Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2398

This is the burglar, today with the story of sigh Yau Tat. When I went back to find the security guard, I found that Doomsday really wrote a lot...how come there are so many...

After turning on the light, Jess gently closed the door behind him, leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

The window glass facing the door was darkened by the night; she looked at her blurred reflection, walked over and closed the curtains, and then rubbed her face tiredly. 4" is marked with a small tick.

Another day is over.

There are already five ticks in the calendar; the day before the five ticks, the day when she saw the back of the little brown-haired girl, was marked with a big red cross.

"Another day has passed," Jess put down his pen with a wry smile, "I'm fine... I'm fine today."

It has been almost two weeks since I entered Marquis Beppu to work. Rather than saying that the Marquis and his wife are satisfied with her, it is more like not caring much, as long as she takes Mona well and does not cause trouble for them; but Mona likes her, and the two get along very well, and she has gradually adapted to being in the Sigh life in the big house.

As long as she doesn't show herself, everything will be fine...

*

When Jess opened his eyes, he didn't know why he woke up suddenly. In the stillness of the night, it took a few seconds for the drowsiness to dissipate slowly, allowing the slight movement at the door to reach her ears.

On the other side of the doorknob, there was a scraping of metal, and it sounded like—like, someone was trying keys one by one.

Someone wants to open her door.

Jesten sat up from the bed suddenly, no sleepiness at all. There was cold sweat on her back, and she shouted hoarsely: "Who is it?"

The movement outside the door stopped immediately.

Jess hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, taking advantage of the large amount of moonlight coming in from the window, quickly pulled the chair from the desk, pushed it behind the door, and asked, "Who is it? I heard you!"

After a few seconds, there was a low rustling sound outside the door, but it got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

*

"is that you?"

Even if she wasn't preparing breakfast today, Jess quickly got dressed and went downstairs when the sky was only twilight. She rushed straight into the jingling kitchen, and as soon as she opened the door, she asked coldly, "Last night, was that you?"

White turned around, as if startled, dazed. "What?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Jess couldn't hold back his anger and said, "You are the butler, so you are the only one who has the key!"

"Key?" White frowned, cracking an egg into the pan. "What are you asking for the key?"

Jess was about to lose his temper, but another thought suddenly occurred to him—as if a hand was clutching his chest, and the next words evaporated. She looked at White carefully, and the more she looked, the more she felt uncertain: Is he pretending to be innocent? Still really ignorant?

"Besides you," she asked, trying to control her tone, "who has the key to the room in Beppu?"

"Room key?" White gave her a weird look, "In Beppu, there are no keys to the room door except the main door and the back door. This house is a hundred years old, and many keyholes are rusted. If there is no rust, the keys are also old. I don’t know where I lost it. Don’t accidentally lock the door..."

Wait a minute... Jess felt dizzy for a while, but he didn't dare to show the sign, and grabbed the skin on the inside of his arm fiercely.

Did she lock the door last night? She couldn't remember at all.

*

It would be great if I could discuss it with Manli, Jess looked longingly at the phone in the corridor on the first floor, but shook his head and withdrew his hand. Manli is like a rock, firmly tethering her to the ground in reality, which always brings her a sense of peace of mind.

But now is not the time to make a phone call: Mona's morning class is over, and it will be lunch time in half an hour, the cook is busy in the kitchen, and the Marquis and his wife are coming back soon... She doesn't want anyone to hear her phone call.

According to the usual practice, she and White always eat in the kitchen in advance, so that someone will take care of the Marquis's family when they eat. Jess had been a little uncomfortable with White since that morning's incident; she wiped her face before striding into the kitchen—fortunately, White wasn't there yet.

"Mrs. Solano," Jess greeted the cook.

Mrs. Solano is from a nearby village. It is said that her mother was the cook of the previous old Marquis. She also often came to Sigh Hill House since she was a child, and she is much more familiar with Beppu than Jess. She was a little uninhibited, Jess tried a few times, but couldn't get three words out of her mouth, so he gave up his intention of building a good relationship.

Today, however, Mrs. Solano was exceptionally silent—she didn't even greet her, but just stared out the window.

"What's the matter?" Jess asked, also leaning over to look. "What are you looking at?"

At that moment, she was suddenly in a trance, remembering that Mona asked herself the same question not long ago. Could it be - could it be -

"White has hired a gardener?"

