Take your fangs, thanks

The De Winters went out, and actually, having a writer parent would probably meet them quite often, not for a particularly long period of time, but usually for a month or two.

Now there is only one proud and eccentric grandfather left in the Derwent family's castle - he is usually unwilling to meddle in the affairs of these juniors, which is unnecessary for a good nobleman.And a grandmother who is busy all day and doesn't know what she is busy with.

Very good opportunity, very good--this is a very good time to expel the Whites and their daughters.

Plan one, intimidation.

While formulating the plan, the three brothers had a debate about who was going to be the one to intimidate.

"Rigletto," Arman said first, "he looks scary."

Rigoletto glared at him and uttered two cold words: "I don't."

"Hey, brother, I know you don't want to do such a stupid thing, in fact, who would?" Arman scowled, "but you look like this is really suitable for scaring people. Josh, what do you think ?”

Josh didn't think that the flames of war would be drawn to him, he hesitated a bit—Actually Arman was right, Rigoletto sometimes staring at a person with a blank face is really scary, but This is not because Rigoletto "looks scary", if I have to say... it should be said that the momentum is there.

"Hmm..." Josh looked at his second brother's face, and didn't go any further.

"Come on, Rigg." Alman patted him on the shoulder and said affectionately, "You just need someone to accompany you. How about letting little Josh accompany you?"

"Why don't you go, Arman?" Josh suddenly realized the key to the problem.

"Because he's not suitable." Rigoletto, who was installing the sculpture on the side, finally said, "Like a bear, a savage." His voice sounded a little gritted.

"Josh, you come with me." Rigoletto decided.

……

So, in a quiet early morning, Betty was lying flat on her bed, with her hands neatly placed on both sides of her body, and the quilt covering her body was very flat.Just when she closed her eyes, she suddenly heard the sound of a bell coming from outside.

The girl opened her eyes.

This is an abnormal phenomenon.Betty made a very clear judgment for herself, lifted the quilt, stood up and walked towards the door of her bedroom.As soon as she grabbed the cold doorknob, Betty shivered as if suddenly stimulated by the early morning chill.As a seven or eight-year-old girl, she had to admit that she was a little scared, but, as a future outstanding female scholar, she must inherit her father's spirit of inquiry!

Betty snorted coldly in her heart: The bell will not ring for no reason, there are always some people making trouble, such as... those usually self-righteous and stupid boys.

Betty walked out of the house lightly and closed the door behind her.

The crisp sound of the bell is particularly obvious and eerie in the silent early morning.

"Who's there?" Betty said coldly, "If you come out now, I won't care about your pranks."

No one answered.

The bell was still ringing, as if guiding her forward.

"It's boring." Betty muttered softly, "I want to see what these stupid boys will do to attract my attention."

This was her cheering up for herself, so in the next second, she took steps towards the place guided by the ringtone.

Since coming to the Derwent house, Betty has rarely visited places other than the castle. This is because she wants to use all her time as much as possible, and things like wandering are obviously not part of her plan.

So she never knew that in the backyard garden of Derwent Castle, if you go deeper, there is a cemetery.

This cemetery is very old and still maintains the most traditional religious form.The cross, the complicated stone carvings, the brown-black land, the sun in the distance has not yet risen, and the dark night still dominates.

For ordinary people, this is the time when the day is about to start, but for the Derwents, it is just before going to bed.

The bell disappeared, and the surroundings were once again quiet.

The light was not enough, and it was difficult for Betty to see the whole picture of the cemetery.She was a little hesitant, should she go forward now, or go back here?Before she could think clearly, she heard another voice.

The voice was not loud, like someone's whispering.

"...flies and rats danced in the sewer, they pecked open the skull, bloody and bloody..."

Betty stopped in place, and she saw two figures kneeling in front of a cross in front of her, wearing a black cloak and a hat so big that she could hardly see their faces.It was one of them who bowed his head and murmured, while the other one didn't make a sound, just holding something in his hand, too far away for Betty to see clearly.

"Who, who is where?" Betty suppressed the trembling in her voice. She knew it must be a prank by the three brothers. Thinking about it this way, she didn't seem so scared anymore.

The two figures raised their heads at the same time, and two fair faces were exposed from under the black cloak. Reflecting the dim light and the decaying atmosphere of the cemetery, they looked a little white and terrifying.

"...Are you here to deliver the skull too?" Josh asked aloud.

"No." Betty felt calmer after seeing the faces of Josh and Rigoletto clearly.

Rigoletto suddenly threw something in Betty's hand, and a skull touching an unknown red and yellow liquid rolled to Betty's feet, which startled Betty, she took two steps back, and then ...

"...What are you playing?" Betty asked with a frown, "I remember that my father left you a lot of geography homework today. Have you finished it?"

Of course not.

……

"So has this plan succeeded?" Arman carefully placed the skull in his hand back on the body support. He is the tallest among the three brothers, and he is the only one who can get to the skeleton model in Mr. De Winter's study. "Don't waste it." It took me a lot of thought to come up with this idea, you know, I was still very afraid of being discovered by my father that we made his baby model without permission."

Rigoletto looked at him blankly.

Josh complained: "This idea is stupid, Arman. Betty said we were too naive!"

"Hey!" Alman was not happy, "How can I rely on me alone, and you didn't raise any objections to this opinion."

"She doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world." Rigoletto imitated Betty's tone, and to be honest, Rigoletto learned such a haughty tone, and the sense of disobedience is really not that big, "The least in the world The dreadful thing is the dead, boys, and your method is as clumsy as any boy who tries to catch a sparrow with a crumb of bread."

"Then she threw the skull towards us, and almost hit my head!" Little Josh was very angry, if Rigoletto hadn't happened to block him by his side, he would definitely have been slapped by that hard call Hurting thing smashed his head.

"Why are there no ghosts..." Arman wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice from the door.

It was Betty, and she interrupted the conversation of the three brothers in that high-pitched voice: "Today my father postponed the world history class for 15 minutes and asked me to come up and talk about it."

The three brothers turned around to look at her in unison.

"Why don't you knock on the door? My honorable lady." Arman said sarcastically.

"Hmph." Betty snorted, and uncharacteristically ignored Alman's provocation, she turned around and strode out of the room, her hair shaking almost like a gust of wind.

……

Fifteen minutes later, the three de Winter brothers arrived at the study room used as a classroom on time.

When Josh saw Mr. White standing by the window with a straight face and arms crossed, he suddenly realized something was wrong...

"15 minutes, children." Mr. White took out his pocket watch and shook it in front of the three brothers, while taking out a pointer from the drawer, "You are 15 minutes late."

Heck!

The three brothers immediately realized that they had been cheated by Betty. Alman angrily turned his head to Betty who was sitting beside him. The girl raised her head proudly, her eyes were provocative and proud.

"We can explain..." Rigoletto calmly wanted to explain, but Mr. White didn't give him the chance at all.

"The concept of time should be cultivated from an early age, 15 minutes, fifteen strokes, you have no objections." Although it was a question, Mr. White's words obviously did not give them any room to refute.

Betty added: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished."