After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 125 Drink more hot water
"Elizabeth Gihen Surian Shelleywell's own handwriting..."

Yrel looked at the wet cloth in shock, densely packed with small characters, all written in blood.

This is a diary, but also a suicide note.

The young man who brought it was equally unbelievable: "I checked the balcony on the sixteenth floor and found it on the railing. This..." Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and his lips trembled.

Du Qian grabbed his shoulder, pinched her fingers white, and asked in grief and indignation: "If you have anything else to say, just say it clearly! Elizabeth is gone, and you don't have to be responsible for any of your statements! Who else is there?" Do you not have a certain degree of acceptance of these things? What are you hesitating about? Are you afraid of something when you hesitate? There should be no cowards in our team! Chen Hela!"

Yilei glanced at Du Qian: "If you can't maintain a rational and calm professional attitude, I will apply to the boss for a leave of absence."

"I do not need!"

"Then let go of our team members!" Yirel insisted heavily on the words "team members", "Remember, we are a team, he is not your prisoner, he is your comrade-in-arms."

She added another sentence lightly: "Even if Elizabeth is still alive, I don't want to see you acting like the director and being aggressive here."

These words woke her up, Du Qian took a deep breath, turned to look at Chen Hela: "... let's talk."

The young man looked around for a week, still a little timid, and his eyes were blank, looking very strange: "When I saw it, the cloth was wet by the rain, and the blood was already blurred..."

Upon hearing this, Yrel put it on the table, picked up the instrument and pointed it at the cloth.

"I thought that after Elizabeth's death, her body, clothes, and everything else might have residual rift radiation, so I planned to throw them into a steel box and destroy them..."

"However, at the moment I wanted to throw it in, my behavior was out of control, and I couldn't throw it in! I didn't know what happened to me... At that time, it seemed that there was something A mysterious force! As a result, I can't control my hand at all! It seems... It doesn't seem to be my hand anymore! I can't even hold such a light cloth..."

"Then……"

"I just put it in my pocket like this, and took it upstairs, suddenly! I took it out by a strange coincidence. I saw the blood on it slowly flowing back..."

"It's like time has been pressed backwards..."

"Little by little..."

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the next day.

"O virgin mother, daughter of your son,
You are humble and lofty above all living things,
This is the goal of eternal Providence,

Thou hast ennobled human nature,
Even God, who created man, wanted to be his own creation.

In your womb that love rekindled,

The heat of love gave birth to this beautiful flower,
Let it thus bloom in eternal peace.

You are to us in heaven like the benevolent noon sun,
On earth you are like a living fountain of hope to mankind.

O Holy Mother, you are so great, so sublime,
If those who hope for grace do not turn to you,
That would be his desire to fly without wings.

Your merciful breast not only gives aid to those who ask you,
And often magnanimously do not wait for prayers to be answered.

in you is tenderness, in you is mercy, in you is generosity,

All the virtues of the world are combined in you. "

The low and soothing chanting contains a mysterious rhythm, which fascinates everything present.

So much so that after he finished chanting, before people came back to their senses, other things began to become restless.

The beaker that Zhendi put on the long table has one eye and two ears in half. It jumped up and made a harsh collision sound with the potted plant next to it. He yelled in a strange way.

"This new girl is a fucking nympho! I've been staring at the priest for half an hour, and I still don't get tired of it! Why don't you give the priest his eyeballs to use as wind chimes? Didn't the priest say that only his house always Is it empty?"

There is a half-meter-long tentacle growing in the potted plant. The crystal-clear tender red tentacles are fresh and tender like a baby. It has no eyes, and its body is covered with mucus. The regular dark red cylindrical protrusions are like volcanoes every few centimeters. planted on it.

I have to say that with the appearance of the skin and tender flesh, these dozens of densely packed "small volcanoes" look quite fresh, and they can make people stare at them eagerly——

Like, stick your finger in it.

Of course, if its owner Knife Butcher is here, he will definitely put on a look of watching the show, waiting to see you being shocked by it, pear blossoms and rain.

Finally, he smacked his lips and told you gloatingly, don't underestimate it, it's not just some decorations.

Believe it or not, right now, it is slowly twisting and sensing the position of the beaker with its tiny tentacles, and the next second, at a time and position that the beaker absolutely cannot react to, it sticks out from a crimson protrusion A sharp white thorn!

In the blink of an eye, this sharp thorn pierced hard into the base of the beaker's tail.

"Aw!—Aw!" The beaker jumped up and down in pain and rolled its eyes, the light blue solution in the cup suddenly turned deep red, the beaker jumped three feet high, and with a whoosh, the solution also jumped up into the sky. Gululu fell back into the beaker.

