Chapter 21

Qin Lun's eyelids trembled slightly and opened his eyes slowly. He only felt that he had a long dream. An ant like voice looms in the dream, but it is extremely clear, as if it has been deeply engraved into the depth of consciousness.

That voice doesn't belong to any known language, but Qin Lun somehow understands all the contents, just like it directly affects his soul, without any translation at all.

"Wuwuwu......" Just as Qin Lun wanted to study the content of the voice, a broken Gong like sob sounded in his ear.

This time, Qin Lun guarantees that this is not the rule of breaking the starry sky, because the voice is so unpleasant and harsh that it is comparable to the cry of a Nightowl, which makes him unable to lie down quietly.

"Shut up!" Qin Lun couldn't bear to drink.

"Ah..." The sound of weeping like a broken Gong stopped abruptly, but instead it was a loud scream.

Qin Lun sullenly lifted a thin layer of things on his body, stood up and sat up, looking towards the scream without expression. In the high moon, a man with an ugly face and a hunchback in shabby clothes was sitting on the ground in fear.

"Master Wellington, I know you're not satisfied with such a funeral, but poor Frank really has no money. Prepare a coffin for you!"

The hunchback man's hair is puffed out, the beard of his chin is covered with dust, and his coarse linen shirt is stained. Maybe it's because of the relationship between long-term work and being covered with mud. It's really hard to judge the specific age, but it's estimated preliminarily that it should be less than 50 years old.

Funeral? Qin Lun turned to look around him, and then he suddenly turned his mouth. His place is a gloomy forest cemetery. In addition to the cold moonlight scattered on the ground through the branches, and the dark tomb with heavy shadows, he even lacks a sound of insects and rats.

The thin thing Qin Lun just opened is a broken straw mat. Half a meter away from him, there is a rectangular pit more than a meter deep, which is obviously the tomb for him.

After calming down for a while, Qin Lun immediately came up with the information about the identity of the plot in the death list. After leaving the broken sky, the death list seems to be less suppressed and easier to summon.

Wellington Stein, human, 24 years old, occupation: Folk doctor. He practiced medicine for generations, but did not obtain the official qualification.

Private doctors without official license! Qin Lun's face is slightly drawn. In other words, the original owner of his body is a mediocre grasshead quack.

Qin Lun looked back at the hunchback man, and Wellington's remaining memory immediately revealed his relevant information.

Frank? Human, 32 years old, unprofessional vagrant, private servant of Wellington Stein.

He's only thirty-two? Qin Lun was slightly surprised. He looked at least 50 years old from Frank's wrinkled and ugly appearance, and from Frank's scrawny hands.

According to Wellington's remaining memory, Frank was originally an abandoned baby, picked up by Wellington's father from the field and raised. Originally, I wanted to sell it to a factory in the city as a child laborer, but because Frank was so ugly that he was not only a hunchback, but also a little disabled. He couldn't sell it at all, so he had to be used as a servant all the time.

However, Frank was very grateful for Stan's father and son's reception and loyalty to the stans. When I was a child, I also blocked the bullying of my little friends for Wellington. When I grew up, I worked hard and made a lot of contributions to Wellington's "medical research".

For example: go to the cemetery to help Wellington steal fresh corpses for him to dissect and learn, "master Wellington, you are not dead yet?"

At this time, Frank was a little more relaxed and asked in a bold, low voice. After all, he is the owner of his own family, and he has been dealing with corpses in the cemetery for many years, so he can still distinguish the dead from the living.

What is not dead! Qin Lun just revealed a habit of smiling directly disappeared, his eyes were red, there was a very direct impulse to kill him. However, realizing that the loyal servant was of great use to himself, the red light in the eyes of the murderer faded away.

Qin Lun stood up silently and dusted his body. He suddenly found that he was wearing a pair of old leather gloves, a knee length black velvet trench coat, a black gentleman's vest and a white shirt with lace edge, a pair of black pants and long boots.

This dress can be seen in the eyes. Except for the old clothes, the white shirt is yellowish, and the cuff and lining are obviously damaged. It's just a person.

"Master Wellington, you are not dead!" Frank was glad to see Qinlun standing up. He used all his limbs to climb on the ground for several steps. He held his master's thigh in one hand, opened his mouth wide, and revealed his rotten teeth covered with black and yellow tartar. He cried and howled. His ugly face was suddenly covered with snivel and tears.

"I......" Seeing Frank's tears and snivels on his trousers legs, Qin Lun finally kicked the loyal servant to the ground without holding his breath.

"I've been dead for a few days Oh no, I was in a coma for a few days! " Qin Lun covered his face, took a deep breath, and calmed Frank's anger."Young master, you are dead Oh no, I've been in a coma for almost three days! " Frank wiped his face and peeped at Qin Lun carefully, as if he was still confirming the life and death of his master.

"Is there any water nearby? Take me there!" Qin Lun told me without expression.

"Young master, are you thirsty? I have water! " Frank hesitated for a moment, then he felt for a small flat aluminum kettle in his arms.

"No, I want to clean my body!" Qin Lun frowned and took over the flat pot. Although the clothes seemed to have been cleaned before burial, they are now full of the body's rotten smell. You can't just wear them to see people.

"Cough! What is this? " Qin Lun put the flat pot to his mouth. Just after drinking it, he was coughed by the pungent smell, and his white face turned to eggplant color.

"Here This is the kind of wine from the young master's studio Alcohol, however, I didn't take much. There was some water in it! " Frank rubbed his rough hands and muttered, "it's colder at night. Drink some to keep out the cold!"

Medical alcohol mixed with water! Qin Lun's eyes glared, and his pupils flashed scarlet light. Once again, he had an impulse to strangle Frank directly. The murderer has not been killed so far.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath for several times, and reluctantly suppress the impulse of killing people in your heart. Qin Lun yelled again, expressionless, "lead the way ahead, take me to the nearby water source!"

"Oh!" Frank shrunk his head and promised, but he didn't start at once. Instead, he squatted on the ground and fumbled, picked up two things and handed them to Qin Lun.

Qin Lun took over the two things, eyebrows a pick, this is a small hat with wide eaves and a walking stick. In the moonlight, you can see that the Brass Wrapped hands on the top of the walking stick have been worn out for the most part, which looks extremely old. It should be the inheritance of Wellington's father.

At the same time, Qin Lun unconsciously put his hand into his coat pocket, and his face suddenly changed. This is not his habit, but the habit of the dead Master Stan, Wellington.

"And my pocket watch?" Qin Lun showed a warm smile on his face, but his eyes flashed red again. From Wellington's remaining memory, he felt that the young man should have a brass pocket watch inherited from his father's generation, which was also the most valuable thing in him.

"Master's pocket watch..." Frank's face showed a trace of guilt, his eyes twinkled and he replied, "I thought the young master had passed away, and I took the pocket watch away!"

Qin Lun was silent, and his eyes were more and more red. However, when he noticed Frank's direction, he was slightly shocked. At one end of the tomb, a small square stone tablet is lying in the soil.

Qin Lun's heart moved. He stepped forward and raised the stone tablet. He sighed. This stone tablet is engraved with Wellington Stan's name. This is the young man's tombstone! Instead of pocketing his pocket watch, Frank chose to set up a tombstone for him.

If you think about it, Wellington didn't have a coffin before he died, but his clothes were neat. At least compared with frank, who was not covered, they were much more dignified.

If this ugly and disabled servant had not been loyal to his master, he would have stripped Wellington's clothes and put himself in the cold. As for the money for pocket watch, it's estimated that it's only enough to exchange this tombstone for making a coffin for young people.

Think of the disabled Frank carrying Wellington's body and tombstone, in the middle of the night to touch this gloomy and horrible woods. Medical alcohol mixed with water was used to resist the cold wind at night, and such a tomb was dug for the owner.

The smile on Qin Lun's face was not diminished at all, but the red light in his eyes was slowly collected.

"Let's go. It's still dark. Go to the river to clean it!"

Frank's left and right feet are not symmetrical, and he limps slowly. At this time, in the moonlight, Qin Lun found that the servant had the same height, broad shoulders and thick skeleton with his head down. If it wasn't for a hunchback, it would have been a big man.

Qin Lun did not urge Frank any more, and he followed him with ease. From time to time, he looked at the fragmentary tombstones and the human remains exposed on the ground with interest. He walked in his backyard calmly.

Not far from the forest cemetery, there is a small stream. Qin Lun stripped his clothes three or two times and stood naked in the stream to wash his body and clothes. He didn't climb up the bank until his rotten smell was diluted.

Frank made a campfire by the stream. When he saw Qin Lun go ashore, he immediately took his clothes and dried them by the campfire with a branch fork.

"Master Wellington, have another drink to warm yourself up?" Frank gave Qin Lun the flat wine pot filled with water and alcohol.

"You! Go down and wash me, too! " Qin Lun smiled and accepted the wine pot without expression. He kicked the hunchback servant into the stream.