At 11:30 p.m., a conversation was taking place in the hallway of the Cambridge Hospital.

"What is your relationship with the suspect?"

"I was his supervisor and fired him the other day."

"What was the suspect's expression at the time?"

"He was upset and angry. He probably didn't want me to witness him rob. ”

"What did the suspect say?"

"He first said I had hurt him, and then he said, 'It's too late'. Then he shot himself in the head. ”

……

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your cooperation, good night."

"Good night."

Qingyi sat on a bench and watched wearily as the two policemen left. But he immediately remembered that he couldn't do this, and told himself: Yes, I'm calm. His face was still not good-looking, but his expression was flawless. He is more like he has just failed an important written exam, not like he has experienced a catastrophe of life and death, and even less like he saw an acquaintance shoot himself.

Dora, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly walked over and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" The police are like this, they like to ask questions, and they don't care about other people's feelings. ”

"Let's go back." Qingyi Road.

"Good. Do you want me to help you? ”

"No, you don't." Qingyi looked at the wound. Luckily, both shots only scratched their own skin, and apart from the severe pain they fell into during the disinfection, there was no major problem. After the doctor bandaged him a few times, he was thrown to the police, showing how small the injuries were.

When I walked to the entrance of the hospital, I saw Mr. Smith sweating all over his head. He came up and looked Qingyi up and down before he was relieved: "Zhang, thank God." I really didn't expect things to turn out like this. ”

"I'm fine, sir. Thank you for your concern. Qingyi smiled (his pale face made his smile very reluctant).

"Then you should go back and rest early. Wait until you're healed before you go to work. Mr. Smith patted his uninjured shoulder and said with relief, "Everything will be fine." ”

Get better......

When Qingyi sat in Dora's car, the word kept ringing in his ears. He stared out the window at the view, motionless.

"Shouldn't you be overly frightened...... "Dora asked tentatively, "Zhang, do you need to let Mrs. Green know?" ”

Qingyi's voice came ethereally: "Tell her tomorrow, I don't want her to sleep badly." She cares more about others than about herself, but she's old enough to worry less. ”

"Hmm." Dora nodded, unable to find a topic for a while, so she simply gave up. Qingyi's emotions seemed to infect her, making her look worried.

The 7-11 room passed by the sight, the lights were all out, and the door was obviously closed. The motorcycle at the door was lonely and could no longer wait for its owner. This was a very sad scene, but Qingyi didn't shed tears, he just looked out the window indifferently, not knowing what he saw.

When I got home, it was after 12 o'clock, and I should go to bed. But Qingyi didn't feel sleepy. He stood there when he entered, the lights not on, and seemed to merge with the darkness.

Then he walked over to the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me."

"What's the matter?"

"Someone killed himself in front of me just now."

"It's normal. Are you hurt? ”

"Two minor injuries."

"Stay safe in the future. Americans have one gun per person, it's not safe, you should come back early. ”

"Hmm."

"Do you hear that?"

"I hear you."

The phone hung up.

Qingyi let out a long breath, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then went to bed. He had a hunch that he would have a good dream tonight.

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"Something is wrong!"

Perls was sitting in his room, reciting the Twilight Canon, when the door suddenly opened. There was only one person who could break into the room without permission at this time, and that was the owner of the mansion, Viscount Carl. Karl's expression was complicated, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his face was covered with sweat, I don't know whether he was happy or nervous. He wore only a single coat, which was soaked with sweat and clung to his body.

Putting down the heavy bronze book, Perls got up and went to the sofa in the corner of the room: "Sit down." ”

"The Knights of the Iron Hoof have arrived in Astant, and are about to cross the border to Olquila! They slain countless witches and druids in Astendt and burned them on the Iron Cross, a revelation that sparked a wave of wrath among the adventurers! Tsk, what a dare to do it, even the most desperate adventurer dares to provoke, is it burning out your brain......" Carl sat on the sofa, and the sofa immediately creaked and muffled, and he almost didn't sit down.

Perls didn't speak, but his eyes lit up terribly.