The tentacles slowly and leisurely swayed with the wind, tender red and lovely, returning to a pure and harmless appearance.

The small volcano on its body blows air "Puff", and the breathing gradually becomes steady.

The dream was interrupted by a broken beaker, which had been kind enough not to sieve the beaker.

Ye Zhaoling stared dumbfounded as the priest picked up the beaker and handed it to him.

"Your head is injured, drink plenty of hot water, it will heal quickly."

Ye Zhaoling looked at the glass of water-red solution, and before he had time to cry and thank the priest for his kindness and loveliness, his eyes stuck to his face and he couldn't escape.

It's really a crime to have such a face that harms the country and the people.

Father Chusi has a handsome face, European and American but also exudes a reserved and classical Chinese style, and the Chinese style exudes a bit of exotic style that appeals to the heart.

The skin is so good that no pores can be seen, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are red, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, the height is more than a head taller than Ye Zhaoling, and the visual inspection is more than 1.9 meters.

Wearing the black robe of a clergyman doesn't give off an old-fashioned look, but rather looks extravagant.

When Ye Zhaoling saw the golden belt on his waist for the first time, he was shocked by the top-grade ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg in the middle.

Really rich, really rich.

Now she just wants to say, the waist is so thin!The waist is really thin.

The tentacles curiously reached out to Ye Zhaoling's eyes and swayed. It seemed to feel the naked hot emotion from the female creature, and it was very worried for the priest.

The female creature appeared to eat the priest alive.

"Cuckoo... Non-clergy are not allowed to add meals." So it kindly reminded.

Ye Zhaoling was very surprised: "Ah? Extra meal? What kind of meal?"

The tentacle didn't answer her question, but just shook its head knowingly, and then it added, "But you can secretly go to the priest at night, quietly, quietly... ... Puff puff!"

Chuss smiled and poured the solution in the beaker into the potted plant, and the tentacles were stimulated by the solution to puff out.

"Puff!—"

"Puff!—"

The originally tender pink body suddenly turned deep red from the roots, and finally fell exhausted into the emerald green soil of the pot.

After a few seconds, it returned to normal. Feeling Ye Zhaoling's stare, it twisted triumphantly.

"It's okay, I'm an immortal tentacle. Do you think I'll be drowned by a glass of water? That's impossible! You know, the priest is the best and the kindest, and he never abused us.

The knife butcher always forgot to water me, and I was dying of dryness every day or two.Later, I always have chapped skin and often get skin diseases.The priest never forgot to water me and taught me to fight fire with fire, but this time it was a little... spicy. "

Ye Zhaoling nodded ignorantly, and Father Chu Si stroked her forehead: "May God bless you, my child."

"Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang."

The grandfather clock chimed six times.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, the bell for dinner.

Seeing Ye Zhaoling still sitting on the chair without moving, Li Xuanyi next to him knocked on the table to remind her: "It's time for us to go to the door to welcome the nobles to come in for dinner."

Ye Zhaoling quickly put on the cloak and stood up. Under the pure white cloak, there was a dark green cheongsam embroidered with exquisite white tulips.

Chu Si fastened the gem buckle of the cloak for her: "This cheongsam is very unique in workmanship, and it fits you quite well. Is Tailor Jin willing to give you a set of clothes he made by himself?"

Ye Zhaoling looked down at the gem buckle on the cloak, and for a moment couldn't remember who Jin Tailor was.

Li Xuanyi raised his eyebrows, and smiled, with a deep meaning in his smile: "Of course Tailor Jin doesn't want to make clothes for low-class people casually. I heard that his sister, Miss Wu, rewarded her." He shrugged Shrugging shoulders, "This is also due to her admirer, who is good at dancing with sleeves."

Ye Zhaoling is very strange, why is this... what is his name?He speaks as he speaks, why does he always add the word "do" at the end?Doesn't this highlight his wisdom even more?
But she didn't choose to say it, the priest had already said that her head was hurt, it's better to talk less, the injury will heal quickly.

Unfortunately, after holding back for a second or two, she asked curiously again.

"What is an admirer? My lord priest."

The priest didn't answer, but Li Xuanyi replied kindly: "It's just a fool who is fascinated by the beautiful appearance and fascinated."

After Li Xuanyi finished speaking, he rolled her eyes impatiently, and ran outside the door. Ye Zhaoling glanced at his father, saluted, and followed.

At this moment, another question arose in her mind——

What is an idiot?

(End of this chapter)