Just as Leng Qing was thinking, she felt someone pulling her skirt hard. The force was so strong that if she was wearing a short skirt instead of a dress, she would have been pulled off. "..." The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily. Even though she had just gotten used to this body and felt that her soul was not compatible with it and that she was still an "incomplete woman" from the inside out, she at least knew that pulling a girl's skirt was extremely rude. He turned around to look with annoyance. no one. Looking down again, she saw a little brown-haired boy wearing a fur hat and a plaid shirt looking up at her. He is not very old, probably only eight years old at most. "……What's up." Although there was still some unhappiness in her tone, Leng Qing was not going to get angry at such a child.
"Hello, sister! My name is Joey! I live across the street, the third door down the alley next to the perfume store!" The boy was very sweet, and he put his hand on his chest and introduced himself, "I heard everyone say that you are a noble lady who lost her memory... Is this true!? Are you really a noble lady?" Whether I am a noble lady or not, what does it have to do with a snot-nosed little punk like you? Leng Qing was already feeling depressed about her gender change, and Joey just hit her sore spot. To be honest, she didn't want to pay attention to him. But she looked into Joey's eyes and saw his pure black eyes. His hat was obviously too big for him, so much so that he had to hold it with his hands to keep it from falling down when he raised his head. His clothes showed obvious signs of mending, which showed that his family was not well off. For a poor child like this from the bottom of society, aristocrats... especially those gorgeous and gorgeous noble ladies, should only appear in legends. Leng Qing's anger disappeared. She reached out and held the boy's head, shook it through his fur hat, and said, "I have indeed lost my memory, but I am not a noble." She knew nothing about the common sense of life in this world, and amnesia was a good excuse, so she didn't intend to give up. "Isn't it?" Joey looked a little lost. Standing among a group of people, Leng Qing's image and temperament are very prominent. The delicate face, fair skin, and fingers and wrists without any calluses almost perfectly overlapped with the image of an aristocrat that he had imagined in his mind. Although he was "blind in one eye", it didn't matter to Joey. He found it hard to imagine that if even Miss Hitzfeld was not a noble, then what would a true noble be like? "Joy." Looking at the boy, Leng Qing's heart moved. Children are more ignorant, which means... they are easier to deceive.
Perhaps she could get some news about the lady from him. "Do you know why everyone respects the lady so much?" "Of course it's because Madam can help everyone solve problems!" Joey answered without hesitation. "Funeral etiquette is very complicated and expensive, and most people couldn't afford it. But Madam is willing to provide services at a very low price, and everyone is very grateful to Madam!" "Oh... is that it?" "Also... Madam knows a lot. Didn't you see that? Even Sheriff Rand often goes to Madam for advice when he encounters something he can't handle. This is enough to show how powerful she is!" "And do you know where she came from?" Leng Qing leaned down slightly and stared at Joey very seriously. "Do you know what she used to do?" "do not know." The boy shook his head. "Mom said that Madam has been doing this since before I was born." "Joey! What are you doing here, bothering Miss Hitzfeld?" A scolding came from the side. Leng Qing looked up and saw that it was the coachman she had met yesterday. He rushed over with his fists raised, looking like he was going to hit the boy. Joey was so scared that he turned over and slipped into the gap among the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "You are……" "Good evening, Miss Hitzfeld. My name is Joseph. Joey is sorry to trouble you..." The driver bowed to her humbly to apologize. It took Leng Qing a long time to make him understand that it was nothing, and it took her another long time to get a definite answer: Joey was his child. It is indeed a backward world, and the scope of activities for the lower class people is very narrow. After the coachman Joseph left, Leng Qing saw a tall and thin elderly gentleman with a white beard in the crowd. He seemed to know her very well, and when he saw her looking at him he half-raised his hat and nodded to her. "That's Doctor Grimman." The crowd had almost dispersed. Mrs. Glee came from behind, grabbed Leng Qing's arm and wanted to take her away. "It's over tonight. We have nothing to do here anymore." "Hey!" Leng Qing was dragged all the way back to the Ge Lie family's house. She was still sitting on the chair, watching a group of gray-clad policemen coming up from downstairs, finding a large wooden board to put the young Yan's body on, and then carrying it out with some bumps and bumps along the way. These people were very hardworking and diligently helped clean up the traces of slime.
