Duke had some insomnia.

He was thinking about who in this family should be trusted.

But he doesn’t have many contacts. At present, Alyssa, Casey and Alger should be the only ones he can trust?

Duke isn't so sure either.

But Alger's arrival still allowed Duke to see some light.

The Elvis family is a big family that seems to be a whole, but within the family, there are also different interest groups.

Each of his uncles represents a small group.

This means that his dead father also had his own power.

For example, Alger is the "legacy" left by his father.

His father's name was Baker, and he had the title of earl. At first, there were many people who followed Earl Baker, both within the family and outside the family. However, after his parents died one after another, most of the followers left.

Now the Earl Baker lineage is the weakest lineage in the Elvis family. At the funeral a few days ago, apart from Kathy, they were the ones who cried the most sadly.

It's not that they have deep feelings for Duke, but that of Earl Baker's lineage, Duke is the only direct line left. If Duke is here, they can still have someone to help them and have something to think about, even if

Duke is a fool - this would be more manipulative, wouldn't it?

But if Duke dies, it will be different. They will become a piece of sand.

Even if these "legacies" are very weak, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are. If they can be used by Duke, it will be great and he will not be a mere commander.

Just when Duke was thinking about whether he needed to see these people tomorrow, he suddenly felt that the room was getting colder and colder. It was so cold that he couldn't even pull the quilt or even pull the quilt.

"How...what...reply...thing..."

Duke used the faint light from the lamp on the table to discover that at some point, a thick layer of ice had formed on the roof!

His neck was already stiff and he couldn't move at all. He had no choice but to move his eyes hard. As far as he could see, there was gray-white ice.

Including lamps, tables, even quilts and pillows.

He was frozen!

At this moment, the words from Noon appeared in Duke's mind again: Why didn't he die?

"Someone is trying to kill me!"

Duke didn't expect that he had already thought about the worst, but the result came sooner than he imagined.

He wanted to open his mouth to call Alyssa, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

He wanted to lift the quilt and run away, but he couldn't even move his little finger.

Duke was a little panicked.

To be honest, he is not afraid of death. What he is afraid of is this state of being conscious but not controlling the body. He always feels that this feeling is very familiar and terrifying.

Besides, just because he's not afraid of death doesn't mean he wants to die.

Just as Duke was racking his brains, the ice on the roof slowly squirmed, and a human figure made of countless ice cubes walked out of the ceiling and appeared in Duke's sight.

Duke was lying on the bed and Iceman was leaning against the ceiling.

The two were parallel and looking at each other.

Duke's eyes widened with a look of begging for mercy.

But this ice man, whose gender and expression could not be identified, was not moved at all.

I saw the ice behind it squirming, slowly descending, then stretching out its cone-like arms and slowly poking Duke's heart.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down and all the sounds in my ears disappeared.

Duke thought he was going to die and watched himself being killed in slow motion.

Horrible, frightened, relieved, even honored?

Duke didn't know that this feeling was beyond words.

The only thing he can do now is to close his eyes and wait for death to come.

His whole body is frozen now, and he has lost control and consciousness of his body. Even if he is stabbed in the heart, it shouldn't hurt... right?

Duke smiled bitterly in his heart, but he did not choose to close his eyes.

Now that he has come to this point, why not witness his own death with his own eyes?

I can't witness my birth, but I can witness my death - isn't this a very romantic thing?

Duke relaxed his body with some self-mockery and calmly waited for the cone to arrive.

But after waiting for a few seconds, the sharp cone did not pierce his heart.

The pointed cone has been falling, but at a slower and slower speed, even almost stationary.

wrong!

Duke looked at Iceman's expressionless face and then realized what he was doing.

It’s not that time seems to be slowing down, it’s that it’s actually slowing down!

The whole world seems to have stopped!

Moreover, the little finger of his right hand slowly regained some feeling, and he felt a chill!

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Duke knew that this might be his last life-saving straw!

He moved his fingers vigorously. In addition to the little finger of his right hand, the ring finger of his right hand also slowly regained feeling, then the middle finger, the index finger, and finally the thumb.

At this time, the sharp awl on the Iceman's arm had pierced the quilt and was about to pierce his heart.

It was at this moment that Duke finally regained consciousness in his right palm and wrist. He immediately clenched an equally cold object, and then a stiff smile appeared on his face.

He didn't know if this could avoid death, but it was his only way.

Adjust the angle.

Crank the hammer.

Pull the trigger.

A dazzling tongue of fire burst out from the quilt and went straight to the iceman on the ceiling!

With a loud noise, time instantly resumed its flow, and the Iceman also hit the ceiling as if being hit by a train.

boom!

Wow!

Countless pieces of ice fell from the Iceman and hit Duke on his face.

One of Iceman's arms was completely shattered, and a large piece of his chest collapsed.

Without any hesitation, without even looking at Duke, it instantly blended into the ceiling, and in the blink of an eye, the Iceman disappeared.

All the ice in the room also disappeared, and Duke slowly regained control of his body, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a rapid knock on the door.

"Master Duke, what happened to you?"

Alyssa's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"I……"

Duke opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and small.

"Master Duke, if you don't mind, I'll come in."

Alyssa outside the door opened the door easily. After all, Duke didn't have the habit of locking the door.

Alyssa, wearing a black and white maid outfit, walked in holding a portable lamp.

The warm yellow light illuminated the pale Duke on the bed, as well as the two puddles of water on the quilt and on the ground.

"Master Duke, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Duke was fine, Alyssa first breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked with some doubts.

"Ahem, Alyssa...there is...an assassin who wants to kill me!"

Duke spoke with difficulty.

Alyssa walked in quickly and looked at the big hole in Duke's quilt and the silver revolver that was smoking. Her amber eyes condensed, and she quickly hugged Duke, who was shivering all over, softly.

The voice said:

"It's okay, young master, I'm here."

Da da da.
Chapter completed!