He wants to kill me?

Mr. Hoffen is lying on the ground, and Karen is standing in front of him; at this time, as long as Karen is willing, she can give Mr. Hoffen a ride early. Because Mr. Hofen's expression and words previously brought him great pressure.

Originally reborn in this world, he was very insecure. So far, he is still living by "this identity". Once he loses this layer of skin, his life will slip into the unknown; and there is not only "Life" in the conventional sense obviously has other factors beyond Karen's awareness.

If it was just "running away from home", Karen would not be under so much pressure. She is just afraid. It is not as simple as "expelling her from home", and it cannot be that simple!

Karen felt the panic of medieval witches. Stepping forward, bending down, Karen stretched out her hand; she just had to pinch the neck again, or hold Mr. Hoffen's head, pretending to wake him up, and then knock on the tile to repair the final damage.

Then, this sudden whirlpool of crisis can dissipate before engulfing itself. So, do it or not? It is not surprising to have this kind of thinking. No matter how ordinary, normal or gentle people are, they will experience such sudden emotional outbursts and sudden evil thoughts in their lives.

But in the end, Karen stood still, motionless. When Mina came down from the second floor and started calling for people, when Aunt Mary came up from the basement, and when Paul also ran over and was about to pick up Mr. Hoffen,

Karen only came to her senses when Aunt Mary shouted, and stepped forward to help Mr. Hoffen get into the hearse of the Imles family. Paul started the car, and Karen stayed in the car with Mr. Hoffen. This "Guoke" brand modified car is originally an extended version of an ordinary sedan. The chair in the passenger seat has long been removed, leaving more space, which is more than enough to place a coffin.

Mr. Hoffen lay there, motionless. He is lucky. Ambulances are not common in this era. He now has a car that can be taken to the nearest hospital; even more fortunately... even if he is not rescued, he still has a car to take him back to, and it is an exclusive package. car; even, for the sake of his relationship with his grandfather, he could even get a broken bone during the funeral, and the only one who suffered was Aunt Mary.

"Ah..."

Karen suddenly laughed and stretched out her hand to rub her face gently.

At this time, the golden retriever who got into the car with his owner came close to Mr. Hofen and licked his fingers. After lingering beside its owner for a while, it slowly walked to Karen again. Karen stretched out her hand, but the golden retriever did not hide and allowed Karen to stroke its head. It seemed to feel comfortable being touched, so it simply climbed down and rested on Karen's leg. After Karen stopped touching it, it nudged Karen's hand with its nose to signal to continue.

"well..."

Karen looked at Mr. Hoffen lying there again and couldn't help but sigh. With his back pressed against the car wall, he grabbed two handfuls of dog heads.

"whatever."

…

The car drove into the hospital and Mr. Hofen was sent to the emergency room. While Paul was busy going through the formalities, Karen held the golden retriever and sat on the bench beside the flower garden. After sitting for about half an hour, Paul trotted over with a smile on his face: "Master Karen, the doctor said that although Mr. Hofen is still in a coma, he is out of danger."

Karen breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved and a little disappointed; this old man was really tough, and he still managed to hold on to such a big pool of blood.

"The bills are all at home," Paul added.

 The Imles family runs a funeral service and has a good relationship with nearby hospitals; so good that Aunt Winnie, who is in charge of the family's accounting, even has a list of people who have been seriously ill or dying in the hospital recently. Sometimes even if you are still being rescued, Uncle Meissen is already waiting there smoking a cigarette in the parking lot outside.

As long as there are interests, there must be a chain; this relationship will naturally be quick if you go through some formalities.

"Do you need someone to accompany you?" Karen asked.

"Um...you can hire a caregiver."

"Then please."

"Well...Okay, young master, I will make arrangements."

"By the way, Paul, do you have a cigarette?"

"I have...Master, do you want me?"

"Yeah." Paul took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Karen along with a lighter.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, I'll go ask the nurse first."

"Well, okay." Karen took out a cigarette and bit it in her mouth. At this time, the smoking ban was not strict. Even in the hospital yard, Karen saw many people with cigarettes in their mouths, and the nurses passing by also Will not scold.

