Chapter 101 About the Strange Visitor
Bad news: They can't get out.
Good news: They can return to the manor.
Worse news: They've been set up.
As the intruders left, the "director" began to purge the cast, kicking out the Don Quixote trio. But then, there weren't enough roles left.
So the three of them, who had left but not completely, were dragged back, since they had overlapping roles.
Thus, Gin Earnshaw, Hareton Bourbon, and the new Joseph Vodka were freshly made.
Now it's confirmed that Heathcliff is Matsuda Jinpei, because he has also become Hareton.
As for the two who were kicked out, and the Spanish Beyonder who was summoned away again by his own supernatural power...
“Sancho,” the white-haired blood demon asked his daughter under the full moon, “where is this place?”
The Blood Demon worked diligently and conscientiously at the company to ensure food for his children, truly a model of a corporate slave.
He had never been out and about before, and since the company was located in a very remote area, he had naturally never been to Tokyo.
As for Cervantes, who was constantly being summoned, he was taking off his sunglasses. Who would wear sunglasses at night? You'd bump into a wall the moment you started walking.
"Hey, you three! What are you doing standing on someone's roof in the middle of the night?!"
A flashlight beam shone towards them, and a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform looked at the three suspicious men dressed in all black who were out at night.
"Father, Your Excellency Cervantes, run! It's the police!"
For some reason, Don Quixote, who had experience being chased by police officers, grabbed his father and started to run away, while Cervantes was grabbed by the wrist by the very responsible first Blood Demon and was dragged along.
The patrol officer stared in disbelief at the three fleeing individuals. Was that even humanly possible? They could apply for a world record! And the last one was practically torn into the air!
His feet were off the ground!
The patrol officer quietly took a photo; it was blurry, and only the general features could be seen.
Rum was puzzled, Rum pondered deeply, and then Rum smashed the cup.
The one-eyed middle-aged man slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What do you mean Gin and Bourbon climbed onto someone's roof in the middle of the night and got chased by the police?!"
He clutched the newspaper in his hand, which contained a photograph of the policeman who, despite his best efforts, had failed to catch the Don Quixote trio.
A blond, dark-haired figure was pulling a figure with long silver hair, while the silver-haired person was also tightly holding onto another person. The last one was clearly lagging behind and was being dragged along.
Yes, not showing their face isn't a big problem or a specific issue; the problem is, it's embarrassing.
A high-ranking cadre of the organization actually climbed onto someone's roof; not only that, he was caught.
Rum's teeth were grinding together, and he was so angry that he almost passed out.
Curaçao quickly helped his older boss to his seat.
"So, how did they explain it?"
“Lord Rum,” Curaçao hesitated, “they’re not answering the phone, we still can’t get in touch with them…”
After all, the real members of the brewery are at Wuthering Heights, so what does it have to do with the Don Quixote trio?
The silver-haired man and the blond, dark-skinned man stared at each other, their gazes then shifting to the cup filled with red liquid in their hands.
“Gin, what’s going on?” Hareton Bourbon asked.
Enshaw Gin drew his gun; this place was clearly not right, and he was going to break the deadlock with violence.
As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw a vodka dressed as a butler, being grabbed by the collar.
It was the housekeeper named Otis. She was carrying a bottle of vodka that was much larger than her with one hand, and she did it with great ease. It didn't look like she was dragging a strong man; it looked more like she was carrying a light plate.
"You're too lax. Can you even be considered a qualified housekeeper? You really need to be re-educated."
Vodka, who was inexplicably scolded: Me?
He had just been stuffed with a white cloth, the same kind Faust and Otis had, when he saw his older brother and Bourbon come out of the house.
Gin stopped pretending and fired directly. There must be someone playing tricks here.
But Otis, who had his back to them, turned around and dodged the bullets.
Gin's gun had no silencer, so it was very loud. When he missed with his first shot, he fired a second one, but the bullet just floated in mid-air and couldn't move.
This is reality, not a movie. What's going on here?
The orange-haired boy, frowning, peeked out of the room upon hearing the gunshot and witnessed Gin firing the shot.
He manipulated gravity and intercepted the bullet that had just been fired.
X, who was playing with the dog, was urgently summoned; their patriarch had been replaced!
Gin was pressed down into his seat by gravity. Judging from Otis's expression, her face clearly said that as soon as X spoke, she would "obey the lady's orders" and physically destroy Mr. Earnshaw.
Two members of the distillery, whose color schemes resembled those of the Blood Demon father and daughter, sat in a row like kindergarten children. As for the other person, Vodka didn't attract much attention.
After all, he was just bigger; in terms of physical fitness and fighting ability, he was no match for the other two.
Perhaps because they were assigned the same roles, the three of them also saw the true colors of the Earnshaw family.
The orange-haired girl who shares the same name as her mother is actually a boy, and he makes no attempt to hide it, but they hadn't noticed before, at most thinking that the child was just lively.
