13 Mink Street

Closing the door is a kind of psychological hint to oneself, and the next action of locking the door is a further deepening of this hint.

This is a dream, or in other words, the intercommunication and construction of this "spiritual consciousness" is based on "dreams". The rhythm of others ignores your own autonomy.

Immediately afterwards,

Karen turned and went back to the bedroom,

I saw myself lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Karen breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that he was now on an equal footing with that "old man", and the other party made an application for "talking" to him, but he chose to refuse.

In the bedroom, the sleeping self lying down is no longer a hint, but an explicit expression, which means that you have autonomy over this "dream".

Karen closed her eyes,

When you open your eyes again,

Karen sat up straight from the bed.

It was already light outside the window, it was morning.

Pu'er was startled awake, and while rubbing his eyes with cat's claws, he said:

"Karen, you're awake."

In the kennel, the golden retriever also got up, spread his limbs, and began to stretch.

Karen got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom door, and looked at the study room with the door tightly closed. The key that was originally inserted in the lock of the handle fell to the ground.

He bent down, picked up the key and inserted it, and opened the door of the study. It was very quiet and clean inside.

Karen went to the desk and found a book on the desk.

Pick up the book and look at the cover. The title of the book is "Only the light can illuminate your past. "

The author name of the book is empty;

Karen remembered finding this book while looking through the bookcase in his study, but he chose to skip it.

When I entered the study room yesterday, the desk was empty, and it was impossible that Pu'er or Kevin came to the study room late at night to read on a whim last night, and it was this book.

However, out of caution, Karen shouted:

"Which of you entered the study last night?"

"I don't."

"Wow!"

"It also said no."

"Oh, I had a dream last night. In the dream, I saw an old man sitting here reading a book in the study. Now I found this book on the desk. In the dream, he even called me in to have a chat."

Pu'er tilted his head: "Then what did you guys talk about?"

"Wang?"

"I closed the door and didn't talk."

"Well, choose wisely." Pu'er nodded.

"Wow!" The golden retriever also nodded.

"Could it be the previous owner?" Pu'er asked.

"I don't know. The previous owner left furniture, but didn't leave a single photo. When I get back from get off work, I'll find Alaye and ask about the previous owner's appearance."

"So, there is one more thing at home, and you still have to go to work?" Pu'er asked.

"Do you want to say that the house is haunted?" Karen asked back.

"almost……"

"Look at yourself, and look at Kevin, do I need to worry about the haunted house?"

"I think what you said makes sense!"

"Wow!"

"You two are at home today, check the house again, the focus is on this study, okay, I'm going to the hospital to visit Alfred now, there is food in the kitchen, there are snacks on the dining table, you can make do with it These."

"Oh, Karen, you don't have to worry about us. No matter how stupid we are, we won't starve to death at home."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Karen picked up her briefcase, picked up the bag containing Alfred's clothes, and walked out of the apartment.

"Should we take the tram?" Karen hesitated.

He didn't hesitate to take the tram because of the shadow left by yesterday's incident, but he was afraid that the tram on this line would not resume today because of yesterday's incident.

However, luckily, Karen saw a taxi parked in front of him, and the driver was leaning against the door and eating the sauce cakes he just bought from a small vendor.

People in Wien like sauces very much, and all kinds of strong sauces are almost an indispensable part of their life. Therefore, people in Wien like to stick cakes very much, because it can be conveniently served with sauces.

"By car, sir?"

"Yes."

"Okay, please sit down."

The driver wrapped the half-eaten pie in a bag.

"No rush, you can finish your breakfast."

"No, we can't delay the guest's itinerary, where are we going?"

"Conyo Hospital."

"OK."

Because it was early in the morning, before the morning rush hour, the road conditions were good, and there were almost no traffic jams, and we drove to the hospital gate. The fare was paid out of the 200 reals left yesterday.

Then, Karen suddenly remembered that he forgot to bring out his passbook, and he planned to go to the bank to withdraw money today.

Not in a hurry to enter the hospital, Karen first came to the itinerant vendor at the entrance of the hospital.

All right,

Pie booth!

"Oh handsome sir, what would you like to eat?"

The woman in the apron watched as Karen licked her lips. Her lips were just chapped by the cold wind in the morning.

"Three pastries."

