Chapter 564 Ch563 I Have No Choice but to Be a Maid

Chapter 564 Ch.563 I have to be a maid

Blood drips into the flames.

Let the white smoke pass through the ring...

Then.

“Then I lift back the thin curtain of mystery and glimpse for a long time true beauty.”

Zila.

The strong rancid smell suddenly exploded in the nasal cavity.

The skinny woman's cheeks were tight, her extraordinarily protruding eyeballs were staring at the extinguished red flames in the charcoal basin, her teeth were chattering, and she was cursing someone's name.

failed.

She put the collar over the charcoal pot a few more times, trying not to waste the last wisp of smoke that was about to fade into the air.

Increasingly disappointed.

She is like a dried date. Bloodless and dehydrated, he was hunched over like a mummy, pacing back and forth around the wide-mouthed charcoal basin.

"...impossible...they told me that this is how it should be..."

Creak.

There was a slight crackling sound outside the bedroom.

That was the sound of the sole stepping on a 'trap' - ever since she 'mastered' this unique 'mysterious skill', someone had already warned her:

You can use it to find an unlucky person, and after completing the ritual, you will become younger and more attractive.

This ritual will not really harm anyone's life, nor will it turn people into drunkards who will feel uncomfortable and itchy all day long without taking a few sips.

It works flawlessly…

It's just a little illegal.

Ge Lin quietly threw the collar into the charcoal basin, grabbed half a piece of parchment on the table, stuffed it into her chest, opened the bedroom window, and looked down.

Swallowed.

Second floor.

You can't fall to death even if you jump.

but…

Is your leg going to break?

She had no money, and she didn't dare to hand over her legs to the butchers with hand saws...

If it really breaks...

Gelin!

Gelin!

Didn't you already think that if there was any movement, you would run away without a trace?

This is no joke.

Once caught, he will be locked up for at least a few months... right?

Jump?

still…

No, no no.

wrong.

Maybe there's no one at all, just mice?

Those rats running around, maybe hitting the debris?

Ge Lin stretched out her head again and looked downstairs.

The road was paved with gravel, and it was time to get off work. There were people coming and going on the road, and it was very lively...

Then.

A woman falls from the sky?

She pricked up her ears, covered herself with half the curtain, and hid her breath in her lungs.

wait…

Creak.

Creaking…

This time, she heard clearly.

Clearly.

It's the sound of human footsteps.

Jump!

Jump now!

It's the police!

They just don’t want us to learn such abilities, lest the poor become too young!

They must hide it, lock it tightly in a cupboard, with a gold lock and a silver key!

Ge Lin finally acquired this wonderful skill and paid a huge price. She can no longer be caught in prison - her husband has "dedicated" his life to her, who can save her?

The skinny woman was like a corpse who had forgotten what a "window" was. She fumbled with the low cabinet, slowly put one leg up and sat on the window.

I started to hesitate again: Maybe I can not jump now.

If the police were really coming, it would be too late for me to jump down.

But if it's not the police, it's the rent collector...

Then didn’t I break my leg in vain?

She used her deflated head full of fantasy to create many colorful threads, using her to soothe her fears and confuse her reason. She opened her mouth like a dog with shit and stared longingly at the bedroom door in the corridor.

soon.

The copper handle was carefully unscrewed.

——The person who came seemed to be more cautious than her, and more scared than her.

A pair of brown stone patent leather bucket boots.

Then, another one.

The dark red satin petticoat with white dots, puffed leg-of-mutton sleeves and drawstrings undoubtedly modified her shoulders and already slender waist - making her look even slimmer and slender.

This relatively high-end and expensive maid uniform is not often seen in the East End.

Ge Lin still has this vision.

Compared with the black and white one, this one is made of luxurious materials and the weavers are exquisite. In addition, the person wearing it is good enough, and it shows a strange, masculine and upright and capable demeanor.

Ge Lin rode through the window and was stunned for a few seconds.

The maid who came in was also like her.

Both men seemed extremely surprised by each other's behavior.

Ge Lin looked her over, then looked out the door, and quietly retracted the leg that was straddling the window.

only…

A maid?

"Who are you?"

In the next ten seconds, she heard the funniest answer in her life.

"I, I, am, am, a police officer, I am a, just, just... a police officer..."

Then.

"Woof!"

Anyone who has never raised an animal knows what animal's mouth this sound should come from.

Ge Lin lowered her face and slowly let out the fear that filled her lungs.

one…

A colorful bastard! slave!

What police? !

No wonder they said that those black leather shoes couldn't even see the mud thrown out by their heels...

police.

Pooh!

Is this what Scotland Yard’s boss is hiring?

They wouldn't get drunk and send their little lovers out to catch thieves, right?

Ge Lin's confused mind had no time to think deeply about the symbolic meaning behind this maid uniform, and what the relationship could be between the police and the maid——

She rushed towards her with small steps, 'thump thump', in anger!

Using all her strength, she pushed her shoulder, and pushed the maid to the ground.

Not moving at all.

"...Miss, you...you have committed a crime...you shouldn't...you really shouldn't use this..." The maid rubbed her fingers, put them on her belly, and begged with her head down: "...don't, don't make mistakes again, otherwise you will..."

Gerlin glared, raised her arm, and slapped her loudly!

Snap!

This time, it finally worked.

She covered her face with her hands, and a trace of fear appeared on her face that was hated by others.

Under Ge Lin's angry glare.

She slowly...

squatted on the ground.

"Pooh!"

The woman covered her chest with the sheepskin scroll, opened the door and ran away without looking back.

She stepped on the broken glass all over the living room, passed through the corridor, stumbled and pushed away the clothes hanger that blocked her way, and pulled open the half-closed door with force -

Then, she looked into a pair of golden eyes.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

It was a tall black-haired man.

He wore a black windbreaker that almost blended into the shadows, and held a well-maintained silver ring cane.

The last frost of late winter was vaguely hanging on that handsome face that made people dizzy. When she pulled her chin inward, Ge Lin could clearly see the sticky honey lake that seemed to be impossible to get rid of once it touched her...

In fact, she did stand still for a long time with time.

The shriveled woman covered her chest, stared at the "brilliance" in front of her, and tried to say something.

However, as soon as she pursed her lips, she was kicked hard in the lower abdomen by the tip of a boot from the side!

The huge force forced her to bend over and walk backwards back into the house. She wailed in pain, fell, and rolled on the floor full of irregular glass fragments, with many wounds of different sizes on her face. She began to bleed, and her internal organs seemed to be no longer in their original positions. They were churned into porridge in her stomach, and she couldn't stop shivering in pain. But... Her honey lake didn't even look at her. The man's thick boots stepped over the fragments and went straight into the house. The gray-haired girl who had just kicked her followed him obediently like a servant. "So..." "Halida." Roland walked around the bedroom and looked at the dark-skinned girl who was nailed to the spot with a slightly red face. She clasped her hands on her lower abdomen, expressionless, showing disgust, and tried to tell Roland with her chin raised... that she had just been really powerful. "I, I scolded her!"

"She's farting."

Roland: ...

Xindel seemed to have known this would happen. He walked over with his hands behind his back, rested his chin on Roland's shoulder, and whispered like a little hook in his ear.

"At least she can still warm my feet...right?"