13 Mink Street

Chapter 5: He wants to kill me?

　　Mr. Hoffen was lying on the ground, and Karen stood in front of him;

　　 At this time, as long as Karen is willing, he can send Mr. Hoffen an early ride.

　　Because of the previous look and words of Mr. Hoffen, he was extremely stressed.

　　 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;

　　 Moreover, there is not only "life" in the conventional sense, but there are obviously other factors beyond Karen's cognition.

　　 If it’s just “running away from home,” Karen wouldn’t have such a great pressure. It’s not as simple as “expulsion from home”, and it can’t be as simple as that!

　　 The panic of medieval witches, Karen felt.

　　 stepped forward,

Bend over,

　　 Karen puts out his hand;

　　 Just pinch your neck again,

　　 Or pick up Mr. Hoffen's head, and while pretending to wake him up, make another knock on the tile to make up for the last injury.

So,

　　 The crisis vortex that suddenly appeared can also dissipate invisible before swallowing oneself.

so,

　　 Do you want to do it?

　　It’s not surprising to have this kind of thought. No matter how ordinary, no matter how normal and gentle, people will experience this kind of sudden emotional rampage and sudden evil thoughts in their lives.

　　 But in the end,

　　 Karen still stood still, motionless.

　　Wait until Mina, who came down from the second floor, started shouting, waited until Aunt Mary came up from the basement, and waited until Paul also ran over to pick up Mr. Hoffen,

　　 Karen recovered from the shouts of Aunt Mary, and stepped forward to help support Mr. Hoffen, and got into the hearse of the Innmeres house.

　　 Paul started the car, while Karen stayed in the carriage, accompanied by Mr. Hoffen.

　　 This "Guoshell" brand modified car was originally an extended version of an ordinary car. The chair in the co-pilot's position had been removed a long time ago, leaving more space and placing a coffin more than enough.

　　Mr. Hoffen lay there, motionless.

　　He is lucky. Ambulances are not popular in this era. He has a car right away and can be taken to the nearest hospital;

　　 More fortunately... even if he is not rescued, he still has a car to ride back, which is an exclusive car;

　　 Even, judging from the face of his relationship with his grandfather, he could still get a fracture in the funeral. The only thing that suffered was Aunt Mary.

"Ah…"

　　 Karen suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his face.

　　 At this time, the golden retriever who was in the car with the owner leaned close to Mr. Hoffen and licked his fingers.

　　 After rubbing against the master for a while, it walked slowly to Karen.

　　 Karen stretched out his hand, the Golden Retriever did not hide, letting Karen stroke its dog's head.

　　 seemed to feel comfortable. It simply climbed down and leaned on Karen's leg. After Karen didn't touch it, he arched Karen's hand with his nose and signaled to continue.

"Ugh…"

　　 Karen looked at Mr. Hoffen who was lying there again, and sighed.

　　 attached the back to the wall of the car,

　　 caught two dog heads,

"whatever."

　　...

　　 The car drove into the hospital, and Mr. Hoffen was taken to the rescue room.

　　 Baoer went through the formalities after he was busy,

　　 Karen took the golden retriever and sat on the bench by the flower bed.

　　 After sitting for about half an hour, Paul trot over with a smile on his face:

　　 "Master Karen, the doctor said that although Mr. Hoffen is still in a coma, he is out of danger."

　　 Karen let out a long sigh of relief, and felt a little relieved and disappointed;

　　 This old man, his fate is really hard, such a big pool of blood... he even survived.

　　 "The bills are all hanging at home." Paul said again.

　　Inmores’s family is a funeral club, and the relationship with the nearby hospital is very good;

How good is 　　,

　　 Aunt Winnie, who is in charge of the household accounts, can even have a list of those who are seriously ill in the hospital recently.

　　 Sometimes even if you are still being rescued, Uncle Mason is already smoking and waiting in the parking lot outside.

　　 As long as there is interest, there will inevitably be a chain;

　　With this relationship, going through some formalities will naturally be quick.

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

　　 "Um... you can call in a nurse."

　　 "Then please."

　　 "Um... good master, I'll make arrangements."

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

　　 "I have... Master, do you either?"

"Um."

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

"thanks."

　　 "You are polite, I'll go to the nurse first."

"okay."

　　 Karen took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. During this period, smoking ban was not strict. Even in the hospital yard, Karen saw many people with cigarettes in their mouths, and the passing nurses would not scold it.

