“You killed these people? You were very nimble with your hands and feet. It seems you did this a lot.”

Hearing this, Mr. Assassis almost pushed the guy in front of him onto the sofa, and then choked him.

Ludick, this guy grew up with me in his childhood, but his life trajectory has been different since he grew up.

 “Don’t make trouble, I have more important things to tell you.”

The campus principal had just arrived at [Rose Mansion]... Originally, according to his itinerary, after leaving the orphanage, he should have returned to [Free City Academy], but then he got a call from Asaches.

come over.

　　 using the tone of "If you don't come, you will regret it, hum!"...

The principal of the campus actually came because he felt that the last word "hum" in Asaches was really spiritual and his soul was touched.

 Mr. Asaches directly pulled Ludik into a side hall.

 “Mr. Lival, please have some tea.”

"Thank you, Miss Clary." Livar sat down, looked at Clary, and then suddenly said: "It seems that you are not going to agree to the campus principal's suggestion, right?"

 "How do you know..." the maid asked in surprise.

Livar said calmly: "If you agree, your expression will not look so relaxed. You should be more nervous."

Kelly subconsciously touched her cheek... This kind of thing can also be seen through her expression.

"It's fine if you don't agree." Livar shook his head, "Just pretend that this thing never happened and let it rot in your stomach. It's good for everyone."

Clilli hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "But...will the campus principal blame me?"

"He doesn't have only one choice." Livar said casually: "Of course, if you can agree, he will naturally have two candidates, which will be safer."

Kelly couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "The world of adults is really complicated."

"The world of adults is not complicated." Livar said, "The world of adults is just more straightforward... By the way, the residents of the mansion are all gone."

  Clary couldn't help showing a distressed look, and sighed: "How should I put it... In short, we are not in a position to ask about the whereabouts of the residents."

Boss Azashes has actually been adhering to a basic code.

 He ​​runs a hotel. He checks in when guests come and checks out when guests want to leave... He does not take the initiative to gossip about the guests' whereabouts, let alone ask them where they will go during the day.

He would just keep turning on the lights in the lobby of the mansion, or there would always be someone, either Clary or himself, waiting to open the door.

 …

 It took about twenty minutes for Mr. Asaches and the principal to walk out of the room.

 The principal looked the same as when he entered, except for Mr. Assachs who rolled his eyes.

"Livar, call a few people over and take care of these bodies." The campus principal said directly at this moment.

 Insert a sentence, I am currently using the Zhuishu app, [app ] to cache reading and read aloud offline!

 What surprised Clary was that Mr. Levar didn't even hesitate for such an order and immediately called. This is a corpse, not a debris.

 Only Mr. Assaches frowned and asked: "Deal with it? How do you plan to handle it?"

The principal of the campus said calmly: "Since you came to me to handle this matter, you shouldn't ask me how I will handle it. Otherwise, you can only find someone else, the poor Asaches."

Boss Asaches felt that when this guy came in, he should have been the one to hold him down and choke him.

Soon, a car...an ambulance came outside the mansion. Several guys in full protective suits got out of the car. They directly carried the bodies of Fache and others up and left quickly.

It didn't even take five minutes.

Azaches glanced at the sign on the ambulance and knew where Ludik was going to move the body.

 The hospital...and it's a hospital under the name of Ludick's family. Maybe it's a morgue.

 “I’ve never been here.”

 “I haven’t seen you either.”

 When bidding farewell, Mr. Asaches and Ludik spoke to each other in a tacit understanding.

"Clary, look after the house. I have something to do and I have to go out." After a while, Asaches said to the maid in the mansion: "If something dangerous happens, don't hesitate and go directly to the house."

Run to Miss Youye's room."

"ah?"

"I don't know if she can do it without saving her." Mr. Azashes said seriously at this time: "But if she is disturbed, I think she will probably react... Well, you

You can even say, [Someone is speaking ill of Mr. Luo, Miss Youye]... like this."

 “I...I think the person who will be beaten to death, could it be me?”

 Mr. Assassis went out after all.

The little maid in the mansion nervously grabbed the broom, squatted at the counter in the lobby, and kept looking towards the room above Miss Youye.

 …

 …

“Welcome, how can I help you... Huh? Are you not the same person as yesterday?”

In the ready-made clothing store, Miss Assman, a tailor who was finishing clothes with a steam iron, heard the noise. When she turned around, she saw the customer who only bought one button yesterday.

