting, isn't it? Galil's wound was indeed cut by a sharp weapon, but not a sword or a dagger," the skull judged itself, "but the sharp claws of the blood beast......!

Number 86 picked up Mott's words. "In order to guard against a possible sneak attack again, you later stayed with me. And they directly killed Galil, who had a conflict with me, and left the rags scraped off the tongue of the blood beast and from my shoulders in the hands of the dead. Ironically, I do have injuries now. He said in his heart, "This knife is beautiful, even if it can't kill me, it will just kick me aside, and you can't make trouble for them anymore, can you?"

On the other side, the old butler's voice rang out again. "What, are you going to refuse to check? Mr. Black?"

"No need to check, in fact I do have injuries, but this has nothing to do with Galil's murder. Number 86 said, revealing the bandage on his shoulder from his shirt.

"Don't you want to explain?" asked the old butler.

Number 86 immediately shook his head. "I refuse. His answer was crisp, because whatever he said now would not have any effect on the outcome.

The old butler's answer to No. 86 was obviously a little unexpected, but soon, he sighed a little helplessly. "I don't want that, if possible, what happens on the estate, we can fix it ourselves, will be the best outcome. He said, "It's a pity that you left me no choice." Take him down and put him in custody, and when the inspector of disappearances arrives at the manor from Simache, hand over Galil's case and Mr. Black to them. ”

"Yes, sir!" several guards walked in from the outside, sandwiched No. 86 in the middle, and led them out of the room. No. 86 did not show any resistance, but he was actually communicating with the skull. "And then, what do we do?"

"Wait, Boss, since the other party wants to kick us out, then let's wait obediently!" the flame in Mott's eyes flickered, "The master once said, if you can't find the way, please be patient, and the road will find you!" Wait, wait for him to kill us, or, kill them!" Skull said, glancing at the servants and guards who were crowded outside. (To be continued.) )