When Mrs. Solano spoke, it was not at all what she had imagined. Jess was startled, looked at the figure on the lawn outside, his heartbeat gradually eased, and said, "Yes."

Please gardener what's wrong? Jess wanted to ask her, but the cook had already turned away to work.

*

Lunch is always relatively simple, today is smoked fish, salad, bread and a thick soup. Jess sat at the dining table by the cooking counter, looked down at the lunch on the table, and remained motionless. The cook had already gone back, and for a while there was only the sound of White’s cutlery colliding across the kitchen: the spoon knocked against the side of the plate, and the knife fell on the table with a bang after buttering...

"Why don't you eat?" White finally asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

"Ah, no," said Jess hurriedly, picking up the spoon. Her eyes turned around on the table, and she pretended to be indifferent: "I'm thinking about the content of the class...I'm eating now."

White didn't see him.

White didn't see a black-haired strange man sitting on the other side of the table. He was facing the wall, the back of his head was directed at the two of them, and the back against the edge of the table seemed to be frozen and calm, without even the ups and downs of breathing.

But White is so inappropriate, maybe it's another prank he teamed up with others...

When Jess pretended to drop the cutlery, she took a quick look under the table—on that chair, sat a pair of man's legs, toes pointing forward.

Can't, can't show the horse's feet.

Fighting back the urge to scream, Jess hung his head, forcing himself to finish his lunch.

*

After six ticks, there finally appeared another big red cross that was about to tear through the paper.

*

"I really want to go home," she whispered into the phone receiver, "I feel so, so alone here..."

"What's wrong?" Manli's voice became vigilant, "Are you okay?"

How should I tell her? Do you want Manli to worry in vain? She was so far away, there was nothing she could do, why bother.

Even though the other party couldn't see, Jess still shook his head. She specifically picked a time when the night was quiet and everyone in the mansion had gone back to their rooms to sleep before calling Manli, but now she looked around and regretted it: the dead of night meant that she said something in the corridor, the voice Can fly very far.

"If you have something, you must tell me..." Manli said on the phone.

Jess turned his head and whispered into the phone: "I'm fine, I've brought everything I should bring, and you know mine too..."

The moment she turned her head, a figure in white walked silently behind her.

"That's good," Manli felt a little worried, "By the way, when can I go and see you?"

*

Three more ticks on the calendar.

Jess felt like a frightened bird, always scanning around with a little peripheral vision, and sometimes she would be startled when White called her out of the blue. Even with more days ticked off, she can't be completely relieved; if there's anything good in life, it's Mona—even Jess can't believe it herself for more than two weeks , she would love to love this child so much.

Mona regards her as her best friend, and mentions Lisa less and less. There was still an empty chair for Lisa in class, but Jess could tell that this imaginary friend was fading in Mona's heart.

Maybe... maybe Mona could help her.

But it's really not good to guide children like this...

"Mona," Jess suppressed the guilt in his heart, didn't look at her, just sat beside her and asked in a low voice: "If one day...your parents want me to go, what will happen to you? Will you ask them? , let me stay?"

Mona's voice sounded from the other side: "Of course, no one will let you go!"

*

On the night when the third red cross was drawn, Jess covered his head with the quilt and cried for a long time on the bed. Why things turned out like this, she didn't understand at all; obviously not long ago, everything was full of hope...

She was out of breath from crying, and her eyes were blurred, and she couldn't see anything clearly. It wasn't until she was about to vomit that she climbed out of bed tremblingly, stretched her arms under the dark bed, and pulled out her suitcase. She hastily took out a small medicine bottle, swallowed the white pills with the tap water in the bathroom.

Manli, it would be great if Manli was here. If there was no Manli, the darkness she had experienced would have swallowed her long ago.

Staggering, Jess returned to the bed, and in the strong thoughts of his friend, he finally fell asleep slowly.

*

Breakfast the next day was Jess's responsibility; so she woke up at dawn.

Maybe the pills helped, and she felt that the world was normal and quiet again: only she and the fire were in the kitchen, the sound of tinkling dishes, and the aroma of fried eggs and coffee permeated the slightly cold summer morning .

The things White bought yesterday were all neatly piled into the refrigerator; through the ceiling, she could hear some faint movements upstairs, and knew that the Marquis family had woken up.

It looks like today will be a good day, and there is a blue streak in the sky that has faded from the night. The lawn outside was extraordinarily green, and the gardener came early—in a few days, the roses in the garden would be blooming.