Except for the more primitive and quaint atmosphere, there is nothing special in the exterior shape of this country house of Stephen Mossos, but the interior is quite different from ordinary villas.

After entering the villa, there is a long corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with simple wooden boards. The upper part is painted with snow-white wall paint. There are more than ten oil paintings hanging on it, which can be fully appreciated by people passing through the corridor. Oil paintings on both sides.

However, the oil paintings on display on the wall are not the landscape oil paintings that Stephen is best at. On the left wall are self-portraits, and the protagonists of the self-portraits are naturally Stephen himself; Vibrantly colored, high-impact abstract paintings.

He threw his tie on a roast chicken, put on the gold-rimmed glasses again, and looked at Rawls with blue eyes:

"You are Merino's student, did you get your 'recipe' from him? But you didn't show the 'lawyer' eloquence? You have something extraordinary on your body that can affect your emotions? But you feel like a 'psychiatrist' Is it useful in front of you?"

In the process of moving the dinner plate, Rawls has quietly launched a "bribery", because he is worried that Stephen, as a "psychiatrist", will feel the change in his mood. Therefore, after Rawls showed that he was Stephen's "confidant", he used "bribery-arrogance" and "bribery-weakening", but the former was still noticed by Stephen.

He threw the tablecloth forward and threw it on the candlestick. The orange flame licked the white tablecloth, giving off a pungent smell:

"The aroma in the candles smells good, and it's very suitable for falling asleep."

The "psychiatrist" is still unable to achieve combat hypnosis, and must use candles, pure dew and other media to put the target in a semi-hypnotic state and communicate directly with his mind and body.

With a smile on Stephen's thin face, he even applauded for Rawls, he reached out and unbuttoned his shirt:

"You know the 'psychiatrist' very well, don't you know about the 'Raging People'?" A sea-blue necklace appeared on his neck, "Its original owner was too grumpy, I just hinted, Let him be silent forever."

Rawls' mouth was in a line, and he stood up with his arms on the dining table, a little stern:

"If I can't go back, the night watchman and the police will not let you go."

"You're lying, but I don't care if you notify the police. As long as you go back 'safely', I think you can convince them."

Stephen also stood up and pulled out the candles that were burning on the candlestick in front of him. The four sharp tines were covered with dark red. Pieces of illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his right hand holding the candlestick, moving towards Luo. Les came.

"When I have you, the eloquence of the 'lawyer' will definitely help me tame more pets!"

"Like Daniel?"

"No, he doesn't count, he's not even qualified to be a work!"

Rawls looked at Stephen who was getting closer, threw the dinner plate in front of him at him, quickly took out a revolver and aimed it at his suddenly terrified face. gun.

At such a close distance, even if Stephen, who was almost defenseless, had phantom scales on his face, he could not escape the six bullets. He didn't even make a sound of shouting, and his face was smashed and fell to the sky.

Rawls blew the cigarette from the muzzle, and threw the revolver on the dining table. Before he stepped forward to take the corpse, he heard a "jing dong" sound. Following the sound, the handsome Daniel put his hands behind his back. , a table knife at his feet. He looked at Stephen who fell on his back, and his legs fell to the ground.

With a sigh, Rawls walked towards Daniel, neither pulling him up nor comforting him, kicked the knife under his feet, and looked down at Daniel, who was crying:

"Stephen is dead, you are free."

Daniel glanced blankly at Rawls, and then at Stephen's body, then jumped up, picked up a knife and aimed at Stephen's body and stabbed him. The bright red blood that had not yet solidified dyed his handsome face red. Laughing and crying, he ran outside.

Glancing at Stephen's almost stabbed body, Rawls sighed again, bent over and touched the sea blue necklace around his neck, but just when he touched the necklace, he felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, deadly. A sense of threat came to his mind.

He stood up abruptly, ignoring the dishes and bowls on the dining table, rolled over the table top with both hands, and used the power of the "barbarian" to instantly turn the solid wood dining table over and hide behind it.

With a "Boom", an explosion sounded, and Rawls, who was hiding behind the solid wood dining table, only felt a numbness in his left shoulder, and then a huge thrust pushed the dining table and himself to fly backwards...

Pupupu, the raindrops of blood and flesh were blessed with great strength and speed. With Stephen's corpse as the center, they shot all around, dyeing the restaurant that was originally full of quaint atmosphere with blood.

The solid wood dining table tabletop that stood in front of Rawls was riddled with holes, and a huge force was transmitted to him, causing him to be thrown out and slammed onto one side of the wall.

"cough cough"

Rawls put one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. Looking at the restaurant that looked like a slaughterhouse, he slowly got up against the wall. His pupils shrank suddenly, his body rolled forward, and a flesh-and-blood sword suddenly pierced the wall behind him, almost stabbing into his body.

He squatted halfway, his brown eyes staring at the flesh-and-blood sword~lightnovelpub.net~ as it shrank back as if alive, leaving a huge hole. In the next second, countless slender flesh-and-blood thorns pierced the wall, and as the flesh-and-blood thorns slowly contracted, gray-white smoke rose up with the falling of countless gravel.

The smoke dissipated, a large human-shaped hole appeared on the wall, and a figure slowly walked out of the hole, his handsome face was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, his right hand was gone, replaced by a handle Flesh Greatsword.

Rawls stood up slowly, looking at Daniel's right arm that turned into a flesh and blood sword, his eyes flickered:

"Cough, can't you leave? You have to come back!"

Daniel's blood-stained face couldn't make out his expression, but he could tell from his exposed teeth that he was smiling:

"Mr. Adrian, do you see it again? Or as a 'lawyer', is it finally time to use your weapon?"

"Cough, Daniel Elliott, 26 years old, a well-known writer in Port Enmat, has an affair with a number of noble ladies and ladies, with an annual income of at least 500 pounds, not counting those hidden income , such as those gifts from noble ladies and young ladies."

Rawls's body gradually straightened up, and if he didn't look at the oil stains on his body, then he is now a barrister standing in the courtroom. As if he noticed this too, he took out the handkerchief on his chest and wiped it, but found it useless and threw it on the ground.

"But none of this matters, what matters is that last Monday, you, who were supposed to have a secret tryst with Viscountess Lyle of Port Enmatt, didn't make an appointment, but found Stephen Mossos, who had nothing to do with him. Although he is famous The painter, but his apprentice disappeared, went mad, no one else knows this, and it is impossible for you as a writer not to know.”