While Qin Lun and Baron Albert were having tea and talking in the courtyard, a small crack suddenly opened in his empty guest room, and a figure flashed through the crack in the door.

When the young man went out with the old housekeeper in the morning, time was short, and the curtains in the guest room were not opened, and the room was insufficient light and slightly dark.

The figure muttered softly, and took out a pebbly-sized night pearl from its arms, and the misty light illuminated the room again. The figure seemed to be very familiar with the layout of the room. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped towards the medical box where Qin Lun placed it in the corner.

However, as soon as the figure reached halfway through, his attention was attracted by the separate sheet of letter paper on the desk next to him. In fact, the original stack of sticky notes on the desk were now only one piece left, and the other sheets were all disposed of by Qin Lun.

This letter paper was naturally thrown off the cliff by Qin Lun first, and then strangely returned to the note on the desk. But this time, all the handwriting on the letter paper had been painted black by him, and he could no longer see what was written on it. Qin Lun's idea was very simple. Since he couldn't throw it away, he would paint it away.

The figure picked up the letter paper, looked at the light of the night pearl, and found that the handwriting could no longer be identified. However, when the figure rubbed the letter paper with his fingers, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

The letter paper in this era is relatively thick, but Qin Lun is not from this world after all, and he is not used to using a quill pen. When writing, he is forced to pass through the back of the paper, but a little trace is still left on the back of the paper. As long as the figure returns to his room and uses charcoal and other things, the reverse-shaped characters on the back of the paper can be displayed.

"Crack!" Just as the shadow was secretly happy, a loud noise came from behind, and a cold wind rushed to his back.

The figure stood upright with hair. He turned his head to look and found a window behind the room open wide, and the strong wind blew the curtains up and fluttered.

"Shh~~" The figure breathed a light breath and was about to leave, but he stopped like a devil, turned around and walked towards the window, lifted up the curtains slightly, and then reached out to close the doors and windows again.

"Bang!" I wondered if it was windy at this moment, one of the small windows of the two doors and doors bounced back, just hitting the elbow of the figure's arm pressing on the windowsill.

"Hiss~~" The figure took a breath of air conditioning, and felt a numbness on his arms, and he had no sense of consciousness. It seemed that he had happened to hit the numb tendons on his elbow.

"Oh no!" The figure suddenly exclaimed softly, and saw that the piece of letter paper that was originally held in his hand floated out of the window and was blown away by the strong wind.

The figure hurriedly reached out to grab it, "Sweep!" The letter was shattered by him, and most of it was scattered, and he only caught a small corner.

"Unfortunate!" The figure murmured in a low voice, turned to look out the window, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He always felt that this letter paper seemed to have been torn apart by a force before he caught it.

The figure looked at the fragments of the letter paper in his hand and felt helpless. This was not the part with handwriting. Without the letter paper, the figure finally put his eyes back on the medicine box in the corner.

...

Qin Lun lowered his head to drink tea, using the teacup to block his flickering eyes. The murderer is not a person who is good at speaking. Under normal circumstances, he just hides himself through a gentle smile.

Although in the past half a month in Moonlight Forest, Evelit Boguang Academy has referred to various civilizations in the broken starry sky and prepared many etiquettes and social rhetorics of the apostles, but after all, the time is too short and Qin Lun is unable to control the talks well.

Fortunately, the old baron in front of Qin Lun was not the cunning Goblin Elder. In the honest exchange between the two sides, he finally obtained the information he cared about the most.

Baron Thomas Albert has two sons and one daughter, and his wife died early and has not reunited. The eldest son Stephen Albert died more than a year ago. The second son Boni Albert is twenty-four years old this year, and the third daughter Laura Albert is twenty years old. She had already met Qin Lun at the dinner last night.

The little loli princess of Albert's house, Elizabeth Albert, is Stephen Albert's youngest daughter and the granddaughter of the old Baron.

To Qin Lun's surprise, the fifth member of the Albert family mentioned by the old Baron did not refer to Stephen, who had died, but Stephen's other child, Miller Albert, the grandson of the old Baron!

The old baron invited Qin Lun to come. In addition to representing the official appreciation and gratitude to him by Odia, the most important thing is to ask him to treat his illness.

Miller Albert, the old Baron's only grandson, was also infected with that terrible epidemic!

No wonder Laura would stand in the castle corridor without even changing her outfit despite the girl’s reserve! No wonder Boni would question whether Qin Lun’s surgery was true on an informal occasion like a dinner!

