Chapter 447

The servant walked away with a "I understand" expression.

In the last century, St. Michael's castle was used to detain some important prisoners for some time.

The basement of the ancient castle was built for this purpose. The walls made of huge stones, dark and humid environment, walking along the steps all the way, only feel the gloomy meaning immersed in the bone, which makes people shiver.

Even if the servant has been here many times, he still can't adapt to the environment.

No one can tell how many people died in the prison of an ancient castle for hundreds of years. Every stone wall may have a soul crying out. At the thought of this situation, the servant could not help but feel angry.

Quickening his pace, he went to a cell in the middle.

The little girl that Lord St. Michael said was imprisoned in that cell.

Not close, you can hear the girl's cry, very penetrating.

The servant frowned and suddenly kicked on the iron door of the cell and scolded, "Why are you crying? Cry again, or I will kill you! "

Inside, the little girl seemed to be frightened and her crying stopped for a short time. But then he burst into tears and cried: "I want dad, I want Dad..."

With a bang, the servant opened the iron door and went into the cell.

Bare cell, wet slate, only a small bed in the corner. There is a plate on the ground. The food inside is moldy. It can be seen that the little girl hasn't eaten for several days.

On the cot, a little girl who looked only six or seven years old was curling up in the corner with her knees in her arms. Her body was shivering and her face was full of fear.

Especially when she saw the servant coming in, her fear became more obvious and she kept curling back.

But she is already in the corner, but how can there be a place for her to retreat?

"Your father won't come. It's no use coming! This is St. Michael's castle! Even the agents of MI6 have to think about it if they want to come in. Don't say your father is just a yellow immigrant! " Said the servant with a contemptuous smile.

He stepped forward, glanced at the plate and kicked it away. The food inside was scattered all over the floor, and even many flew to the little girl's face and hung on her hair.

"Since you don't eat it, don't eat it in the future! It's shameless to give you face. You won't even listen to master St. Michael. Sooner or later, you will turn into a corpse to feed the dog The servant said grimly.

Suddenly he stepped forward and pinched the little girl's face.

He looked carefully, and suddenly found that although the little girl had tears and dust on her face, she looked a little dirty. But in fact, the face plate is very beautiful, with the typical melon shaped face of Oriental beauty, the eyebrows and eyes are very delicate, and the eyes are as shiny as two black gems. But a beauty.

"Dear, uncle, clean it for you." In the servant's heart, a rough hand was about to touch the little girl's face.

The fear in the little girl's eyes became more and more intense. Her whole body began to tremble and tremble. She was so scared that she even stopped crying. She only looked at the servant with a dead expression.

The servant was laughing, and his body began to move forward with his hand, trying to press the little girl under his body.

As long as he doesn't talk nonsense, no one will know what he did to the little girl.

Besides, the host also said that as long as she didn't die, she could be silenced in any way.

Isn't this the right way?

The servant's dirty thoughts kept flashing in his mind, and the little girl was about to be poisoned.

At this time, but see expression into rigid little girl suddenly eyes a turn, pupil instantly disappeared, leaving only white eyes.

The servant was stunned by this strange situation, and the action naturally stopped.

He thought the little girl was scared to death, and then he would be finished. The master will not forgive him.

The servant hurriedly pasted it up to check the little girl's breathing.

But before he came into contact with the little girl, he suddenly heard a scream that was not human.

The sound is high pitched and harsh, such as the ultrasonic wave from bats, which immediately diffuses into the servant's ears.

The servant immediately felt a headache, as if countless ants were gnawing at his brain.

The intense pain made him want to wail, but he couldn't. In an instant, the pain reached its peak. The servant only had time to snore, and then he lay down and fell unconscious.

But the little girl did not see the pupil's Eye Bead slightly turns, stares at the servant on the ground, for a long time you say a word: "not enough."

Then she stood up strangely from the corner of the wall, jumped off the bed with her bare feet, and stepped on the cold and wet bluestone floor with no expression.

Step by step, the little girl went to the food on the floor.

These already moldy meals, even for tramps will not eat.

But the little girl did not see that the food had gone bad at all. She stretched out her white hand, grasped the food in her hand, and began to chew it calmly.

The food was scattered all over the place. It was difficult for the little girl to pick it up. But she still meticulously picked up all the meals and ate them, not even a grain left.

After eating, the girl seems to have more than enough. She turns her head and looks around. The cell is empty. Where else can she eat?

