Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Chapter 67 The Dead at the Door (please recommend)

Curious people went outside to see what happened, and Father Gerhardt immediately brought two young priests outside.

Hermione grabbed Mrs. Dermot and Hans, and just watched at the door. It's best not to join in the excitement.The ladies who were going to have a look saw Hermione holding Dermot, and they also stayed here, looking at the wall of people in front of them.

Surrounded by the crowd, there were two homeless men lying motionless on the ground with happy smiles on their faces, and a man was shaking a dead body and shouting Seth not to leave him.At first, everyone thought they were just leaning on them and fell asleep, but when they came to chase them away, they found that they hadn't responded and had been dead for a long time.

Father Gerhardt checked their bodies and found that there were no signs of injury. Judging by the expressions on their faces, they died peacefully in their sleep.

"May you rest in heaven in the Temple of Knowledge."

Father Gerhardt prayed and let the police who came to deal with it.Then let the crowd disperse and leave separately. There are so many people who die every day.

"That's good too. You'll suffer less torture, and you can die in a dream."

"It's a bit strange. Although she's a little thinner, she looks pretty healthy. It's not a new type of infectious disease. Emperor Roselle said that there are strange germs. I have to go back and sterilize them with high temperature."

"Then I'll go back and disinfect."

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Mrs. Dermot also said goodbye to them and went back to the place where she parked the carriage. The servant Cobb and the coachman Isolt stopped eating melons and quickly got ready to drive Hermione and the others back into the carriage.

Hermione saw the little boy who seemed to be unforgettable from the open car window again. He stood and drifted with the crowd, cleaner than before.

Hermione took out a Potkin and flicked it into the ripped pocket on his chest.The boy also reacted and saw Hermione smiling in the small window, then waved his hands and disappeared into the crowded streets.

"Mr. Hermione, do you have any acquaintances?"

Mrs. Dermot, who was sitting next to Hermione, also saw this scene and asked curiously.

"It's just a one-sided relationship. I didn't expect to meet again today."

"Mr. Hermione, it is a good thing to be caring, but you still have to be careful that you will be targeted by people with malicious intentions. Those people have bad conduct. What if you are caught in an alley?"

"I'll pay attention."

Then Mrs. Dermot took Hermione's hand and started talking about other things. Hans, who was sitting opposite, wanted to interrupt but couldn't. He looked helplessly, this is obviously my teacher, okay?

Mrs. Almiron also bid farewell to Redman and Mrs. Alter at the church door and left.Seeing Mrs. Dermot's carriage going away and Mrs. Almiron's figure, the two came to the side and continued chatting.

"It seems that Salmont has no chance."

"It's a pity, I still want to see her expression. It seems that I can only look at yours in the future."

"That charming girl, I don't know why, the more I look at it, the more I like it. Maybe I understand Dermot a little bit."

"I'm also kind of drawn to the charm she exudes."

"Did you say Almiron knew?"

"Our she should know, and she also knows that we know about her. Zuolilia doesn't know, let's go and find out!"

The two got into the same carriage and drove towards a street.

The thin old man pulled the boy against the shadow of the wall and looked at the marble square in front of him. The boy tightly held the gold coin in his hand.There are fewer pedestrians in front, and the dead body may have been thrown into the sea in a sack and stones by the overbearing police. The cemetery costs money.

"Schiller, you have to understand your position and spread His gospel for God. The lady just now is very nice, you should find an opportunity to use her good opinion of you to get her to join in."

"I do not like this."

"Aren't you eager to see her? Let her be one of us, so you can see her every day."

"Let me think."

"Don't worry too much, just figure it out, it will be a big help for us."

After finishing speaking, the old man held a conch and chatted with the person next to him with a smile. The police who had finished handling the matter passed by and seemed to know the old man.

"Old Tatton, why don't you go to the place where the fish is sold and stay there. I didn't expect you to be alive."

"Sir, I didn't harass pedestrians this time, don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Looking at the frightened old man, the policeman smiled and left. , the old man spat at their backs, his eyes returned to a deep look, and he took the little boy away.