I lit one and took a sip; my brain once again issued a warning about the intrusion of "toxins", and my body also responded with rejection, and the feeling of nausea and retching came over me immediately; but Karen ignored it. He felt that he was just as stupid as "smoking". The old smoker resisted the physical discomfort and forcibly learned a bad habit that would continue to harm his body;

But he actually allowed Mr. Hoven to be sent to the hospital and out of danger, and just sat and watched as he slipped into the unknown abyss step by step. He is reviewing himself, but not very strongly; he is also regretting, but not very strongly either; he feels that he is stupid, well, this feeling is extremely strong.

"call..."

Holding a burning cigarette in her hand, Karen leaned back on the bench. At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. Karen was stunned and realized that the cigarette was taken away from her fingertips.

"Your...Grandpa?" The person who appeared in front of Karen was Dis. Dis was still wearing the same clothes he wore when he went out, but Karen noticed that there were obvious stains on Dis's trouser legs. There seemed to be black marks on the hand where he was holding his cigarette? Is it mud? Dis dropped the cigarette on the ground and asked, "When did you learn it?"

"I..." Karen hesitated. In fact, just now, he had the urge to tell "Grandpa" the "truth" because he instinctively learned from today's "dream" and Mr. Hoven's "questioning" of himself. After things came together, I noticed an unusual smell.

You know, Grandpa Dis and Mr. Hofen are old friends.

It's not that I'm worried about what Mr. Huofen will tell his grandfather when he wakes up, but compared to his grandfather, who is a retired teacher of the philosophy department who just loves "divination" or "metaphysics", runs a funeral society and works part-time as a priest, it seems that he is the most important person. ...No, he should be the most mysterious one.

Mr. Hofen can know, but grandpa... will not notice it at all? Therefore, if you resist, you will be punished harshly, but if you confess, can you be punished with leniency? But looking at her grandfather's face , Karen's "truth" circled around in her throat before she took it back and said , "Uncle Meissen taught me that." Diss frowned slightly when he heard this.

"Mr. Hoven is inside, and the doctor said he is out of danger," Karen Tong reported.

Dis nodded and asked, "Mary told me what happened. Were you scared?"

"No... um... yes, I was scared."

Karen's answer was a little incoherent, but Karen felt that it was not her fault. "I'll go check on him. Just wait."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Dis walked in , and about a quarter of an hour later, Dis and Paul came back together. Karen also got up and followed her to the parking lot.

"When did you learn to drive?" Dis asked Paul.

"Not long ago, I learned a lot after watching a lot." Paul replied shyly.

"Have you verified it?"

"Took the exam." Paul replied immediately.

"Starting from next month, your salary will be increased by one thousand rupees every month."

"Thank you Mr. Dees, thank you Mr. Dees."

Paul and Ron have a strong contrast in personality. Ron likes to drink and play cards. Today, after finishing his work in the basement, he left work and ran away. He should be hanging out in some tavern at the moment. Paul You stayed to wipe the car;

"Go back." Dis glanced at Karen and repeated, "Go home."

Paul was still driving, and Karen and Dis sat in the back. Since there were no seats, they sat face to face on the mat.

"Do you need to inform Mr. Hofen's family, Grandpa?"

"No, his children have long since severed ties with him and are not in Luojia City. Remember to come over and check on him in a few days."

"Okay, Grandpa."

After the brief exchange, Karen saw Dis extending his hand and rolling up his sleeves. What shocked Karen was that one-third of her grandfather's left hand was "black and burnt", as if it had been rolled over coals.

"Pliers," Dis said.

"Huh?" Karen was stunned for a moment, then realized it immediately. She stepped forward and opened the black box next to her grandfather. Inside was a set of small surgical instruments and some things that were obviously not used at normal times.

For example, there are several bottles of strangely colored liquids, crystal beads, iron plates with strange shapes, whips made of unknown materials... The most eye-catching thing is a sword hilt with a hollow center. There are two exquisite carvings on the left and right sides of the sword hilt. On the left is a twisted skull, and on the right is a kind saint. Although the hilt of the sword did not have a blade, Karen still carefully avoided it when picking up things, as if there might be an invisible sword edge that was going to cut off her fingers.

