I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

New york pd, detention facility.

It was dark, damp, and passing cockroaches could be seen in the corners. It was hard to believe that members of the wealthy Frost family could appear in this environment, and two at a time.

"I'm not surprised to see you here, why is that, father."

Emma clung to the railing. As soon as she arrived at the apartment, the anti-narcotics team arrived just in time. What a coincidence.

"Your tone chills me, son, I came as soon as I received the call." Winston looked proudly at the two locked in the cell.

"It's a good thing you didn't tell Emma that you and Dante have an apartment of your own outside, Christan, and it's a good thing you haven't been there for a while.

Otherwise, you'd face charges of illegal possession of a firearm and illegal possession of narcotics, just like your drug dealer friend. "

Winston glanced sideways at Emma, ​​who was full of surprise.

"Dante is not a drug dealer" Christian stood up and growled angrily.

"It's funny, the police told another story. They claimed they had enough heroin hidden in his drawers and were going to sell it."

Winston took out a stack of photos, which were copies of the heroin found in Dante's room. He said hello to the director and got it.

"This is a lie crafted with care"

Emma was a little depressed because of the fact that Christan lied to her, but seeing these photos at this time, Emma's disgust at Winston's finger-pointing made Emma cheer up.

"At best, it's only half true. These are the evidences you forged, right?"

"Oh." Winston pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply, "Emma, ​​are you going to blame all the dirty things in New York on me?"

For a moment, Emma was almost convinced by Winston's deep eyes, but she used her own incomplete ability to barely read Winston's mind remotely for a moment.

It was the first time she had taken the initiative to read the mind of someone who was on guard, and she was forced to back out after seeing a scene that nearly drained her energy.

That was the scene when Winston was looking at a person's file.

"Father, you've seen Dent's file, you know he's still out on bail, you know what will happen if Dent is convicted again and that's what you want."

"What?" Christian was shocked by this inexplicable conversation.

"Cuba, Dante's birthplace, they gave him two choices, stand trial, or be deported. He's back in Cuba, brother."

"No" Christian slid down and sat on the ground, holding his face in despair, full of pain.

Winston's eyes widened. How could she know that she had just awakened her ability?

Various complex emotions flooded into Winston's mind, such as happiness, fear, pride, worry, and relief. The complex emotions made him almost unable to control his facial expressions. He forcibly turned around and said in a trembling voice.

"Get ready to go home."

Frost Manor.

Dante and Emma were sent back to the manor by the steward, while Winston continued to work on his business.

Seeing Dante walking back to her bedroom in a daze, Emma felt that the temperature in the house had dropped a lot.

Emma crossed her arms and rubbed them together, whispering "Is it almost winter?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Emma, ​​it's summer, and it's not even midsummer yet."

Adrienne, who had been waiting in the manor for a long time, flicked her hair, walked over, leaned against the door frame, and said to Emma

"I've heard it all, poor Christian, but it's quite shameful. He actually likes that kind of pretty boy. I forgot whether it was Mexico or Cuba."

How did she know what Dante looked like? The two of them had probably never met before, and Adrienne had always reacted as if she knew more than others.

"Are you involved in this, Adrienne?"

"Mixing in." Adrienne chuckled, "Emma, ​​it's not just this. This matter officially started after I told my father the address of Dante's house."

"You" Emma's eyes widened angrily. She knew that the relationship between the two parties was not good, but she still felt betrayed. What's more, even she didn't know about it. How did Adrienne know about it?

"how did you do it"

"Hehe." Adrienne folded her arms and shrugged innocently. "You don't know, but it doesn't mean I don't know."

"Then let me ask, what good will this do to you?"

"Maybe just to show allegiance to daddy" Adrienne blew her golden hair teasingly.

"You are just being loyal to yourself, Adrienne." Emma turned coldly and left towards the bedroom.

"Ha, maybe you're right. Of course, you can also take this as a small punishment for revealing my secret." Adrienne waved her hand kindly.

"Snapped"

The door was closed heavily, and Emma leaned against the door, feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

"How long can I bear it?" Emma muttered helplessly to herself, returned to bed, and fell asleep.

"So tired, really, so tired," Emma murmured softly, her eyelids drooping, covering her blue eyes.

For a long time, the wordless sigh quietly echoed.

Emma quietly entered the dreamland.

As soon as she entered, she felt a burst of cold. It was clearly a forest park like midsummer, but there was a gust of cold wind blowing straight to the bottom of the heart. The color of the sky was not right, it was so bright red, like the color of blood .

Emma clasped her arms and rubbed them vigorously. When she heard the melodious sound of the piano, she followed the sound curiously and saw a silver-white piano. A golden man in pure white clothes seemed to be playing a beautiful movement. prince.

"Tears, Christian's best song, is it Christian?" Emma stepped forward curiously and gently put her hand on the man's shoulder.

"Kristan, why are you out there alone and why haven't you gone home yet?"

He felt someone calling him, and when he turned around, his face was black and white like a skeleton.

"what"

Emma screamed in fright and sat up suddenly.

The ominous premonition turned into a storm in her mind, disturbing all reason.

Emma opened the door and ran out

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a game"

"Snapped."

The door of Christan's bedroom was easily knocked open, and she saw a figure hanging in the air, shaking slowly, with a kicked chair under his feet.

"Dream."

A scream of "Christan" woke up the sleeping Frost Manor, and bright lights lit up the originally dark manor.

Servants rushed in this direction to save a dying young man.

And in the corner of the mirror, in an inconspicuous place, an inconspicuous person sighed softly.

"I'm really doing this just to save my family fortune, so why bother?"