Chapter 662

McGonagall rode his bicycle towards the restaurant, thinking about going to lodu, frowning slightly.

I'm afraid this trip is inevitable. The most important thing is how to improve the safety. No one can recognize him as Alex.

If the opponent is too strong to be recognized now, there is no need to take revenge. Even his life can not be guaranteed.

"Under the bridge in front of the gate, there are a group of ducks swimming..." Amy sat in the back seat, singing and counting ducks in a clear voice, shaking her hands happily, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The ugly duckling lay in the basket, rolling from left to right, and from right to left, rolling his eyes, with an expression of lovelessness.

"Father, do I sing well?" Amy suddenly interrupts Meg's thinking.

"Ah?" McGonagall felt a little sorry and said with a smile, "well, Amy sings so well. My father wants to hear another song."

"Well, well, then I'll sing the little girl picking mushrooms." Amy was praised and nodded happily. Then she began to sing: "the little girl picking mushrooms, carrying a..."

The song was crisp and soft. MEG listened quietly, leaving his troubles behind for a while.

This time alone with Amy, the little guy can always make his heart peace quickly, just like finding a harbor.

The bicycle stops outside the dining room. MEG picks Amy and the ugly duckling out of the car. Looking at the dark dining room, he says strangely, "why don't you turn on the light? Is Barbara asleep? "

"Is sister Barbara a a pig? Go to bed so early. " Amy asked with a smile, holding the duckling who was still dizzy.

"Probably." McGonagall said with a smile, took out the key to open the door, opened the door, just want to enter, but suddenly found a dark figure lying on the door of the restaurant, vaguely can see is a figure.

"Lying trough!"

McGonagall was so scared that he almost threw out the door in his hand. In the dark dining room, a figure with a shawl was lying face down at the door of the dining room, one hand forward, pointing to the direction of the door, as if to say: "the murderer is..."

"It's sister Barbara! What happened to her? " Amy squatted to the ground with the ugly duckling in her arms and asked nervously.

McGonagall reached out to turn on the light. It was Barbara lying at the door, her left hand hanging beside her and her right index finger outstretched. She seemed to have written something on the ground, pale and motionless.

"The scene of the murder?"

McGonagall was also in a panic when he looked at the scene. He bent down and put his finger on Barbara's neck artery. His skin felt slightly cool, but he could still feel the weak pulse. He was relieved that he didn't die.

"There's a line here." Amy said, pointing to Barbara's hand.

MEG moved Barbara's hand aside a little, revealing a few words written in black charcoal: "give me the beef kebab..."

After turning over Barbara's palm, there are traces of black charcoal on her index finger.

"Isn't this girl... Hungry?" McGonagall looked at Barbara absurdly. When he went out this evening, he left dinner for Barbara in the incubator. Because she seemed to be sleeping, he wrote a note and pasted it on the kitchen door.

"Then, father, what shall we do now?" Amy looked at MEG and asked curiously.

"Wake her up first." MEG turned Barbara over and reached for her.

It's 1.55 meters. It's flat chested. It's almost weightless in my arms, just like a child.

"System, help me scan her physical condition and find out what's wrong with her body." MEG stopped, stood under the door and said to the system in his heart.

"The host doesn't have the right to diagnose the disease, please raise it as soon as possible..." the voice of the system rings.

"A diagnosis costs 500 copper coins, do not do?" MEG interrupted the system directly.

"Do it!" The response of the system is not a bit artificial.

"Ding! Test complete! 500 coppers deducted! Test report table has been generated, please check! " Soon, the sound of the system came back.

McGonagall put Barbara on a table to one side and looked through the test report in his mind.

Barbara, 15 years old, gender: female; Strength: Level 7 space magician. Diagnosis: severe hypoglycemia! Severe anemia! Serious flat chest! The other indexes were normal.

"System, what kind of disease is this serious flat chest?" MEG almost thought he was blind, and couldn't help but make complaints about it.

"According to the principles of modern medicine, serious flat chest is also a female disease. If it can not be effectively improved, it may have a great impact on women's physiology and psychology." The system meaning is the right word.

"You can pull it." MEG turned his eyes, and he was too lazy to keep up with the system. Serious hypoglycemia and severe anemia, a Royal Highness could give birth to this disease, and it was not easy.

However, since the diagnosis of the disease has been completed, McGonagall also has a bottom in his heart. At least it is not an incurable disease such as heart disease, tumor and cancer. It should be no problem to supplement sugar water and blood later.

MEG went into the kitchen, poured a cup of life fountain, added two spoonfuls of sugar to it, and then helped Barbara up to feed her.

After a while, Barbara's pale face was obviously improved, and she had some blood color again. Her weak breathing was also gradually accelerated, and her body recovered some temperature and was no longer cold.

"Well... Where is this, your highness?" Barbara slowly opened her eyes, some weak voice, and then her eyes fell on McGonagall's face, looking at the face so close to her.

Barbara felt that her body suddenly regained consciousness, and then felt the warm hands on her back. Her eyes were round, her face was red, and she stood up from the table.

As a result, the body just recovered a little bit of strength shook, suddenly did not stand firm, directly fell into McGonagall's arms, his hands subconsciously wrapped around McGonagall's neck, face almost close to his face.

"I said, I'm just trying to save you out of humanitarianism. You don't have to throw yourself in this way, do you?" McGonagall, still holding the cup in his hand, opened her hands and looked at Barbara, who was holding his neck and almost put her face on his face.

For this kind of child who has not yet begun to develop, he really can't raise a little interest in that aspect.

Barbara's face was in a panic. Subconsciously, she released her hands directly. Then she rubbed her face against McGonagall's chest and knelt down in front of McGonagall.