Karen handed the pliers to Grandpa. Grandpa picked up the pliers with his right hand, pinched a corner of his blackened skin, and slowly tore it open. Although the car was moving, Karen could still clearly hear the sound of paper being torn apart in her ears. The golden retriever who came back next to him curled up in the corner, trembling with dog eyes. Grandpa used pliers to tear off two pieces of black burnt skin as if no one else was watching, and said, "Tweezers."

"Oh, okay." Karen handed over the tweezers.

But Grandpa didn't take it. Instead, he put his hand in front of Karen, and at the same time passed the pliers with his right hand. In "Karen's" memory, there has never been a similar scene.

However, after pursed her lips, Karen still took the pliers in her right hand and the tweezers in her left hand. She first used the tweezers to pull out the black burnt skin, and then used the pliers to pull off the entire piece.

Underneath the black, charred skin was tender red meat, faintly oozing with blood. From beginning to end, Dis never cried out about pain, and his expression didn't even move. When all the black scorched skin was removed, Dis's left arm looked as if it had just been boiled in boiling water.

"Okay." Karen said.

"Um."

Dis reached out, picked up a bottle of purple liquid, popped the stopper with his fingertips, and then poured all the liquid inside into his left arm.

"hiss..."

This cool breath was breathed out by Karen. Because he saw white smoke starting to rise from Dis's left arm, accompanied by the crisp sound of hot oil being added to a pan.

After a long while, Dis took a long breath and put down his sleeves. Karen asked with concern: "Don't you need a bandage?" Dis shook his head. Karen said nothing and continued to sit upright. The car stopped at this time, and we arrived home. Karen took Mr. Hofen's golden retriever and got out of the car, while Paul pulled over and parked the car on the roadside at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Mr. Diss, Master Karen, I'm going back first. I will come early tomorrow to arrange the mourning field."

"Okay." Dis nodded.

Paul, who got a raise, ran to his home very happily. Karen stopped at the door of the house and was not in a hurry to go in because Dis didn't go in. Two people and a dog stood at the gate of the courtyard. On the window sill on the third floor of the villa, Pu'er stood up and stared at this place with his cat's eyes.

Inexplicably, it was like the background music of a stage play suddenly changed to a different style, so abrupt yet so clear; Karen felt her lips begin to tremble and her breathing began to become rapid. The golden retriever, who was being led by Karen, raised his head and looked at Karen with some confusion, because he found that his leash was shaking... The reason was that the hand of the person holding him was shaking.

People have a sixth sense, it can be told to you by the wind, it can be told by the sun, it can even be told by the flowers and plants inside the fence; Karen didn't know that after a person "dies" and is resurrected, the sixth sense Will it be strengthened? In fact, he has no intention to think about it now. He felt like an egg that had just been taken out of the henhouse and was being tossed around by a naughty child.

run? Karen twisted her neck as much as possible and looked to the side. There was a road there, and she could spread her legs and run all the way to the end... Then, Karen started to twist her neck in another direction, but after twisting it halfway, she couldn't He lowered his head consciously. After lowering his head, he saw his trouser legs, his grandfather's left arm, and even the hilt of the sword in his left hand that he had clearly put back into the black box but was being held at this moment;

For a moment, Karen felt tears starting to brew in her eyes, her nose started to feel sore, and her facial muscles were slightly spasming. In front of her, it seemed that it was no longer the Imles family's villa at No. 13 Mink Street, but the Imles' villa at No. 13 Mink Street . Layers of ground descended, and he stood in the center of the high platform. Next to him was the gallows prepared for him.

"Karen." Dis's voice sounded like thunder in her ears.

"Master... Master..." Karen's teeth were chattering. But in contrast, his heart was extremely peaceful, a feeling of being torn apart between his spirit and his body.

"Karen, where is this?" Karen opened her mouth. From the corner of her eye, Karen noticed that her grandfather's left arm had been raised and moved around behind her. At this critical moment, Karen straightened her back suddenly and said in a hoarse and deep voice... almost roaring: "Home!"