"Okay, what flavor sauce?"

"One without sauce, one with hot sauce and one with ketchup."

"I guess your friend who said no sauce must be a solitary heretic," said the woman.

Karen nodded, he himself didn't want to eat sauces.

"6 reels, if you don't want sauce, 5 reels will be fine."

"Give."

"Okay, you take it."

Karen walked into the hospital with three pastries, went up the stairs, and entered the ward.

In the ward, Shirley was feeding Alfred meat floss bread.

"Master." Alfred looked at Karen and smiled.

"Master, you are here." Xili stood up.

Karen handed her the pastry;

"Haha, post cake!" Xi Li was very happy, "Master, have you eaten, which flavor of sauce do you choose?"

"I'll eat meat floss bread."

"Okay, master."

"This is Alfred's clothes, because you don't have any at home," Karen said.

"Master, I'm fine. I sent a message to my family last night, saying that I will take care of my employer here. In the morning, my father and younger brother came to bring me my clothes. They also helped me with the meat floss bread. I bought it."

Apparently, Shirley's status in the family has also improved significantly because of this high-paying maid job.

"In addition, Mr. Alfred is in good condition. During the examination last night, the doctor praised this as a medical miracle. He said that he had been a doctor for so many years, and he had never seen such a good recovery from a large area of ​​burns. He said that this was sent by God. Ganlin."

"cough……"

Hearing this, Alfred, who was eating the pie, choked.

Shirley immediately patted his back and gave him water.

After eating the meat floss bread in his hand, Karen said: "I'm going to work first, you should take care of your wounds."

"Okay, master."

"Don't worry, young master, leave it to me."

Karen nodded, walked out of the ward, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, walked out of the inpatient building, and saw the hearse of Pavaro's family again.

The rear door of the hearse was open, and Peake and Dincombe were loading the corpse. This time the corpse was not a fat man, and they were loading it very quickly.

Karen walked over to say hello: "So early?"

"Ha, I ran into you again." Pique responded with a smile, "I took another order in the morning, and the death certificate just came out. I chose our family's funeral club."

"It's the two of you driving again, where is Mr. Pavaro?"

"The boss is going to eat some snacks. We came here immediately after answering the phone in the early morning. The boss got out of the car halfway. I think the ladies haven't woken up yet. The boss was still knocking on the door when we left."

"Mr. Pavaro is really in good health and in good spirits."

Dingcomb looked at Karen and said, "You live not far from our funeral club, so come visit us when you have time."

"Okay, sure, I'll come to thank you when I finish handling the matter at hand. You guys are busy first, and I'll go first."

"Are you going back?"

"No, to the Santor Building."

Dingcombe said; "It's not far anyway, let's take you there, Peake, and drive."

"okay."

"Is it right?" Karen asked.

"What's wrong, it's hard to get a taxi at the gate here."

"Thank you so much."

"Don't be so polite, we are friends now."

At this time, Peake jumped out of the driver's seat again: "Dincombe, there is still a list here that has not been stamped."

"Then you go cover it first."

"Okay." Pique smiled at Karen again, "I'll be right back."

After Pique ran away, Dingcomb looked at Karen, and suddenly said:

"I heard from the proprietress that the gentleman who sent in yesterday is your boss?"

Karen looked at Dincombe, not in a hurry to answer.

He knew that among the two guys, Pique was the most carefree, and Dingcomb was the one with the more careful thoughts, so after Pique yelled "praise order" that day, Dingcombe reminded him.

Seeing that Karen didn't speak, Dingcombe continued: "But that day I heard that gentleman calling you...Master?"

Sure enough, he remembered this detail.

"The proprietress originally hoped to earn some coupons from you, haha."

This is to remind yourself that the priest is your servant.

Karen nodded.

Now, instead of Dingcombe, why don't you just nod and say nothing?

There was no fear on Karen's face that the "identity lie" was exposed, but he looked at him very calmly.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Dincomb.

What kind of status is it to have a priest as his servant at such a young age?

"You didn't tell Mr. Pavaro about this, did you?"

"No, when I saw you, I just thought of the title that day."

"Well, please keep this a secret."

"Hehe, why?"

Karen looked serious and folded her hands on her chest:

"Praise order."

"..." Dinkom.