Olquila has never had anything to do with the Holy See, so much so that there is not even a single church in the territory. It wasn't until the "lost five years", when the town was rebuilt, and a missionary took the opportunity to mediate a dispute to spread the teachings, that Olquila learned that there was a religion of light. It was at that time that Pers came into contact with religion.

Then, a cloud of death spreads from the "Broken Ring", infecting the villages on the border into villages of the living dead. The situation grew worse and worse, until the necromantic creatures began to slaughter the town, and eventually the surrounding area of Osgilia became a place of death. As events unfolded, the King's letters to the Cardinals became more frequent and less pronounced. When the Necromantic King seized the northeastern region of Orquilla and eyed Ayalotis, the Holy See also realized the seriousness of this undead catastrophe and sent the Knights of Iron Hoof, which had never been out of the "Gothic" continent.

But the funniest thing is that although the Knights of Iron Hoof have arrived, the necromantic creatures have been defeated. Orquila didn't need these belated reinforcements anymore, and it was better for them to go back somewhere they came.

And now?

The Knights of the Iron Hoof had no intention of going back, and still advanced towards Olquila! Blind people can understand their intentions, right?!

"There is an old saying in the East: 'It is easy to invite the gods, but it is difficult to send the gods away' (it is easy to invite the gods and difficult to send the gods). Since the Holy See has sent the Knights of the Iron Hoof, it will not give up easily. But is there anyone with a discerning eye who can see this? I'm afraid that they will all fall into open and secret battles and can't extricate themselves. Perls's fingernails scraped against the bronze canon, scraping blue sparks. He said word for word to Karl: "Winning the support of the Holy See is essential for both the king and the nobility. If the enquiry of wealthy businessmen was about financial support, then the conquest of the Holy See was diplomatic support. ”

After hearing this, Carl's whole body suddenly relaxed. He wiped the sweat from his face: "As we all know, His Majesty does not like the Holy See. The aristocracy still has a chance. ”

But once the Knights of the Iron Hoof do arrive, then I'm done. Perls was silent, his eyes flashing with a deep, dangerous light.

"What are we going to do? Pers? ”

Perls suddenly said: "My lord, you are not on the side of the nobles or your majesty, you must take advantage of the chaos. I recommend...... It's up to you to enlist the support of the Holy See. ”

"May I?" The ambition in Karl's eyes burned even more.

"The Holy See doesn't know anything about Olquila, let alone the Knights of the Iron Hoof, who only know how to use force? All you have to do is find someone to sing the duet and it's enough to convince them that you're in power. It's up to you how to do it. ”

"No problem. My family will fully support me. ”

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Early the next morning, Qingyi reached out and pressed the alarm clock. His arm movement was too great, and the wound was pulled and erupted into sharp pain, dispelling all his sleepiness.

"Why didn't anyone invent an alarm clock that could hit someone, and wake him up with a hammer when he didn't get up?" Qingyi muttered.

As soon as I finished brushing my teeth, the doorbell rang, and the visitor was Mrs. Green. When she saw Qingyi's injury, she hugged him distressedly, and muttered repeatedly: "Poor child, poor child, you must be frightened...... Why didn't you tell me? ”

Qingyi couldn't help but laugh: "Good morning, Mrs. Green." I would like to ask, was Dora informing you? There's no need, you can get a little more sleep! ”

"Sleep a little more? God, you were almost shot, and I will sleep a little longer? Poor child...... Dora was afraid that you wouldn't be able to make breakfast, so she asked me to come and see you. ”

Qingyi was speechless. He's not going to get to the point where he can't even use a toake. He felt that his existence had tarnished the word "wounded", and he had the impression that only wounded soldiers who had been withdrawn from the battle line were qualified to be called "wounded". However, considering enjoying Mrs. Green's cooking, Qingyi thought to herself, it is better to be injured.

Breakfast was made quickly. Ham omelette, a bowl of milk to make cocoa flavor (Qingyi: "I'm twenty-five......"), and two pickled cucumbers. Mrs. Green wanted to feed Qingyi herself, but he sternly refused.

