Pamela stood in front of the gate of Rodriguez Manor.
She raised her hand to ring the doorbell with some hesitation, because every time she visited before, the young housekeeper was already standing at the door waiting for her with a smile before she even got out of the car.
This is very abnormal, Pamela thought. Professor Schiller seems to know the whereabouts of everyone who will visit his manor. It is not a secret when they will show up at his door, so everyone
Arriving guests will be greeted at just the right time.
But this time no one came to greet Pamela.
Pamela knew that she was in no position to blame anyone for being rude, because she did visit unexpectedly without even making a phone call, but she believed that the blame for such rude behavior should not be entirely attributed to herself, because it was Bruce.
Please ask her to come.
The rich man had good reasons for this. Bruce claimed that if Pamela did not come, then they would probably see Miss Thalia at the dinner table tomorrow. Pamela regarded this as a ghost story.
joke.
After learning the whole process of Bruce and Talia's entanglement, Pamela believed that Bruce might feel that the angry Talia looking for Schiller would further lower his score, and Bruce invested in Pamela's security plant.
Research project, she knew that she was short-handed, so she gave her the troublesome job of going to find Schiller when he was angry.
She was so obsessed that she gave him her phone number. Pamela complained in her heart that she might have more troublesome jobs like this in the future.
But she knew that she had to solve the trouble at hand first. In fact, she didn't want Thalia to be cut into pieces, because she was very beautiful, and Pamela had never tried it.
Thinking of this, she licked her lips, stretched her neck and looked inside the manor, but she didn't hear any movement.
Sliding the door and picking the lock was a bit too much, and Pamela was not good at it, so she planned to use her strengths to find a way for herself to enter the Rodriguez Manor.
What else are the strengths of the Green Spokesperson of All Things?
Pamela walked around to the back of Rodriguez Manor. In the corner of the garden there was a banyan tree planted by the previous owner. The tree was not tall and inconspicuous, but because it was very close to the wall, Pamela was painting Rodriguez Manor.
When I was designing the garden, I thought about transplanting this tree to prevent someone from climbing in along the branches.
Pamela stood outside the fence and waved gently, and a branch stretched out along the top of the fence. More vines wrapped around it, and soon formed a staircase.
Pamela stepped on the vine steps into the yard very lightly, looked at the dilapidated scene in the garden, and adjusted the expected start date of the construction forward.
She had sent the rough design drawing to Schiller last night and got a reply from him quickly. Schiller put forward some very practical suggestions as usual, and Pamela was here all day today.
Think about how to improve.
As for why she wants to do this, the answer is surprisingly realistic. Pamela plans to continue her studies in school, but she also needs money.
Pamela plans to do something she likes. Designing gardens for manors would be a good idea. She is very talented in this area and has special abilities that make work easier. At the same time, she earns a lot of money by dealing with rich people. She is a pretty good person.
Part-time job options.
The problem she faced was that in order to design a garden for the manor, the manor owner had to give her a garden to practice with. And the only manor owner in Gotham who could care less about his garden being destroyed several times was probably Xi.
Damn it.
Pamela felt grateful for this, and she also cherished this opportunity, so when she walked through the garden of Rodriguez Manor again, she observed the structure here very carefully and recorded it in her mind as much as possible
The suggestions put forward by Schiller are combined with the actual situation analysis.
Unknowingly, she had reached the back door of the main building of the manor. Pamela stepped onto the porch steps and reached out to knock on the door. But at this moment, she was stunned for a moment because she realized that her peripheral vision had just passed by
something.
Pamela turned back, stepped between the two steps and looked to her side, which was under the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building.
It was also muddy there. I don't know whether it was washed away by heavy rains or garden hoses. The only few small plants fell to the ground and were completely dead. But what caught Pamela's attention was the plants mixed in the mud.
A touch of dazzling white.
Pamela lifted up her skirt, carefully stepped on the edge of the building and walked under the floor-to-ceiling window. After bending down and taking a closer look, she discovered that they were several white petals gathered together.
Pamela frowned slightly, then turned around and looked up diagonally above her, which was the only window on the floor-to-ceiling glass, right at the apex of the parabola where the petals fell to the ground.
This is a camellia thrown out of the window.
Pamela looked into the floor-to-ceiling window glass covered with thin fog again. There was no one in the room, so she could have a panoramic view of the entire room. Pamela had never entered this room, but her sight immediately
I captured the camellia in a thin vase on the desk across the room.
Through the glass, Pamela's searching eyes began to become more purposeful, and then as she expected, there was another vase on the coffee table between the single sofas near the window, but the flowers in it had disappeared.
Already.
The only two vases in the room are both art vases, which can be used for flower arrangements or as decorations. The vase placed on the coffee table is smaller, so it is not inconsistent with it as a separate coffee table decoration.
Pamela turned around again, and under her gaze, the tiny vines helped her turn over the soil, revealing the stem below the petals. Judging from the length, this camellia should have been inserted in a short vase on the coffee table.
