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Creativity Tsang Kei Yiu, Yoaby 5D (2016-2017)

But in the following days, carriages keep bringing doctors from
different towns in and out of Bruton’s mansion.
The vagrant notices that.
“Oh, do you know what is happening with the Brutons? A lot of
people have come recently,” asks a young lady who is frowning nearby.
A carter looks into the lady’s eyes and replies, “Well, some said Mr.
Bruton’s son is sick but no one knows what is wrong with him, even for the
most authoritative doctors from London. No idea.”
The vagrant happens to hear.
Suddenly, Mrs. Bruton rushes out from the house and points at
someone inside the house with her shaking hand, screaming, “No, please!
He will infect me! Go away! You the maid take care of him.”
A maid in a clean white skirt chases out, overwhelmed. “Madam!
Madam!”
“Poor little boy,” Hill talks to the air, or just to himself softly, gently.
He then lies down.
Night falls. The sky changes from clean white to yellow, to crimson,
to plum, to navy. The big, bright moon can be seen very clearly in the dark,
borderless sky. No one is on the street. No one.
It seems to be a quiet and peaceful night.
A scream suddenly pierces the night from the upstairs of the Brutons’
house. “Help, help! A thief! Help! Watt is now with him.”
However, in Watt’s room, “Oh no, Mr. Hill, they've discovered you!”
says Watt Bruton in a low voice, agitatedly.
There is silence for a few seconds. “I have to go now,” Hill says. He
turns and wants to leave by the window.

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