"You killed these people? You are quite nimble. It seems like you have done this a lot. "
Hearing this, Mr. Assaches almost pressed the guy in front of him onto the sofa and strangled his throat.
Ludic, this guy grew up with him as a child, but now, their paths were completely different.
"Don't mess around. I have something more important to tell you."
The principal had just arrived at the [Rose Mansion] … Originally, according to his schedule, he was supposed to return to the [City of Freedom Academy] after leaving the orphanage, but he was called by Assaches.
He used that kind of [If you don't come, you will regret it. Humph!] … … this kind of tone.
In fact, the principal had come because he felt that Arthashis's final word was very spiritual. His heart had been touched, so he had come.
Mr. Assaches directly pulled Ludic into the side hall.
"Mr. Levi, please have some tea."
"Thank you, Ms. K er Lili." Levi sat down and looked at K er Lili, then he suddenly said, "It seems like you don't want to accept the principal's suggestion, right?"
"How did you know … …" The maid was surprised.
Levi said calmly, "If you agreed, you wouldn't look so relaxed. Instead, you would look more nervous."
K er Lili subconsciously touched her face … … this kind of thing could be seen from her expression.
"It's good that you don't agree." Levi shook his head, "Just pretend that this didn't happen. It's good for everyone."
K er Lili hesitated and asked in a low voice, "But … … will the principal blame me?"
"He doesn't only have one choice." Levi said casually, "Of course, if you agree, he will have two choices, and it will be safer."
K er Lili couldn't help but bitterly smile, "The world of adults is really complicated."
"The world of adults is not complicated." However, Revere said, "The world of the adults is just more direct … Oh right, where are the guests of the mansion? Are they all gone?"
K er Lili couldn't help but reveal a distressed expression. She sighed and said, "How should I say this … In short, we don't have the right to ask where the guests are going."
The boss of Arthashis had always been abiding by a basic rule.
He ran a hotel. When the guests came, they would check in. When the guests wanted to leave, they would check out. He would not take the initiative to ask the guests where they were going during the day.
He would just keep the lights on in the main hall of the mansion. Either it was K er Lili or himself — there was always someone waiting to open the door.
…
After about 20 minutes, Mr. Assaches and the principal came out of the room.
The Campus Principal looked the same as he did when he entered. Only Mr. Assaches seemed to be rolling his eyes.
"Revere, call a few people over and deal with these bodies." The Campus Principal said directly at this moment.
What surprised Ke Lili was that Mr. Levare did not hesitate at all when he heard her order. He immediately made a call. This was a corpse, not some random object.
Only Mr. Assaches frowned and asked, "Deal with? How are you going to deal with it? "
The Campus Principal said indifferently, "Since you came to me to deal with this matter, then you shouldn't ask how I deal with it. Otherwise, you can only find someone else, the poor Assaches."
Mr. Assaches felt that when this guy entered the door, he should be the one holding him in a choke hold.
Soon, a car came to the entrance of the mansion … an ambulance. Several guys wearing full protective suits came down from the car. They directly moved the bodies of Fache and the others and quickly left. The whole process took less than five minutes.
Assaches glanced at the logo on the ambulance. He knew where Ludic was going to move the bodies.
A hospital … and a hospital under the name of Ludic's family — perhaps, a morgue.
"I haven't been here."
"I haven't seen you either."
When saying goodbye, Mr. Assaches and Ludic said to each other tacitly.
"K er Lili, you look after the house. I have something to do and have to go out." After a while, Assaches said to the little maid of the mansion, "If something dangerous happens, don't hesitate and run directly to Miss You Ye's room."
"Ah?"
"I don't know if she can do it." Mr. Assaches said seriously at this time, "But if she is disturbed, I think she will probably react … Well, you can even say, [Someone is talking bad about Mr. Luo, Miss You Ye] … like this."
"I … I think the person who will be killed, may, may be me?"
Mr. Assaches still went out.
The little maid of the mansion could only nervously grab the broom and squat at the counter in the lobby. Her eyes kept glancing at the room upstairs of Miss You Ye.
…
…
"Welcome, may I ask how I can help you … Eh? Aren't you the one from yesterday? "
In the clothing store, the tailor, Miss Asman, who was using a steam iron to tidy up the clothes, heard the noise. The moment she turned around, she saw the customer who only bought one button yesterday.
"Sorry to disturb you again, Miss Asman." Boss Luo said with a smile.
Miss Asman paused and immediately put down the iron in a hurry. After wiping her hands on her waist, she said, "Not at all … How can I help you?"
Boss Luo took out a camera and smiled, "It's like this, I actually came to the City of Freedom as a traveler. I want to take a set of photos about the culture of the City of Freedom. I hope Miss Asman can let me visit some of your shops and studios … As a century-old shop, there must be a lot of things that have witnessed the history of the City of Freedom. "
"Huh?" There were many people who asked her to make clothes, and there were even some who wanted to pursue her … However, this was the first time she met someone who wanted to visit her shoot, so she couldn't help but hesitate. "Sir, could it be that you're one of those … travel reporters?"
"Something like that." Boss Luo said, "I do have the habit of recording interesting things on the road … Is it difficult for you?"
Miss Asman thought for a moment and shook her head, "Not really. The order for the Holy Maiden Ritual is almost finished, and I have some free time now … Come with me."
"No hurry, I want to start with the shop," Boss Luo said, "Is the decoration here the same as before?"
"Yes, except for the facade that has been renovated several times, most of the decorations and furniture in the shop haven't changed much except for maintenance … At least, it has been like this since my father took over."
Boss Luo kept fiddling with the camera in his hand, looking very professional.
An old photographer … Miss Asman suddenly had this thought.
"This is okay, can I take a look inside?"
"Oh … Okay, okay, this way please."
This was the first time Miss Asman encountered such a situation, so she couldn't react in time … Logically speaking, she should have rejected him, but why did she agree so quickly and so naturally?
With this doubt in her heart, Miss Asman led Boss Luo further into the shop.
The shop, the living room, and the studio … This place directly formed Miss Asman's entire life.
In the workshop, Miss Asman was introducing the tools that had basically been eliminated by the times. Every one of them was quite old. Although they were old, they were well maintained.
This was an unusually clean studio, and it exuded a delicate femininity unique to women.
"By the way, I just remembered something," Miss Asman suddenly said.
Boss Luo gave her a 'please continue' look.
Miss Asman hesitated for a moment, then silently took out a thick photo album from the bookshelf at the side. "There's a photo that I want you to take a look at … Perhaps, you can answer some of my questions."
As she spoke, Miss Asman carefully took out an old photo from the album. "This person in the photo …"
The reason why she had to be careful was because the photo itself was a piece of glass.
"She looks like my female companion from yesterday, right?" Boss Luo directly said after taking a look.
Miss Asman nodded. "Yes, they are very similar. Even their body shapes are basically the same … But this photo album has been passed down since my grandfather. Before my grandfather, I don't even know how long it has been in existence."
"This is a work of wet photography, it can be maintained for at least a hundred years." Boss Luo smiled slightly. "A hundred years is enough to show its value."
Miss Asman shook her head. "I don't know much about this … I only know how to tailor clothes."
Boss Luo said casually, "Since this photo could be from a hundred years ago, Miss Asman, do you think it has anything to do with my female companion?"
"That's true." Miss Asman nodded. "Maybe I'm thinking too much. It's not like there aren't any similar people in the world … Sorry for troubling you, sir."
"Miss Asman, can you transfer this photo to me?" Boss Luo suddenly asked.
"Transfer?"
Boss Luo nodded. "Since the lady in this photo is so similar to my female companion, I think it will be a very good surprise."
Miss Asman shook her head. "Sir, you're very good to your female companion, I'm really touched. However, this is a family heirloom. Although it's not valuable, I think I have the obligation to preserve it. "
"You've decided so quickly, Miss Asman," Boss Luo said, "Since I said transfer, don't you want to hear my price?"
"This …" Miss Asman frowned, but still said patiently, "Okay, sir, what price do you plan to offer?"
"What do you think of this thing?" Boss Luo pointed at the workbench beside him.
Miss Asman looked over subconsciously. "This … when did this box appear? Why didn't I know?"
She looked at this strange traveling photographer hesitantly.
"Open it and take a look."
Like a whisper from the depths of her heart … Miss Asman subconsciously walked to the workbench and slowly opened the box in front of her.
"This is … a shoe?"
She saw what was inside the box. It was a pair of shoes, a pair of delicate transparent glass shoes.
"This pair of shoes has a magic attached to it. It can make you stand out." Boss Luo's voice sounded softly. "But the magic will lose effect at midnight … Of course, if you use it well, maybe it can make you do something you want to do."
"Sir, you really know how to joke!" Miss Asman shook her head.
But when she turned around, she found that Boss Luo had disappeared … She was shocked and hurried to the table where the photo album was placed, but she found that the photos in the album were not missing, especially the photo made of glass, which was intact.
Miss Asman frowned and quickly walked out of the workbench. But she couldn't find him even after searching inside and outside the clothing store. She could only return to her workbench with a puzzled expression.
At this time, Miss Asman subconsciously looked at the box.
The pair of glass slippers was still here.
Glass shoes with magic … Cinderella's glass shoes? Miss Asman shook her head, thinking that this was a bit strange.
She closed the box and put it aside. She planned to return it to this strange photographer the next time she met him … He should be back, right?
Miss Asman thought and walked out of the workbench.
Creak — the door closed slowly.
But when the door was completely closed, it suddenly opened again. Miss Asman walked quickly to the box and pressed her hands on it.
She bit her lip, and her fingers quickly tapped on the box … Her gaze shifted, and Miss Asman seemed to have made a decision. She opened the box again, and then carefully picked up one of the glass shoes.
She put the glass shoes under the light and her eyes gradually blurred. "It's okay to try it, right? Anyway, I won't really wear it out … "
…
…
Mr. Arthasheth wore a windbreaker and a hat.
He put his hands in his pockets and paced back and forth in front of an old small building — no one knew why he was hesitating. He raised his head from time to time and looked at the attic of the small building.
After a while, Mr. Assaches seemed to have made a decision — he didn't walk into the small building. Instead, he planned to leave.
He turned around and left.
But at that moment, the door of the small building suddenly opened. A guy wearing black clothes and a hood was standing in front of the door.
Mr. Assaches couldn't help but frown. He looked around the street and then gritted his teeth and walked to the door of the small building. At the same time, he clearly saw the appearance of the hooded guy.
It was a guy with an unbalanced complexion … His complexion was slightly rosy, while his complexion was slightly paler, as if he had just gotten a new skin.
It was the guy with serious burns in front of the orphanage last night!
The moment their eyes met, Mr. Assaches recognized the hooded man.
"You are … Robert, Teacher Calvin's nephew?" Mr. Assaches asked tentatively.
"Please come in." The hooded man just nodded slightly, "Mr. Calvin said you would be back soon and asked me to wait for you here."
Mr. Assaches blinked and said coldly, "I don't want to go in now."
The hooded man's face was expressionless. He just turned around and walked into the building … without closing the door.
Mr. Assaches shrugged and muttered, "Seems like a guy without a sense of humor."
…
"You're the one with the skin."
This was the first sentence that Mr. Assaches said to Scholar Calvin after seeing him.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