In the warm afternoon, Hermione and Mrs. Dermot were lazily lying on the small floor-to-ceiling balcony outside, and the wind chimes tied to the eaves jingled in the breeze.Inside the semi-elliptical transparent glass, a thin string is connected to the smooth white metal, and the breeze lifts the low rectangular white cardboard.

"Mr. Hermione, is this the sound of wind and nature? It's really a good treat. I think it will be welcomed by everyone."

"It's fine if you don't mind being noisy."

"Mr. Hermione, how did you come up with the idea of ​​naming it 'Marple Austin's wind chime'!"

"People have to have a few aliases when they go out to make a living, and that's pretty good."

Hermione found a reasonable reason. If this can be promoted, and the name of Marple Austin, Jane and Poirot should also notice.

"I have given many of them to other ladies in the town, and I believe they will also like them. Such a comfortable life is very suitable for listening to the sounds of nature."

After Mrs. Dermot found out that Hermione had made a wind chime, she planned to promote it out of professional instinct to see if there was any commercial value. Of course, the original version made by Hermione was collected by her.

For this reason, Hermione also named Fengling, and sent some to everyone she knew, as a blessing to relatives and friends.

When she asked Hong to come out to give away these piles of things, Hong directly mocked herself: "Blessings from disasters, you die fast, right?"
After sending it off, Hong played a prank on herself again, almost scaring Dafik who came to pack up his things. He still can't remember much about this guy, so he has to find a good opportunity to threaten him to speak out.

The Royce family woke up in the morning and saw a letter on the table, with two oval platinum bell heads and wind chimes decorated with purple butterflies on it. Royce and the others read the letter. He took one and shook it, making a crisp jingling sound.Then they leaned over and read the letter together.

"The sound of the wind chimes ringing with the breeze represents my calling and longing for you...

Glore read this sentence and opened his mouth to talk about his thoughts.

"I didn't expect Sister Hermione to miss me so much. It's not impossible for me to forgive her for leaving me without saying goodbye. Forgive her for transferring my love to that fraudster Hans. There must be a big evil hidden in the small appearance, Sister Hermione Don't be fooled by him."

When everyone present wanted to tease her, Glore took the wind chime and went to the window to install it, without paying attention to everyone's explanations.Get lost in your own thoughts.

The same Celia and Voss et al received wind chimes named Marple Austin.The two looked at the symmetrical bell heads in front of them, one purple and one black.

"Sister Hermione is so interesting, or she understands me."

Celia hit Voss with the wind chime in her hand, making a crisp clang.

Derrick, who was far away in Bayam, also hung a string on the window, and the sound brought by the sea breeze made it jingle.

"It can be used to decorate Mister Fool's church. Hermione's idea is very good. I believe believers will be very happy to put blessings on it. This will also give everyone some protection."

Hermione, who was lying on the chair, received a call from afar, but she didn't expect it to be really useful.Then she sat up straight, and Mrs. Dermot, who was covering her belly with an open book, saw Hermione sitting up straight, and was also curious to ask her why she was so excited?
"Mr. Hermione, those sports suits are almost ready, I'll wait for you to teach me."

"Actually, I'm pretty good too. Don't criticize me too much then."

"I won't criticize, but Mr. Hermione has to come to chat with me tonight. There are many collections in the wine cellar, and new ones are coming soon."

"This this…

Hermione thought of the drunken sleep talk a few days ago, and she didn't dare to sleep with everyone again, lest she make any outrageous actions again.

'See that female, she's all that old, a little girl attached to her mother and sister.When you fall asleep, you hug someone and call mom and sister, you can't be like her, be more mature. 'This is simply social death ah!Hermione's old face turned red again, but fortunately, the fiery red hair reduced the color difference for her.

"Mr. Hermione, don't worry, we will keep it secret. Didn't you say before that I can come to you to talk about my troubles, are you already tired of me?"

Mrs. Dermot's eyes turned red as she spoke. Hermione immediately agreed to come down when she saw the hole she dug for herself. If you can't get up, keep digging!
(End of this chapter)