Lolo walked up to the table and carefully looked at the four unconscious people on the table. After confirming that Mother Teresa was not among them, she turned to George and asked, "Is there anyone else here?"
"Others?" George was taken aback. "There are only four demons and me in this godforsaken place. No one has been here for a long time. I can't find anyone to help me. Oh yes, the old man guarding the entrance of the museum seems to be one of them. He was the one who introduced me to this job." At this point, George became suspicious again. "Did you see him when you came in? Did he go to call for help? No, I have to go. They might have other people hiding nearby. "
"Don't worry. I've knocked him out. There's no way he can call for help." Lolo had to comfort the agitated George again. However, after a while, the latter started nagging her to kill the four demons as soon as possible.
Lolo thought for a while and asked George, "You said that you cook every day. Do you know how much everyone eats?" The girl roughly estimated the amount of food that the old man bought every day. The vegetables and meat should be enough to feed seven to eight adults for a day. However, there were only five and a half people in this place, including George and the orange kitten.
Strictly speaking, this could not be considered suspicious, as everyone had different appetites. Some people ate more, while others ate less. Luo Luo had seen some people eat three or four times more than others, and there were also people who ate purely wastefully. This group of people was represented by the nobles. Many of them would only eat a few mouthfuls of a dish, and the rest would be thrown away. Luo Luo was just trying her luck.
However, Idu's expression suddenly became strange. "Now that you mention it, I'm reminded of something. Maybe there really is someone else here."
"Huh?"
"They would take out about a third of the food that the old man sent and put it aside. The rest is for them to eat. These demons don't treat me as a human at all. They eat the food I cook first and give me the leftovers. If I cook to their liking, they will eat more. Usually, there's nothing left and I can only starve. But if I don't cook well, they will torture me twice as much at night. "Perhaps it was because of the dark days, George broke into tears as he spoke.
"I didn't know it on the first day. I was so hungry in the afternoon that I secretly took a sweet potato from the pile. They beat me half to death that night. After that, I didn't dare to touch the pile no matter how hungry I was." The young man lifted his clothes as he spoke. Lolo was shocked by the dense scars on his body.
She finally knew what the rope and whip in the interrogation room-like room on the second floor were for. It was hard to imagine how this young man named George survived until now.
George smiled bitterly and put down his clothes. "If you didn't come today, I probably wouldn't have lived for long. I used to be able to barely survive by having a full meal every day." The young man pointed at the woman on the dining table who was only wearing a pair of pajamas. "But five days ago, she felt that every day was boring, so she raised a cat as a pet. Now, they feed the cat with the leftovers. It's only my turn when the cat is full. Besides, this cat is like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost. It can eat as much as it is fed."
"…"
Lolo comforted him. "Don't worry, you're safe now. You can go home now. But before that, I want to ask you a few questions. These questions are very important to me. I hope you can answer them truthfully." The girl paused and then threw out her first question. "You just said that they will take out a third of the food every time. Do you know where this part of the food is finally sent?"
George shook his head. "I don't know. When I finish cooking at night, the bag is usually still there. But usually when I wake up the next morning, it's gone. So if there are other people in this place, they must have taken the food away during this time."
"What about the cat?" Lolo thought of the bloody cat hair and nails found in the garbage.
"Cat?"
"Yes, as far as you know, do any of these four people have a hobby of abusing cats?" Since she couldn't get more clues from the ingredients, the girl could only change the direction. "You said that five days ago, the woman decided to keep the orange kitten as a pet because she was bored. Do you remember the other gray kitten? It should be brought back with the orange kitten. What happened to it later?"
"You're talking about those cats." George hesitated for a moment. "Those cats are very strange. They were normal when they first entered the house, but once I gave them a bath, they would panic and struggle with all their might. In the end, those cats ended up like the food in the kitchen. I don't know where they went the next morning."
"Where did you give them a bath?" Lolo felt that she might have caught the key point.
"It's by the well in the courtyard."
Lolo followed George to the well that he mentioned. The well looked very ordinary. Apart from being a little deeper, there seemed to be nothing special about it. However, the girl noticed the orange kitten on the balcony. When it saw them walking to the well, it quietly returned to the house.
Could it be that there was something strange in the well? Luo Luo took two more steps forward and lowered her head to look down.
The sky had already darkened, and the well was quite far from the water surface. The girl had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes.
Just as she lowered her head to check the well, a pair of hands quietly reached for her back.
Lolo had her back turned, so she couldn't see what was happening behind her. Naturally, she couldn't see the strange smile on George's face. The young man's hands were about to touch the girl's back when he suddenly exerted force, but he pushed empty air.
Huh? George was a little surprised. The rookie, The Brave, seemed to have eyes on his back. With a nimble dodge, he neatly dodged his push.
The girl turned around and stared coldly at the young man.
"Not bad. The fellows from the Bretton family really do have some skill. I've underestimated you, Miss Hartfilia," George praised.
Lolo was stunned. "You know who I am?" One had to know that she was wearing a cloak and a veil on her face to hide her physiological characteristics to the greatest extent.
George pointed at the long sword in her hand. "Golinlais — the legendary sword blessed by the fairies. The treasure of the Bretton family passed down from generation to generation. This sword is as dazzling as you, Miss Hartfilia."
The girl's expression immediately turned cold. "You really are from the Temple of God."
George smiled. "We just received news from there not long ago that you, Hartfilia, have probably arrived at Gudilesi. We originally planned to track you down after we're done with the matter at hand. Now, it's saved us a lot of trouble. However, I'm curious. How did you dodge my sneak attack?"
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