Finally, the little girl found something edible.

servant.

She lowered her head and fixed her terrible eyes on the servant's body. I don't see the next step. I seem to be thinking about whether I should eat the food in front of me or not.

"Swallowing the same kind seems to be taboo. It seems that we can't do it. But it's not enough... "

The girl mumbled to herself, not knowing what she meant.

For more than ten minutes, the girl hesitated between eating and not eating. Finally, she was convinced by the so-called "taboo" and gave up the idea of eating the servant.

He bent down, dragged up the servant's body and threw it out of the cell.

Then with a bang, he locked the door of the cell and sat back in the corner.

It was a good time to escape, but she gave up.

"The man who can save me is coming." Like giving an explanation, the little girl inexplicably said such a sentence and closed her eyes.

The next second, the little girl opened her eyes again and returned to the original state. She was still the beautiful little girl, still cowering and crouching in the corner.

When she saw the servant outside the cell, she was obviously stunned. Obviously, I don't know what happened in front of me.

"Shit The servant awoke with an angry curse.

He felt that his head hurt badly, but he couldn't remember why he was lying on the ground. He only remembered that the master asked him to stop the girl from crying.

"Cry again and tear out your eyes!" The servant threatened the girl in the cell.

Then he felt puzzled. Why cut out her eyes?

But he did not know that in his heart, he had a deep fear of the little girl's white eyes.

Step on, step on, and the servant will leave quickly, as if running away.

The little girl was relieved and her curled up body relaxed slightly. Looking at a crack in the top of the cell through the sun, full of desire.

In the yard, Saint Michael, who got the report from the servant, nodded with satisfaction. The servant did a good job this time. I really can't hear the little girl's cry. It should be quiet.

But Saint Michael was angry at the thought of the little girl's refusal to cooperate.

The secret he wanted to know was hidden in the little girl. He couldn't get the secret without her cooperation.

"Damn, I can't do it, so I dissected her!" St. Michael's heart out of an extreme idea, but was immediately denied.

Because he is very clear that the effect of planing is very little, even if the technology is ten times more advanced, I'm afraid I can't know.

Modern science and technology do not even understand the operation principle of many functions of the human body, let alone understand a higher level.

Gudong, the angry St. Michael drank all the black tea in the cup, and didn't care about the aristocratic etiquette.

"Well? Here comes Wang Yong! " All of a sudden, the phone vibrated, said St. Michael after checking.

But the steward got off the plane and reported to St. Michael.

"You hide first. Don't worry. I won't forget you when I get what I want." Said St. Michael to Morgan.

Morgan nodded, and he was eager to leave.

He immediately stood up and walked to his guest room.

At this time, the housekeeper led Wang Yong out of the VIP passageway at London Airport, and a car with a strong style of the last century was parked beside several people.

Wang Yong glanced at the car, and his eyes jumped slightly.

Rolls Royce silver charm.

This is a 40 / 50HP series produced by Rolls Royce from 1906 to 1926. During the 20 years from 1906 to 1926, Yinmei produced 7874 vehicles in total. And it was replaced by the first generation mirage after it was discontinued.

It is precisely because of the silver charm that Rolls Royce is called the best car in the world - this is not the slogan of Rolls Royce itself, but the statement of autocar magazine in 1907.

This kind of car has a history of more than 100 years. It's very difficult to find one. After all, only more than 7000 cars were produced at that time, and all of them are antiques.

But now it is used as a means of travel, which shows the details of Lord St. Michael.

Inside information is not something you can have with money. With money, you can buy all kinds of luxury cars that are more expensive than this classic car, but you can't buy the low-key luxury represented by this car.

"Three, please." The housekeeper politely made an invitation gesture to let Wang Yong and the three get on the bus.

Wang Yong whistled and got into the car. When I got on the bus, I felt like a bumpkin. I wanted to take the car apart and study it.

The corner of the housekeeper's mouth twitched. He would have scolded someone else for a long time.

But Wang Yong couldn't do it. He didn't dare to scold.

The housekeeper could only bear the anger in his heart, pretending that he could not see or hear what Wang Yong had done, and signaling the driver to drive quickly.

Finally, the car started. Wang Yong is honest for the time being, but his hands are idle, but his mouth is not idle.

He began to take the initiative to talk to the driver and ask him about the performance data of the car. When Wang Yong heard that the car still kept the original design of the last century, he couldn't help smiling and stopped asking questions.