If the sick person is their nephew, then all this is reasonable to explain!

But... Qin Lun frowned slightly. He always felt that he had some neglect and suspicious points that could not be relieved. And what was going on with the supernatural sticky note that read "Please save us!"!

"This epidemic is very fast. The Baron should have told me this bad news yesterday!" Qin Lun put down his teacup and said seriously, "Now let's go and see what Mr. Miller is doing!"

Qin Lun did not seek the old baron's opinion, so he stood up and interrupted the morning tea that had been eaten halfway. As a doctor, this is his right. Not to mention a baron, even if the king is in front of him, he still cannot object, otherwise he will be suspected of murdering the patient.

"Butler Jason, please send a maid to summon my entourage and get my medicine box from the guest room. I'll go and see Master Little Miller first!"

"As you wish!" The old butler leaned over and saluted.

...

The bedrooms of members of the Albert family are on the upper floor of the main fort. Since the overall structure of the main fort is like a tower, the smaller the floor area as you go up. The upper floor is far away from the servant area, and there are usually only some maids responsible for cleaning, so it seems very deserted.

"Squeak!" The stairs leading to the upper floor of the main fort were a little old, and under the trampling of everyone, they often groaned overwhelmed. Compared with the bustling and noisyness of the lower floor of the main fort, this place seemed to be another world, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressed and cold.

The old butler Jason took everyone to the door of a bedroom near the top floor of the main fort and stopped. However, he did not open the door, but instead took a few steps back and stood behind everyone.

Qin Lun was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it. He took a step forward and took the initiative to turn the door handle open.

"No!" Seeing Qin Lun's actions, Baron Albert and the old housekeeper behind him both exclaimed. They seemed to have forgotten to tell the young doctor about something.

Fortunately, as soon as Qin Lun pushed open the door, his face changed. He quickly stepped back, closed the door again with a "snaps", turned around and scolded him sternly: "What's going on? Why is there such a strong smell of epidemic in the room!"

Baron Albert and the old housekeeper looked at the doctor's ugly face and smiled bitterly, without even blaming Qin Lun for his verbal rudeness.

"Go and get some alcohol and wet towels!" Qin Lun said with a stern face as hesitated and stopped expressions of the two of them.

Although he spoke fiercely, it would not be an exaggeration to Qin Lun curse after the situation just now. As soon as he entered the door, the death list warned him that the environment in the room was not suitable for human survival, and the severity was comparable to that of Stan's original Stan Building.

You know, the plot body Wellington Stan replaced by Qin Lun died in such a polluted environment, and even the strong hunchbacked servant Frank almost died.

After the servant downstairs brought the towel and alcohol, the hunchbacked servant also came here with a medicine box, followed by two other Albert, Laura and Boney. But he didn't see Elizabeth, the little girl who was a little devil. It was probably because everyone didn't want her to contact the patient.

Qin Lun wet the towel with alcohol, covered his mouth and nose, and re-entered the room. He opened the windows of the room as quickly as possible so that the strong wind outside the castle would blow away the accumulated poison gas in the room.

Looking at the doctor's actions, the members of the Albert family looked at each other tacitly, but did not express any opinions. Although the old butler Jason wanted to speak but stopped him, Baron Albert was stopped with his eyes.

After the death list no longer had warnings of continuous injury, Qin Lun walked into the bedroom again and looked at a little boy lying on the bed of Jin.

Miller Albert, ten years old, the second youngest member of the Albert family, the grandson of Baron Thomas Albert, the eldest son of the mission target Stephen Albert, the nephew of Boney and Laura, and Elizabeth's brother!

The little boy unconscious on the bed, his face was pale, his body was thin, and his limbs were as thin as a hair. Under the wide sheet, there was almost no outline of the human body. If it weren't for his little head exposed outside the sheet, the person who entered the room would probably not realize that there was still a living person lying here.

Qin Lun sat upright on the wooden bench brought by Frank, carefully checked the little guy, and a strange color slowly appeared in his eyes.

The little boy had a little green liquid in his mouth, and his lips and tongue coating were a little green. He was indeed suffering from that strange epidemic.

However, unlike those diseased patients Qin Lun had seen in the town of Odia, although the little boy was in a coma, his breathing was steady, his heartbeat and pulse were steady and powerful, and he didn't look like a dying patient at all.

During the examination of Xiao Miller's body, Qin Lun also discovered a very interesting place. The little boy actually had bedsores on his back! How long did he lie on this bed? One month? Two months? Or more than a year...
Chapter completed!