　　 I light a stick and take a sip;

　　 The brain once again warned against the invasion of "toxins", and the body also made a rejection reaction, and the feeling of nausea and retching came immediately;

　　 But Karen ignored it.

　　 He felt that he was just like "smoke", very stupid.

　　 The old smoker just resisted the discomfort of the body and forcibly learned a bad habit that would continue to harm his body;

　　 and myself,

　　 He was sent to the hospital with Mr. Hoffen out of danger, sitting and watching himself slip into the unknown abyss step by step.

　　 He is reviewing himself, but not very strongly;

　　 He is also regretting, and it is not very strong either;

　　 He thinks he is stupid, um, this feeling is extremely strong.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 is holding a burning cigarette in his hand,

　　 Karen leaned back and leaned back on the bench.

　　 and at this moment,

　　 A shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, Karen was taken aback and noticed that the smoke from her fingertips had been taken away.

　　 "You... Grandpa?"

　　 It was Diss who appeared in front of Karen.

　　 Diss still wore the same clothes he had when he went out, but Karen noticed obvious stains on Diss's trouser legs. There seemed to be black marks in his hand holding his cigarette?

Is 　　 mud?

　　 Diss 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. Hoffen's "questioning" of himself. After things came together, I noticed an unusual smell.

　　 You know, Grandpa Diss, and Mr. Hoffen are old friends.

It’s not that he is worried about what Mr. Hoffen will tell his grandfather when he wakes up. It seems to be the grandfather who is a retired philosophy teacher who only loves "divination" or "metaphysics," who also runs a funeral club and works part-time as a priest. …No, it should be the most mysterious one.

　　 Mr. Hoffen can know, grandpa... will he be unaware?

　　 So, resist being strict, and confession can you be lenient?

　　 But looking at Grandpa’s face,

　　 Karen’s "Truth Words" circled in his throat, and then he put it back.

road:

　　 "Uncle Mason taught me."

　　 Diss frowned slightly when he heard the words.

　　 "Mr. Hoffen is inside, and the doctor said he is out of danger." Kalentun reported.

　　 Diss nodded and asked: "Mary told me the story, was she scared?"

　　 "No... um... Yes, I was scared."

　　 Karen replied a little incoherently, but Karen felt it was not her own reason.

　　 "I'll go see him, wait a minute."

　　 "Okay, grandpa."

　　Dis walked in;

　　 After about a quarter of an hour, Diss and Paul walked back together. Karen also got up and followed to the parking lot.

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

　　 "Not long ago, if I watched a lot, it will be done." Paul replied shyly.

　　 "Have you verified it?"

　　 "I took the exam." Paul replied immediately.

　　 "From next month, your salary will be increased by one thousand rupee every month."

　　 "Thank you Mr. Diss, thank you Mr. Diss."

Paul and Ron have a very strong personality contrast. Ron likes drinking and playing cards. Today, after he is busy with the basement, he will leave work immediately. He should be in a tavern now. You stayed to wipe the car;

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

　　 Paul still drove, and Karen and Diss were sitting in the back. Because there were no seats, the two sat face to face on the cushions.

　　 "Do you need to inform Mr. Hoffen's family, grandpa?"

　　 "No, his sons and daughters have cut off relations with him long ago, and they are not in Luojia. You remember to come over and see his situation in a few days."

　　 "Okay, grandpa."

　　 After a brief exchange,

　　 Karen saw Diss stretch out his hand and rolled up his sleeves.

　　 What shocked Karen was that one-third of the area of Grandpa's left hand was "black charred", as if rolling over a charcoal fire.

　　 "Pliers," Diss said.

　　 "Huh?" Karen was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately woke up, stepping forward and opening the black box beside his grandfather, which contained a set of small surgical instruments and some things that were obviously not used at normal times.

　　 For example, a few bottles of liquids with weird colors, crystal beads, a peculiar iron plate, a leather whip made of strange material...the most eye-catching thing is a sword hilt with a hollow in the middle.

　　 There are two exquisite carvings on the left and right sides of the hilt. On the left is a twisted skull, and on the right is the kind saint.

　　Even though the hilt does not have a blade, Karen carefully avoided it when he took things, as if there might be an invisible blade cutting off his fingers.

　　 Karen handed the pliers to grandpa.