There was coal slag broken up by Mrs. Grievous, and most of the slime had been absorbed by the slag, making it very easy to clean up. But a faint stench will still remain, and the house cannot be lived in until the stench is completely gone. Mrs. Gree changed a new bedroom for Leng Qing and told her to have a good rest and leave everything for tomorrow. Turning off the lights and lying on the soft and tidy bed, Leng Qing turned to look at the clock. It's already 4 o'clock in the morning. When the sky began to turn pale, she leaned back on the pillow, her right eye clear and bright. Mrs. Gree once said that any abnormalities in the body should be reported to her. She was thinking about whether to confess to Mrs. Glee as she had been advised. I can't sleep anymore. Chapter 8: The Golem God Can't sleep. It sounds like a very confusing description... How could there be someone in this world who can't sleep? But Leng Qing was sure that this was true. She could feel her body getting sleepy, tired and exhausted, like she had been doing intense exercise for a long time and finally got a chance to touch the soft mattress. She should have fallen asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. But in reality it is not like that, not at all. When she closed her eyes, she felt the "cool" feeling from her left eye constantly transmitting to her brain. It not only offset the sleepiness to a certain extent, but also caused some auditory hallucinations when she was too awake. She wasn't sure about that - she had heard some vague whispers in the silence when she was trying to fall asleep, vague and indistinct, and when she concentrated more to listen more clearly, the voices disappeared. It was not until dawn that she got up, washed, and changed into a new black dress. She finally made up her mind to ask Mrs. Glee what was going on. Whether in the eyes of nearby residents or official representatives like Sheriff Rand, the lady is undoubtedly a reliable and wise person. Since I will need to rely on the protection of this elder to live here in the future, I cannot simply ignore her warnings, even the seemingly unimportant parts. Before going downstairs, Leng Qing tried to move around in the corridor. She first imitated the radio gymnastics of her previous life and did a few stretching movements. Then she suddenly increased the frequency of the movements, waving her hands or lifting her legs quickly, and found that her body functions were not affected. She slept for 40 years, and fainted again after waking up. After that, from the night of the so-called last day of Ramadan to now - Tuesday morning, almost 40 hours have passed, and she has not fallen asleep, and her body's normal reactions are a bit strange. Yes... because the time of cultivating immortals is still short, so the damage and impact are not obvious yet. Leng Qing wasn't sure. She walked to the first floor and just happened to see Mrs. Glee, who was dressed in formal clothes, closing the door and putting a large basket on the ground. The basket was filled with all kinds of fresh vegetables, many of which were still covered with dew. I wonder if they were just picked from the garden. "Let me do it."
Already aware of the fact that she was living under someone else's roof, Leng Qing walked over, picked up the basket, and headed towards the kitchen under Mrs. Glee's usual stiff gaze. She had noticed the structure of the house yesterday, so of course she knew where the kitchen was. Walking through a corridor about five meters long, you can see the twisted weeds in the yard through the columns. Leng Qing suppressed her nausea and discomfort and ignored the huge spider web hanging in the corner and the things on it, and walked into a dim single room with a large basket. This is the kitchen. The floor is just a wooden floor, and the wall panels and ceiling have not been painted. In one of the pools at the back, there is still the dirty clothes she changed yesterday. It seems that it can also be used as a laundry room on weekdays. In order to repay Mrs. Glee, Leng Qing found some seasonings and an ice box to store eggs and made a simple tomato egg drop soup. While eating, she kept paying attention to her wife's expression, and even tried to hear some approval or compliments. But to her disappointment, everything was still going on as usual for the lady. Although she did drink up all the soup. "The body cannot be buried until Sheriff Lander has concluded the case." The lady suddenly said, "This means that I will be free during this period of time. I can teach you some basic knowledge about funerals and daily life." "You can go back and rest now. Come to the third floor at 10 . I'll be waiting for you in the study." Although it was called a rest, Leng Qing really had nothing to do. She couldn't be lazy - after all, she couldn't sleep. She could only take this opportunity to visit the Gulley family's house again. After all, what if we encounter a terrifying situation like last night again in the future? Being more familiar with the road conditions and terrain may save your life when escaping. There was nothing special about the Gulliver's house. The three-story building has a living room on the first floor. The corridor on the left of the living room leads to the kitchen, and the corridor on the right leads to the backyard and toilet. The second floor is the bedroom, with a total of eight rooms. They are also distributed on the left and right after going upstairs, with four rooms on each side. Leng Qing has always lived in the bedroom on the left. The third floor was where Mrs. Gulliver kept her daily routine. She had never been there, but she estimated that the layout was similar to that of the second floor. At most, a few of the bedrooms would be converted into study rooms. In addition, there was an ugly building in the backyard made of mud bricks and tiles. It was not even a "house". Leng Qing guessed that it was a storage room or something like that. She hadn't found a cellar yet, but usually such a big house would have one. She planned to wait until she met the lady to ask for details. 10 o'clock arrived quickly, and she adjusted herself and went up to the third floor. Unlike the huge windows on the wall of the second floor, a huge painting hangs on the wall opposite the staircase on the third floor. A light bulb is lit on the ceiling to solve the lighting problem. It was an oil painting with heavily piled-up pigments. It showed a group of ragged refugees pulling things across a dark, scorched earth filled with thick smoke. What are they pulling? Leng Qing frowned and moved closer to take a look. Because the refugees were far away, she couldn't even see their faces clearly. Naturally, the goods they were pulling were also blurry, and she could only vaguely make out that it was a statue. Judging from the proportions, the statue should be three people tall, lime-colored, and looks like a short and fat man sitting on a stone pier. In the distance of the picture, the sky changes from deep darkness to a light golden color, mixed with a hint of blood red, which may be the sunset, creating a strange atmosphere of bleakness and desolation.
"Pirith Hart Flamendi..." Faintly, Leng Qing heard a sigh in her ears. She immediately turned her head and found Mrs. Glee standing behind her. "Are you interested in this painting?" The lady came to the painting like her and looked up at the sky in the painting. "A little bit." Leng Qing glanced at her, "I didn't understand the content of the painting."