 “I’m disturbing you again, Miss Asman.” Boss Luo said with a slight smile.

Miss Assman was startled, and immediately put down the iron in a hurry. After wiping her hands on her waist, she said: "No need to bother... may I help you?"

I saw Boss Luo take out a camera at this time, smiled and said: "That's it, I actually came to [Free City] as a traveler this time, and I want to take a group of photos about [Free City] 】Photos of humanities and customs. I hope, Miss Asman, you can let me visit some of your shops and studios... As an old shop that is more than a hundred years old, there must be many things preserved here that bear witness to the history of the [Free City]."

"Ah?" There were many people looking for her to make clothes, and there were even some people who wanted to pursue her... But this was the first time she met someone who wanted to visit and shoot, so she couldn't help but hesitate, "Sir, are you? That kind of...travel journalist type of profession?"

"Absolutely." Boss Luo said: "I do have the habit of recording interesting things I see on the road... Will it be embarrassing?"

Miss Asman thought for a moment and shook her head, "That's not to say, the order for the Holy Maiden Ceremony has almost been delivered. I do have some free time at the moment... Come with me."

“Don’t worry, I want to start with the store first.” Boss Luo said, “Has the decoration here been kept the same as before?”

"Yes, except for the exterior facade that has been renovated several times, most of the decoration and furniture inside the store have not changed much except for maintenance... At least, it has been like this since my father took over. Looks like it."

 I saw Boss Luo constantly fiddling with the camera in his hand, looking very professional.

 An old photographer... Miss Asman suddenly had such an idea.

“It’s okay here. Can you go inside and visit?”

 “Oh...Okay, okay, please come this way.”

This is the first time this kind of thing has happened to me, and Miss Assman is still a little unable to react... Logically speaking, she should refuse, but why did she agree so quickly and so naturally?

With this doubt in her mind, Miss Asman welcomed Boss Luo into the back of the clothing store.

 The store, living room, and studio...here directly constitutes the entire life of Miss Asman.

 In the studio, Ms. Assman is introducing tools that have basically been eliminated by the times. Each piece is quite old. Although it is old, it is well maintained.

　　It is an exceptionally clean studio, exuding the unique delicacy of women.

“By the way, I remembered something.” Miss Asman suddenly said at this time.

  Boss Luo gave a look that asked him to continue.

After a slight hesitation, Miss Asman silently pulled out a thick photo album from the bookshelf nearby, "There is a photo that I want you to see... Maybe you can also answer me some questions." doubt."

With that said, Miss Asman carefully pulled out an old photo from the album, "The person in the photo..."

 The reason why you need to be careful is because this kind of photo itself is a piece of glass.

“She looks a lot like my female companion yesterday, right?” Boss Luo took one look at her and said directly.

Miss Asman nodded, "They are very similar, even the body shape is basically the same... But this photo album has been handed down from my grandfather, and I didn't even know about it before my grandfather." How long has it been around?”

"This kind of work is a wet plate photography, and it can last for a hundred years at least." Boss Luo smiled slightly and said: "A hundred years is enough to reflect its value."

 Miss Asman shook her head, "I don't have much research in this area...I only know how to cut clothes."

Boss Luo said casually: "Since this may be a photo taken a hundred years ago, Miss Asman thinks, does this have anything to do with my female companion?"

"That's true." Miss Asman nodded, "Maybe I'm too wildly imaginative, and it's not like there are no similar people in the world... I'm sorry to trouble you, sir."

“Ms. Assman, can you transfer this photo to me?” Boss Luo suddenly asked at this time.

 “Transfer?”

Boss Luo nodded: "Since the lady in this photo is so similar to my female companion, I think it will be a good surprise."

Miss Asman shook her head: "Sir, you are very kind to your female companion, which really touches me. However, after all, this is passed down from the family. Although it is just a worthless thing, I think I

There is also an obligation to preserve them.”

"Have you decided so soon, Miss Assman?" Boss Luo said: "Since I'm talking about transfer, don't you want to hear my asking price?"

"This..." Miss Asman frowned, but still said patiently: "Okay, sir, how do you plan to price it?"

“What do you think of this thing?” Boss Luo pointed to the workbench beside him.

Ms. Assmann looked over subconsciously, "Here... when did there be an extra box here? Why didn't I know?"
To be continued...