"Zhang, you're not happy, are you?"

Qingyi glanced at her and nodded. That's true of Dora, and so is Mrs. Green, who always seems to have a knack for seeing through people's hearts.

"I heard everything from Dora. It's not your fault, kid. Mrs. Green stretched out her shriveled hand and stroked Qingyi's hair lovingly, just as Qingyi caressed Suo'er.

"But that's not his fault, is it?"

"Yes, by no means anyone's fault...... Our older generation used this word to describe it: fate makes people. ”

Qingyi put down the spoon, sullen, and seemed to have no appetite at all. He shook his head and said, "Fate, hehe." ”

"You need to cheer up, kid!" Mrs. Green held Qingyi's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away: "Did the doctor advise you to recuperate in bed?" ”

"Nope." Qingyi looked at her stupidly.

The old lady smiled naughtily: "Then, come and help!" ”

By the time Qingyi reacted, he was already at Mrs. Green's house. Mrs. Green tied up her apron and said, "Zhang, hurry up and clean the living room." It was only then that he realized that it was Monday, and it was time for a cooking class again. On Mondays and Wednesdays, Mrs. Green runs free cooking classes at home for women in the community to observe and learn. Of course, Qingyi has no desire to listen at all, first, he doesn't like cooking; Second, cooking doesn't like him.

Just help, just help. Qingyi pursed his lips, picked up the vacuum cleaner and began to clean. Mrs. Green's kitten, "Barbie", slipped under the sofa and always appeared in the direction of the vacuum cleaner, causing trouble with him. He always had to lie on the floor and coax the little ancestor in a good voice. When the living room was renewed, there were three more scratches on the back of Qingyi's hand.

"I'm wounded again." Qingyi's expression was solemn.

Then, Qingyi accompanied Mrs. Green to Walmart to buy groceries. He pushes the shopping cart and has to pretend to listen carefully to a lot of knowledge that is not needed at all, such as "the green part of the potato must be processed" and "broccoli is the most nutritious vegetable". And then there was no difference from every man who accompanied a woman out, and Qingyi had to carry all the big bags and small bags.

After buying fresh ingredients, you need to decorate them a little more. The living room is used as a classroom, and a few chairs have to be added, and the sofa has to be moved to the position near the balcony (Qingyi has pulled the wound many times, and he grinned in pain); Find a long table, put the induction cooker, and all kinds of kitchen utensils, and beware of "Barbie" knocking over the bottles and cans. Qing Yi was dizzy when he looked at the large pile of condiments, if there was no label, he would definitely be able to confuse them. After everything had been taken care of, Mrs. Green refused to let him go, saying that she would continue to help.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the women entered through the open door and greeted Mrs. Greene. When he was introduced, Qingyi had the heart to commit suicide - he was the only man in the audience! Being watched by a dozen or so middle-aged women, this scene is ten times more embarrassing than you think! So Qingyi fidgeted and kept walking around the kitchen and living room, in the name of "perfecting the details", but he had already done everything he had to do twenty minutes ago.

"What's going on today, Mrs. Green?" A chubby, curly-haired woman wearing a cheap pearl necklace asked. She asked, knitting a sweater in her hands.

"Everyone knows Halloween is coming, and today's recipe is a Halloween set meal for the whole family around the table!" Mrs. Green smiled and said in good spirits.

When she stood in front of the induction cooker, she really had an indescribable aura! Qingyi praised sincerely.

Mrs. Green added, "Zhang is my assistant today, and he will cooperate with me in cooking the whole process!" ”

Hearing this, the ladies put down their notebooks and sweaters and applauded. Qingyi looked at Mrs. Green stupidly, and once again had the idea of suicide. Mrs. Green kept cheering him up: "Come, boy, don't be afraid! ”

All right...... Don't blame me for food poisoning, induction cooker explosions, or whatever! Qingyi stepped forward, tied his apron, put on gloves, and looked like he was at home.

From now on, no one should come near here!