Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

At dinner time, Night Crow rarely went out to eat, but ordered a table of restaurant delivery.

While enjoying the food slowly, Night Crow was browsing the news.

"Shock! The wife of a wealthy president encountered this kind of thing on the street!"

"The wife of the president of a certain group was sniped on the street and died on the spot"

"The president of a certain group angrily denounced the incompetence of the Public Security Bureau"

...

Normal times, Night Crow was too lazy to read these articles, but now I don't know why I read them with relish.

Maybe it's because I am the "maker" of this news.

Thinking so, Night Crow threw a piece of golden shrimp ball into his mouth.

...

Near midnight, the doorbell of No. 4 in the Golden Rose Community rang.

Night Crow opened the door lazily, led the white-haired and red-eyed loli carrying a black coffin into the door, and went straight to the basement.

This villa has a basement, and it is a double-story design.

Perhaps because "precious wine collection" is more convenient to increase "luxury", both basements are designed as wine cellars, with red wine on the upper floor and white wine on the lower floor, all of which are filled.

In terms of surface market value alone, the wine stored in these two wine cellars alone is almost equal to the price of this villa when it was first put on the market.

Unfortunately, Night Raven and Talos are not interested in wine. Except for the former's first look when he just moved in, this is the first time to open it.

Leading Fuldili straight to the second underground floor, Night Raven opened the heavy mechanical door, pointed to the open space in the middle of the wine cellar and said to it: "Put it there."

"Okay." Fuldili nodded, and immediately carried the coffin into the door and placed it neatly in the designated position.

Night Raven followed in, closing the door with the remote control and asked: "Is Angel's body repaired?"

"Yes." Fuldili said.

Night Crow nodded, threw the remote control to Fuldili, and stepped forward to lift the coffin lid.

In the coffin, Angel White lay quietly with a pale face, and even a relieved smile hung on the corner of her mouth. There was no trace of the tragic scene of being shot in the head by a sniper rifle in the street in the afternoon.

Night Crow squatted down beside Angel's head, stretched out his index finger and pointed at her forehead, and the dark mark on his forehead emerged...

...

In the morning, Night Crow was eating instant noodles with small news such as "Shocking! The headless body of the president's wife mysteriously disappeared!", and the doorbell suddenly rang.

Who could it be at this time?

Night Crow put down the plastic fork in confusion, licked the instant noodle soup from the corner of his mouth, and got up to open the door.

The houses in the Golden Rose Community all have front and back gardens. Night Crow took a look at the surveillance screen at the gate of the courtyard embedded in the wall in the corner of the hall and found that it was a middle-aged woman wearing a classical maid outfit with long sleeves and long skirt.

Night Crow picked up the remote control to open the gate remotely, and then used the communication function on the high-tech remote control to say to the microphone: "Come in."

——The communicator on the remote control is directly connected to the doorbell at the gate.

Night Crow noticed that the middle-aged maid slowly raised her skirt to the camera, waiting for the gate to be fully opened before stepping onto the cobblestone path leading to the door.

At the door of the house, Night Crow waited impatiently for the maid to approach, and asked politely: "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Good morning, Mr. Milas." The maid raised her skirt again, "I am the maid of the Williams family at No. 30. Madam invites you to have afternoon tea with me this afternoon."

"This afternoon?" Night Crow asked in confusion.

"Yes." The maid replied, "If you don't mind, how about 3 o'clock?"

"Okay." Night Crow nodded with curiosity aroused.

The maid then said goodbye and left.

After watching the maid walk away, Night Crow returned to the kitchen and continued to eat instant noodles.

…

At 3 pm, Night Crow casually picked up a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar and went straight to No. 30 in the community.

Each villa in the Golden Rose Community is not of the same specification. No. 4 and No. 30 are both the ones with the largest area.

The person who opened the door was a housekeeper who was dressed meticulously and was getting old.

As soon as the housekeeper took the red wine, he showed a little surprise as if his expression management failed, but soon regained his composure and led Night Crow all the way to the pavilion in the back garden.

The pavilion with ventilation on all sides and exquisite reliefs is very suitable for flower viewing. The small round stone table in the center is now filled with rich snacks.

Beside the stone table, a lady who was dressed in simple and elegant clothes and well-maintained and whose specific age could not be seen sat there. Seeing Night Crow coming, she smiled and nodded, and cordially invited her to sit down.

Night Crow glanced around and saw that there were only two sets of tableware and snacks on the table, so he sat down opposite the lady, picked up the exquisite teacup, took a sip, and nodded with enjoyment: "It tastes good."

"It's produced in our own tea garden. If you like it, take some back later." The lady picked up the teacup and said with a smile.

Night Crow did not comment on this, and did not like to beat around the bush.She got straight to the point without beating around the bush: "I wonder what the Madam wants me to do?"

Hearing this, the Madam put down her teacup and said seriously: "It's like this, my little son has recently awakened his superpowers for some reason, and he is in his rebellious period, and he keeps clamoring to venture into the other world... Mr. Milas was able to conquer the No. 4 house, so he must be an extraordinary person. I hope to hire you to let my little son understand the dangers of the other world."

"Uh..." Night Crow, who had never expected this reason, almost scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Why not send him to Team 7 for 'internship'? There is no faster and relatively safer place than there. The only place where he can fully understand the "real world". "

The lady smiled bitterly: "Of course we thought about sending him to the Seventh Team for training, or even the army, but unfortunately, the child is in the rebellious period and is very repulsive to the official... Whether it is the Seventh Team or the army, they are not places that will spoil him. If he doesn't want to, we dare not force him in."

Ye Ya nodded, drank a sip of tea, and said: "I am not good at educating others. If I have to do it, I can only use rough means."

The lady nodded and said: "Children of this age need to be beaten. As long as they are not dead, disabled or crazy, you can do whatever you want."

Confirmed, it's the biological mother.

Ye Ya was about to speak, and a noisy voice broke in: "Mom! Didn't I say that I don't need those messy tutors! ? "

Ye Ya looked sideways with a teacup in hand, and saw a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in dark trendy casual clothes, striding towards him.

Madam sighed imperceptibly and said with a wry smile, "This is my youngest son, Lively Williams."

While speaking, the rebellious teenager Lively had already come closer, glanced at Night Crow with contempt, and stretched out one hand to grab a dessert on the top of the three-layer tower on the stone table.

Night Crow smiled slightly, changed to holding the teacup with one hand, and the other hand stretched out like lightning, grabbing Lively's wrist like an iron hoop.

"Hehe..." Night Crow narrowed his eyes, and his smile gradually became murderous, "Little cub, dare to steal my dessert, are you tired of living?"

"..."Faced with this sudden change in style, Madam silently picked up the teacup and lowered her head to drink tea.