"Still, you've just woken up, so it's best not to drink." I said, holding her hand.

"Oh, please..."

"I'm thinking about your body." I replied calmly. I DON'T WANT MISS KIT TO BE AN ALCOHOLIC.

"Hey, okay!" She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

"Let me tell you, the one who kidnapped you should be the messenger of the crow." I thought to myself, oh, no! I walked around behind her and handcuffed her hands to the chair with hemp rope.

"You're not Miss KIT," I said categorically, "Miss KIT is an old drunkard, and it is impossible for me not to choose not to drink because of my words." Moreover, she hates drinking Scotland the most, not to mention that our family has never been Scottish! ”

"But I said the code!" The transfigurant said.

"I told another person about the code, and that was Miss Chris, a friend of Miss Kit." I said confidently, "So who the hell are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's not Chris anyway." The Transfigurant said.

"I know that, because Miss Chris never drinks. Allergic to alcohol! I looked at her sharply.

"Don't even think about interrogating me!" The disguiser pulled a knife from his cuff and easily cut the rope.

The man jumped out of the window and fled.

When I looked down, there was no one. Suddenly, a dagger cut the hair on my sideburns, and I was shocked. Looking to the side, there were a pair of red eyes like crows, snow-white hair tied in a bunch, and a face almost similar to Miss Chris's, bloodless, and even thinner than Miss Kerry.

She exuded murderous aura all over her body, and she landed steadily on the table with a side kick and a big jump. She lifted her right leg and stepped on my arm, hiss, it hurt me to death! She broke my arm and dislocated it.

"You're not Miss Chris! Miss Chris's right leg can't be lifted at all! I fought back the pain and fear, and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, since you have found out, then you can go and meet your ancestors tonight." She said close to my ear.

Suddenly, a crow flew in from the window, and it rested firmly on the woman's shoulder.

She removed the letter that was tied to the raven's leg, and I looked at it with my last hope, and it read something along the lines:

Please stop immediately...... Miss, otherwise .......

Emissary of the Crow

The woman gave me an angry look and jumped out of the window to escape.

As I fled, I heard the music box in her cuff make the same sound as the Bell Keeper and the Raven Bringer.

I simply pressed my joint back and the pain made me scream. I immediately calmed down, and it seemed to me that white hair, red pupils, and night outings all this only meant that the person was leukemia!

Maybe she's related to Miss Chris, after all, the two of them look alike.

No matter, I didn't expect to be deceived twice.

The main thing now is to find out where the hell that group of people tied up Miss KIT.

yes, I just don't understand.

The five people who died these days were all men, and they all had one thing in common, that is, they all lived on the same street.

So the next person to die must have been the one who lived on that street, but why only those people were killed? I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE MISS KIT WILL GIVE ME SOME INSPIRATION.

Suddenly, I remembered the piano piece that struck me so familiar, and I decided to go to a nearby theater to find out. It just so happened that the organ had just been tuned in the theater at noon today.