Chapter 2426

Three days will be very short for some people, such as Lu Ping and others who have been calm all the way; But for others, it seems too long. For example... Mr. John Stewart, who has been at Buckingham Palace these days and can't do anything.

These three days and nights, John would often walk around the corridor on the second floor on the west side, because he had been trying to find out who lived in that room after he noticed the slightly changed curtains that day.

Because few people will take the initiative to care about themselves except the dead girl, John has a lot of courage these days. Apart from the entrance hall where he was still completely afraid to run around, he had turned around in many parts of the palace under the guise of walking.

No one. Most of the rooms are empty. The only room that may be occupied by someone seems to be the suspicious room where the curtains have shaken slightly.

But somehow, no matter when he passed by, the reason should be that the door corresponding to the window he saw was always closed. Many times, he felt that he would begin to doubt whether he had read it wrong at that time. Maybe the curtain at that time was just gently moved by the wind?

no There should be someone inside. At that time, the windows outside the curtains were closed. Where did the wind come from in these rooms with only one window?

So to this day, he has more or less realized that if there is someone living in that room, the other party may be deliberately avoiding him. After all, he has come so many times. As long as the other party will go out, can he always meet one or two times?

However, as an "alien" invited by the living corpse family to stay here, John obviously can't squat in this corridor. He came so frequently to try to create "encounters", which was the limit he could do. Even he felt that he might have been noticed by the living corpse because of his too deliberate action.

"Since you don't want to see me... Don't see me for the time being!"

In the room, John leaned on the sofa and shook his head a little depressed.

"You can't just knock at the door. You don't know who's inside, the enemy or the friend. Now I'm a bald bird locked in a cage. I'd better be careful."

He was thinking like this. Suddenly, some voices sounded from a distance outside the window, interrupting his thoughts.

After a little meal, he stood up on the sofa, went to the half open window and looked in the direction of the sound.

Outside the window is naturally the green garden, which is not lush. The most common place there is white night. It seems that she is learning human characters. She often holds a Book selected from the library and sits in the flower bed with only weeds and withered flower stems, so she reads it gently. It is very interesting to stumble and read it.

Three days ago, a new corpse clan came to the palace with few "residents". Occasionally, he would go there to accompany Bai Ye and learn to speak more stumbling than her with the help of Bai Ye.

John doesn't know what use it is to let these corpses learn human language, because he also learned from the white night where they are still easy to talk that the people of the corpse family communicate with each other. It seems that this substantive language is not needed. In his opinion, these studies, which seem like "useless work", are actually more like a way to kill time.

Just to communicate with humans? Then why?

The longer he stayed here, the more he saw and thought, the more puzzled John felt, which made him feel very uneasy and bored.

Today, of course, the white night was still in the garden. As soon as he looked into his head, he saw each other's figure. In addition to the white night, the "new resident", who is short and looks not even as tall as the white night, seems to have just come. The voice he heard earlier is the movement of their conversation.

John didn't think much. He thought it might be the beginning of the small class at night. He didn't have much interest in getting involved. Because in the first few attempts to contact, he found that the "new face" was obviously not as willing to see himself as day and night, and maybe even a little hostile - he didn't want to ask for trouble at all!

He gathered around the window and looked at it casually. John was about to turn around and sit back on the sofa to continue his thinking, but at the moment of retreating half a step, he saw the living corpse girl at the edge of the flower bed suddenly stand up, as if he was a little excited, followed each other to the door, and soon left his vision.

"What happened?"

John, who immediately realized that something might happen, frowned, stood in place and thought about it. Finally, he made up his mind and walked out of the room quickly.

The garden downstairs has four entrances in different directions. Looking at the direction they leave in the daytime, they should go to the lobby. This, in fact, is the reason why John just hesitated a little.

But he decided to take a look.

The corridor is still empty, and it is still unobstructed from upstairs to downstairs. When he reached the hall door where he entered the hall, John stopped slightly and hesitated.

No way. He was so impressed that day. If the guard at the gate of the main hall was still there, should he go out?

Unfortunately, the two of them left the garden very quickly. He didn't meet them when he came down. Now no one can tell him what happened. Is it worth his adventure.

After a moment's hesitation, John finally gritted his teeth and walked carefully out of the half open hall door in front of him.

"Uh."

As soon as he took one step, John twisted his stiff neck and glanced to the left... No one... Was the very terrible guard just gone?

John, who had the courage to sweep more eyes into the shadow of the door, walked out of the door and walked back to the door step by step after confirming that he really didn't see any figure.

There was no movement, and there was still no one to stop him. It seemed that no one was paying attention to his actions. It seemed that no one even cared whether he walked out of Buckingham Palace.

However, John, who had reached the open front door, stopped when he was only two or three steps away from the door.

"Eh?"

A light voice sounded outside the door, as if wondering and curious about John who suddenly appeared at the door.

"Who are you? Are you here to make friends, too?"