　　 Grandpa picked up the pliers with his right hand, clamped a corner of his black scorched skin, and slowly tore it open.

　　Although the car was moving, Karen still clearly heard the crispness of paper that was torn apart.

The golden retriever next to 　　, who came back with him, stared at the dog's eyes, curled up in the corner, shivering.

　　 Grandpa, without anyone else, tore off two pieces of blackened skin with pliers, and said:

　　 "Tweezers."

　　 "Oh, good." Karen passed the tweezers.

　　 But Grandpa didn't pick it up. Instead, he put his hand in front of Karen, and at the same time delivered the pliers with his right hand.

　　 In the memory of "Karen", there has never been a similar scene.

　　 However, after pursing her lips, Karen still held the tweezers in her right hand and the tweezers in the left hand. First, she used the tweezers to pull the black charred skin out of the gap, and then used the tweezers to pull the whole piece off.

　　 Under the black charred skin, there is red tender flesh, faintly infiltrated with blood.

　　 from beginning to end,

　　 Diss never called pain,

　　 His face didn't even move.

　　 When all the black scorched skin was cleaned up, Diss's left arm seemed to have just been boiled in boiling water.

　　 "Okay," Karen said.

"Um."

　　 Diss stretched out his hand, picked up a purple liquid bottle, flicked the stopper with his fingertips, and poured all the liquid inside onto his left arm.

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Karen sucked this cold breath.

　　Because he saw Diss's left arm, white smoke began to rise, accompanied by the crisp sound of hot oil.

　　 for a long time,

　　 Diss took a long sigh of relief and lowered his sleeves.

　　 Karen asked with concern: "Doesn't it need to be bandaged?"

　　 Diss shook his head.

　　 Karen didn't say anything, and continued to sit down.

　　 The car also stopped at this time, and the home is here.

　　 Karen took Mr. Hoffen’s golden retriever and got out of the car, while Paul pulled over and parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the courtyard.

　　 "Mr. Diss, Master Karen, I will go back first, and I will come early tomorrow to set up the mourning room."

　　 "Okay." Diss nodded.

　　 Paul, who got a raise, ran to his home happily.

　　 Karen kept stopping at the door of his house, and didn't rush in because Diss didn't go in.

　　 Two people, one dog,

　　 just stood at the gate of the courtyard.

　　 On the window sill on the third floor of the villa, Pu'er stood up and looked straight at it.

Inexplicable,

　　 is like the background music of a stage play suddenly changed its style,

　　 is so abrupt,

　　 but it is so clear;

　　 Karen felt her lips start to tremble, and her breathing began to become quicker.

　　 The golden retriever who was being led by Karen looked up at Karen with some doubts, because it found that his leash was shaking...the reason was that the person holding him was shaking his hands.

　　 People have a sixth sense,

　　 can be told by the wind, it can be told by the sun, or even by the flowers and plants in the fence;

　　 Karen doesn't know if the sixth sense will be strengthened after a person "dead" once and then come back to life. In fact, he doesn't even have the mind to think about these things now.

　　 He feels that he is now like an egg that has just been taken out of the chicken coop, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is being played with by a naughty child who keeps weighing and throwing his hands;

run?

　　 Karen twisted his neck as much as possible, looked to the side, there was a road, and he could spread his legs and run all the way to the end...

　　 Immediately afterwards, Karen began to twist her neck in the other direction, but twisted halfway, and then lowered her head unconsciously.

　　 lowered his head,

　　 He saw his trouser legs,

　　 also saw Grandpa’s left arm,

　　 even saw the hilt of the sword in his left hand that was obviously put back into the black box by himself, but was held at this time;

　　 For a time,

　　 Karen felt that tears in her eyes began to brew, her nose began to sour, and it seemed that her nose would fall down, and her facial muscles were also slightly cramped;

　　 in front of my eyes,

　　 doesn’t seem to be the Immeles’ villa at 13 Mink Street anymore,

　　 is the ground layer upon layer,

Own,

　　 is standing in the middle of the high platform, next to it is a gallows prepared for himself.

　　 "Karen."

　　 Diss's voice was like a thunder blasting in his ears.

"grandfather…"

　　 Karen’s teeth were shaking.

　　 Correspondingly, his inner heart is extremely peaceful, which is a sense of tearing between the spirit and the body.

　　 "Karen, where is this place?"

　　 Karen opened her mouth.