"When those who maintain order are corrupted, they need a whip that represents order to flog them."

"You...you are the whip of order!"

"Hush." ​​Karen made a "silence" gesture to Dingcombe, "You are just a little servant of the gods, and no matter what the results of our investigation of Mr. Pavaro are, you will not be affected. Unless you insist on getting involved yourself."

"No, I won't. The boss's business has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, actually, Mr. Pavaro should have guessed our identities, that's why he took the initiative yesterday."

"I don't think the boss may have...the boss has been, always been kind," Dincombe said.

"This is for us to judge, not you."

"Yes, yes, yes, I see, I will not say anything, I will keep it secret."

"Um."

"It's stamped." Pique ran back, "What are you talking about, it looks so serious."

"Dincombe said he wanted to take me for refreshments, but I said no."

"Hahaha, Dingcomb, you fool, you are so handsome, why do you need to spend money on snacks?"

"I told him that too, so he got mad."

"Hahahahaha."

Peak smiled and sat in the driver's seat again.

When Karen got into the car, Dincomb reached out to help him, but Karen refused and got into the rear compartment and sat down.

After Dingcomb got into the car, he sat opposite Karen, sitting very straight and rigorous.

Peake drove the car humming, not paying attention to what was going on behind him.

On the way, passing the location where the tram bombing happened yesterday, a group of demonstrators were already gathering, and the signs were ready, basically with slogans such as "oppose illegal immigration" and "purple ghosts get out of Wien".

However, what surprised Karen was that in front of the demonstrators, there was a group of well-dressed purple-haired people who seemed to be negotiating with the demonstrators. The group of purple-haired people did not choose to resist at all, even though their physique seemed taller.

Pique blew a whistle, and drove over before the traffic was blocked by the parade, and he did not forget to joke:

"They didn't fight, they were talking about reason."

The Santor Building arrived soon, the car stopped, and Dingcomb reached out to help Karen open the rear compartment:

"Be careful."

Karen got out of the car and waved them goodbye.

You little servant of God...

hehe,

My aloof apocalypse.

"Karen."

A familiar voice sounded, Karen turned around and found that it was Piaget.

"The car you got off just now looks familiar."

"Hearse."

"Now that the funeral clubs are so competitive, is the hearse also coming to grab the taxi business?"

"A funeral agency is very close to where I live now. I got to know them and they specially took me for a ride."

"Oh, so that's the case, so, is this a business investigation?" Piaget teased, "I thought you were planning to open a funeral home in York City."

"I have had this idea, but it is not realistic now. At present, a psychologist is more suitable for me."

"Hearing this from you, as your friend and boss, I'm so relieved."

"hehe."

"But if you plan to open it, you can contact me and I will invest for you."

"Well, investment is not needed at the moment, but I need an advance payment."

"How many."

"Twenty thousand reals, I was planning to go to the bank to withdraw money today, but I forgot to bring my passbook."

"I'll have Bertha ready to send you the office, cash, yes?"

"Um."

"no problem."

"I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Just deduct it directly from your salary to save trouble."

"Also."

Karen and Piaget walked into the elevator together, and when the elevator went up, Piaget said, "You have an appointment today."

"yes."

"You came early."

"Almost, it definitely needs to be prepared."

When the floor arrived, after getting out of the elevator, Karen pointed to the waiting room, and found that the father and son were already sitting there yesterday.

"It's not early, but it's late."

"It's hard work." Piaget smiled and walked to his office.

Bertha came over and whispered:

"Mr. Karen, the guests have arrived, much earlier than the appointment time."

"It's okay, let the guests into my office in ten minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Cullen."

Karen walked into his office first and sat down. Since the other party's father came with him, Karen still chose to put on his uniform.

"Duo duo……"

"Enter."

The office door was pushed open, and Bertha led the father and son in, and handed herself a medical record. At the same time, the secretary who followed brought in a fruit plate and tea. In front of Karen was a glass of ice water.

the door is closed;

"Do I need to go out?" Dad looked at Karen.

Karen was looking at the medical records and said:

"Mr. Taddle?"

"Yes, I am."

"Please sit down, you can stay with your son, but please don't interrupt until I ask you a question."

"Okay, doctor."

Karen put down the medical records, looked at the little boy sitting in front of him, and said:

"Good morning, Little John."