Gin's long silver hair concealed his expression. Everything here had an inexplicable strangeness. He was a staunch materialist. Was this some kind of special prop?
Or... hallucinogens. From the moment they entered the manor, their cognition had been interfered with by trace amounts of hallucinogens; otherwise, they shouldn't have failed to notice.
Footsteps echoed down the quiet corridor; someone was coming. But the sound was strange; besides the normal sound of shoes hitting the wooden floor, there was also a strange, sticky, rubbing sound.
It felt like something soft, liquid-laden material scraped past. As they drew closer, in addition to the previous sound, there were heavy, labored breathing sounds. These were not sounds that humans could make; they sounded more like those of a large wild beast.
They were pressed down by gravity and couldn't lift their heads. They could only see a glimpse of a skirt in front of them. It wasn't the butler's maid outfit; the person was one of the three adult mistresses.
The heavy breathing was coming from beside her; the man had brought a wild beast with him.
"Chuuya-kun, there's no need to be so nervous." Judging from the voice, this was also a man wearing a skirt, just like the orange-haired boy.
Chuuya Nakahara reduced the supernatural power pressing down on the two of them, and then met Verlaine's cobalt blue eyes, who had come with X.
"Little brother..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chuuya Nakahara, "How many times have I told you, I'm not your little brother!"
This tall blond guy seemed to be unable to understand human speech. For some reason, he insisted that he was the older brother. He was an experimental subject, so what kind of older brother was he?
The distillery staff on this side had no interest in watching the commotion over there. With the gravity reduced, they could move around freely, especially... the child who had just caused the trouble was arguing with someone, and his attention had clearly been diverted.
When Gin looked up, he saw a large tongue. When the dog that X was holding turned its eyes to the person who was not unfamiliar with him, it noticed him.
The panting was coming from the mouths of this adorable little "puppy," and the strange noise from earlier... Gin stared unfazed at the scarlet organs that had replaced the hind legs; they seemed to be functioning normally, occasionally wriggling a few times.
This was clearly a monster pieced together by humans. Gin's mind went blank for a moment. If the supervisor had worn his portable cognitive filter, he could have seen that Gin lost 10% of his mental energy in an instant.
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Amuro Tooru has lost his dreams and is bedridden; he'll probably be Hareton for the rest of his life.
You can't expect these people to act seriously at all. After losing that strange filter for the audience, what did he see?
A group of absolute amateurs, yet they are all potential bombs; any one of them, if sent out, would cause a significant impact.
Should he be glad that these humanoid weapons are all focused on staging a family drama here?
After countless chaotic rewinds, the secluded manor once again welcomed "guests".
The guests this time were also looking for a place to stay. They seemed to be members of a band who got lost in the mountains and had no choice but to come here.
When Vodka opened the door and saw the person who came in, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. It wasn't until Ishmael couldn't stand it anymore and stomped on his foot that he realized he was now the butler.
This is unbelievable! Why is it the Whiskey Trio?!
Scotland, rye, bourbon.
Is that right?! Forget Bourbon, who suddenly became the eldest brother's grandson, and Scotland… wasn't he dead? Rye kid ran away too, what's going on?
The Whiskey Team wasn't truly lost; they came on a mission. Intelligence indicated that there was something here that was very important to the organization, but they didn't know what it was, so they had to investigate on-site.
The best way is actually to apply for a job at this estate; that would allow you to stay much longer than using the excuse of lodging.
However, the manor did not hire anyone and there were no positions available. In the end, they could only pretend to be lost travelers on a rainy day.
...
"Scotland, don't you feel something's off about this house?"
Those who came to stay overnight naturally did not receive the same treatment as guests. The three of them squeezed into the servants' quarters, which was a triple room with one small bed for each person.
Rye Whiskey, who had just finished showering, overheard his companions' conversation and agreed while drying his long hair: "Mr. Earnshaw looks like he wants to strangle me and Scotland."
"Not only that, the kid named Hareton also seemed startled."
The Scotch whisky also recalled the different reactions of the people at the dinner table.
“However, Bourbon,” the voice of Rye Whiskey, who had never gotten along with Bourbon, carried a hint of inquiry, or rather, a sense of amusement, “Hareton looks just like you.”
"You really haven't been to this manor before?"
Rye Whiskey would bet that Hareton will grow up to look almost exactly like Bourbon; nobody would believe they're not related by blood.
Bourbon looked like he could eat people; his already pale face turned even darker. "Hmph, I couldn't give birth to a child that big."
Scotland quickly smoothed things over, admitting that he was also a bit curious; they really did look so alike. He thought that even if Zero had a biological brother, they probably wouldn't look this similar.
But he couldn't expose his childhood friend, so he had to swallow his curiosity. However... he'd ask her privately later.
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Author's Note: The timeline in the manor is messed up [doge emoji]
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