"Yes, yes, you should indeed be allowed to sit there, I am negligent."

Mrs. Foey snorted her husband, forcibly dragged the idiot to sit down, and she sat in the vice seat next to the idiot, and greeted everyone as the hostess.

"Hmph, a lowly woman who clings to the powerful."

Mrs. Suilly glared at Mrs. Foey contemptuously. When facing the idiot, a child whom anyone looked up to respect, she proudly raised her nose and sat on the opposite side of the idiot. After his son Buddha looked at the idiot with some worry, he finally sat down beside his mother.

Outside the window, the blizzard remained.

But inside the window, the pleasant candlelight dinner was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The old bald put the pin of the gramophone in the corner of the dining table, and a gentle music began to float in the dining room. Under this blast of music, everyone finally started to have dinner.

At the warm dining table, everyone was holding fine wines, tasting delicious food, and chatting to their heart's content. Their topics range from jewelry to gold, from billiards to polo. But as if there was a tacit understanding, no one discussed the black death outside. As if it was a world that had nothing to do with here, it was just a boring prank.

"Huh? Sir, why don't you enjoy it? Is the food unpalatable?"

Sykes talked for a while, and suddenly found that the idiot in the main position hadn't touched a little food from the beginning to the end, so he couldn't help but ask.

"……………………"

"Mr……"

"You are very annoying. Mr.'s family is missing. Do you still expect him to enjoy food well now?"

Sykes was speechless again by his wife's defense, and the smile on his face turned into convulsions again. He stopped talking, but Madame Foy smiled and began to sooth the idiot diligently.

If you skip meals, idiots’ worries about bread do occupy a large part, but the other part is due to habit. In this habit, he responded to Madame Foey's enthusiasm with his usual indifference. Soon, Madame Foy found her hot face pressed against a cold ass, turned her head angrily, did not know what she said, and stopped talking.

Soon, the dinner is over. Old Bald began to clean up. Nana said that she was a little dizzy, and she left the dining room and went back to the room to rest. The mayor's son Severn looked at Nana's graceful back and swallowed his saliva, but as his parents were still there, he was too embarrassed to follow.

Looking at the snow flies by outside the window, the idiot wanted to leave. However, someone stopped him at this moment.

"Sir, if it is convenient for you, can you please accompany me."

The idiot turned his head, and saw that the Buddha, who had not been able to answer to himself, walked over sincerely at this moment, put his hand on his chest, and bowed to the idiot.

"............ Be with you, what to do."

When the Buddha heard the idiot's response, he immediately said with joy: "In fact, this is the case. In this mansion, besides our ten people, there is also the eleventh person. That is my father, the richest man in this town. Viscount Wang."

"Buddha, didn't you say you want to bring food to your father together? What are you waiting for!"

Over there, Mrs. Suili yelled at her angrily as she watched her son flatter others.

The Buddha glanced at his mother awkwardly, and said in embarrassment: "Sir, can you please accompany us first? As for why I will explain to you on the road."

(Hey, go. Otherwise, what are you going to do? I think about your girl all day while here? Then think about schizophrenia? You need to do something to divert your attention. Go, go quickly.)

"……………………"

After a long period of thought, the idiot finally nodded.

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Mrs. Suili walked in front, and the Buddha was walking behind with the food tray and the idiot. The three wandered through the long corridor of the mayor’s mansion and walked towards the attic above the mansion. On the way, Mrs. Suili did not show any good looks to the idiot, but the Buddha had always spoken kindly, for fear of offending the idiot.

"Actually... my father is a doctor besides being a wealthy businessman."

Along the way, the Buddha said all the way. And Mrs. Suili, who was walking in the front, turned her head, looked at her son, snorted, and then turned back to lead the way.

"Sir, although no one said in the restaurant just now, everyone of us knows that the situation in this town is not optimistic. Many people have died, and many doctors in our town have contracted this disease because of treatment. I have died. His father used to be a doctor before starting business. Now that he encounters this situation, he certainly can't stand by."

A slight sadness appeared on the Buddha's face. He raised his head, looked at the ceiling with dim eyes, and continued--

"But... unfortunately. A week ago, my father was also infected by this **** plague. Can you imagine? Imagine that in despair... There is no cure, only death in pain a feeling of?"

The idiot lowered his head and moved forward slowly.

"But... my father was not depressed by this. He shut himself up in the study room on the top floor and began to use his body as an experiment. He said that he must develop a therapeutic drug before he died. Save this town."

"I... I am proud of having a father like this."

Having said this, the Buddha stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, then turned his head and smiled at the idiot, and said: "To encourage my father, so I hope I can tell him that there are people who come from the wind and sand. He, support him. I believe that if someone like you comes to visit him, he will definitely feel very happy. To be honest, his research seems to have run into a bottleneck recently, and he feels a little unhappy."

While listening while walking, the idiot kept scanning the surrounding road conditions and more closely watching Mrs. Suili walking ahead. Soon, the three came to the top of the attic of the mayor's mansion. Stopped in front of a gate with an unusually ornate decoration, full of various carvings and golden trim.

Mrs. Suili stepped forward, slapped the door, and said, "Husband, your meal is here. Let's come out to eat.... Don't worry, only me and the Buddha are here, and there is another one from Fengchushacheng. Little nobleman, we were accidentally rescued today. Without outsiders, the plague you contracted will not spread."

At this moment, the idiot suddenly raised his head and stared at Mrs. Suili.

…………………………Pap, pap, pap.

In the room, there was the sound of typing on a typewriter. It didn't take long for a note to stick out from under the crack of the door, and Mrs. Suili bent down and picked it up after a glance, and said, "Oh, let's do it. Besides..."

Madam Suili turned her head away, glared at the idiot, pressed her face to the door, and whispered, "Husband, how is the research... going on?"

Pop, pop...

Another piece of paper was handed out from under the crack of the door, and Mrs. Suili reached for it with interest. But when she read the content on the note...

"What do you mean!!!"

Mrs. Suili threw the note away and began to slap the door vigorously, shouting: "You want to swallow all the property alone? Don't forget, I have a share in the secret treasure! I have a share too! We are a husband and wife, and I have half of your property! You can't leave me alone and swallow such a large amount of property, absolutely not!!!"

Mrs. Suley's sudden hysteria shocked the Buddha, and he hurried up to pull his mother. The idiot glanced at the woman, then picked up the note on the ground and glanced at—

"I will definitely not share the treasure with you, a filthy woman. Even if I die because of this plague, you don't want to get an Inel!"

The strong emotional characters are on the paper, and it can be seen that the emotion between the couple is not as good as expected. After reading the note, the idiot stuffed it into his pocket, and then looked at the mother and daughter in front of him. Mrs. Suili kept tapping the door, and the fat on her face was shaking with twitching. After being pulled away by Buddha, she kicked the door with her feet vigorously, appearing very angry.

However, this door is extremely strong. After repeated scolding didn't work, she suddenly transferred her anger to her son, and she slapped the Buddha's face.

"You useless beast! Just like your dead dad, beast! Why don't you die! Your shit, you are a shit! Get out! Get out of me!"

In the end, Mrs. Suili spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the Buddha's face, gritted her teeth, and left without looking back.

In the corridor, it slowly became quiet. The Buddha took out the handkerchief and wiped the filth on his face, and saw the idiot looking at him, so he showed him an apologetic smile.