"Hello, doctor, I'm sorry to keep you busy before the appointment time. It's my father who is too worried about my situation, so he brought me here early."

A very mature child, only eight years old?

Strictly speaking, not yet eight years old.

"It's okay, I like my job very much, your mother has passed away, but you can still see your mother at home, and you can still interact with your mother?

I mean, play together. "

"Yes."

"What do you think about your mother's death? I'm sorry, I asked directly."

"I like this direct way very much." Little John laughed, "Yesterday the doctor kept treating me like a child and talking nonsense for a long time."

"Of course, we are equal exchanges."

"Okay, I'll answer your question. I know my mother has passed away. My mother died when I was five years old. I still remember her funeral."

"So, how do you feel about your mother's reappearance? Is she... resurrected?"

"No, mother is dead."

"What about the mother now?"

"It's my mother."

"your mother?"

"Yes, I know my mother is dead, but I'm lonely at home by myself, so, I need a mother, and when I need her, she's there, and she'll be with me like a normal mother play."

"Your cognition is very clear, then, besides at home, can you see your mother in other places?"

"I hope father can go out for a while." Little John said.

"Mr. Tadel." Karen looked at Tadel.

"Okay." Mr. Tadel simply got up, walked out of the office, and closed the door.

"Now, can you speak?" Karen asked.

"able."

"When?" Karen asked.

"Now."

"it's here?"

"Yes."

Karen looked around with a smile on his face and asked:

"where is she?"

"Mother is sitting on your lap."

"On my lap?"

"Yes, mother said that you are much more handsome and attractive than father, so she can't help but want to get close to you, but it's not convenient for father to hear these words, and father will be sad."

Karen lowered his head, looked at his legs, shook his head, and said:

"I don't feel it."

"Mother's hands are stroking your chest."

"I didn't feel it either."

"Mother's lips are pressing against your nose. She said you smell very good."

"I still don't feel it."

"Mother is blowing into your left ear."

"Oh, I still don't feel it."

Little John sighed.

road:

"You do have a reason to be more expensive than the doctor who saw me yesterday. The doctor was so frightened that he hid under his desk and trembled yesterday."

"Hehehe." Karen smiled, "So, were you trying to hypnotize me just now?"

Little John nodded and said, "Your psychological defense is amazing."

"I think you're a genius," Karen said, "but you should learn to control your talent."

"My father runs a textile factory and is quite rich. I can afford medical expenses."

"so what?"

"I want to come and chat with you often, can I?"

"sure."

"Mom, I'm thirsty." Little John said.

At this time,

The water glass that was originally placed in front of Karen suddenly floated up and was sent to Little John's mouth. Little John opened his mouth, and the water in the glass was fed in bit by bit, as if there was really an invisible woman , is feeding water to his child.

After drinking the water, Little John stuck out his tongue and smiled at Karen.

The water glass was put back on the desk again,

Then,

Karen seemed to hear the sound of high heels stepping on the floor lightly, and walked to her side.

Immediately afterwards, "she" sat on her lap, and immediately, "her" hands began to caress her chest, and she also felt breathing on her neck, and slowly upward, a warm air flow was drawn Blowing gently into one's ears;

In the end, my earlobe seemed to be wrapped in a wave of warmth, and my teeth were biting gently.

Little John shrugged and said, "I can close my eyes. My father won't come in if you don't call him. So, you can do some happy things with my mother now."

"You don't care?" Karen asked.

"It's good that she is my mother, but my mother is dead." Little John shook his head playfully, "I believe you can understand the meaning of this sentence."

Karen nodded, raised his finger slowly, drew a circle lightly, and said silently in his heart:

"O great god of order, the chains of order that rule all;

Please allow me to use your power to punish those who violate the order..."

Little John covered his eyes with his hands,

road:

"You can start with her, just pretend that I don't exist, you see, how good I am, I pay you to see a doctor, you can receive a lot of money for the consultation, and you can also enjoy happiness, hehe.

I'm good to you, so you can enjoy it quickly..."

Suddenly,

All those strange feelings in Karen disappeared,

"Plop!"

Little John was so frightened that he fell off his chair, and looked up at Karen sitting in front of him with a look of horror and disbelief:

"You...you...you actually want to kill me directly!"