Schiller was not a very fond of flowers.
Pamela has known this for a long time. When she visited Rodriguez Manor before, she found that there were no decorative flowers in such a large manor, which was almost unbelievable.
Pamela knew that Schiller was a person who valued style very much, and without flowers, the interior decoration would lack a lot of color and vitality, but there were no living flowers anywhere in the Rodriguez Manor.
Pamela learned the reason for this abnormality from the email Schiller responded to last night. It's not that Schiller doesn't like flowers, he just doesn't like the smell of flowers.
Because Schiller emphasized in his reply to Pamela's garden decoration suggestions, try not to use flowers with floral scents. Schiller believed that some aromas beyond his control would affect his thinking, and Pamela changed according to his suggestions.
The range of flowers to choose from.
Because she had just been thinking about the suggestions in Schiller's reply to the email, Pamela immediately thought of this. She lowered her eyes and looked at the camellias in the soil and noticed something was wrong.
There are many varieties of camellias, and their fragrances are also different. Some have almost no fragrance, and some have a strong fragrance. This one that was thrown into the soil is obviously the one with a strong fragrance.
Did Schiller throw the camellia out of the window because of its scent? Pamela thought for a moment and quickly rejected this speculation. Merkel obviously knew Schiller better than she did. If Schiller didn't like scented
flower, then this kind of flower will never appear in the manor's vase.
Moreover, Schiller had never been in the habit of using flowers for decoration before, and the vases were always used as ornaments. Why did he suddenly get the idea to insert flowers into two vases today, and they were also scented flowers?
Pamela couldn't think of the answer to this question, and when she continued to look at the remains of camellias in the soil, she found several inconspicuous footprints around them, not left by Schiller, but by a stranger.
The footprints appeared suddenly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with no trace of their origin. There was only one possibility for this situation, that is, the footprints fell from the sky, and Pamela Zhi could only look up.
She saw a pair of slightly distracted gray eyes.
Schiller was standing on the balcony of the room on the second floor, holding one hand on the railing and looking down condescendingly.
In an instant, Pamela felt the coldness to her bones.
But Schiller just looked at it like that, then sighed softly, turned around and walked back into the room.
When Pamela came back to her senses, she realized that she might have seen a hint of helplessness in Schiller's eyes. She didn't understand what it meant, but she understood some of Schiller's connivance like a flash of inspiration.
So, a thin vine climbed up along the vertical decorative line on the surface of the manor. Pamela relied on the plant to listen to the movement on the second floor. Besides Schiller's voice, she heard the voice of another slightly familiar woman.
sound.
"...I'm much better, thank you."
That was Thalia's voice.
Pamela frowned even more. She had not forgotten what she was entrusted to do. The vines climbed more boldly to the balcony railing, and she saw a slight gap left by the balcony door that was not closed tightly.
The tips of the tiny vines drilled decisively into the gap, and the scene in front of them suddenly became clear. This was a study, and it was the private study of the owner of the manor.
The reason why this is a private space is that there is no usual pair of furniture in the reception area. There is only one single sofa, and the table in front of it is too small. It can only hold a tea set, and the table is still scattered.
There were a few books on it, but it was not as tidy as a classroom.
"Is this your study?" Thalia looked up at Schiller who brought her a cup of hot tea and asked.
"Yes, Miss, I think you may have had some symptoms of a panic attack just now. A relatively closed and private space will help your mood improve."
"I do feel better." Thalia looked away, and then looked at Schiller again, as if she wanted to get to know him again.
Thalia suspected that she had an illusion. There were no gorgeous feathers, no cold vertical pupils, and no fangs dripping with venom. The Professor Schiller in front of her was a little different, but not that scary.
Suddenly, Thalia's hand holding the handle of the cup tightened, and she gritted her teeth and spit out a name: "Bruce Wayne!"
Schiller stopped playing with the tea set. He looked at Thalia as if he was curious and asked: "What did you say? Miss."
Thalia whispered as she recalled: "When did he drug me? And what drug was used?"
"Sorry, Miss Thalia."
"No, it's nothing. I was thinking about something else." Thalia turned her head and took a sip of hot tea. The anger in her heart did not diminish at all. Bruce Wayne must have drugged her, giving her that kind of hazy hallucination.
Often appears when she is doing anti-drug training.
But what kind of drug was that that could knock her out in an instant, and then make her wake up and hallucinate Schiller... It must be a hallucination, right?
Thalia was in a daze. She raised her head and scanned Schiller's face carefully with a look that could be called impolite, and then fell on his clothes.
There is nothing that can cause horrific fantasies, so they are just hallucinations brought about by the medicine's effects that have not yet worn off.
At this time, Schiller put down the tea set and took a step back. He looked at Thalia with some concern and said, "I may have never said that I am a licensed psychologist. If you have some family relationship problems,
, maybe I can give you some advice."
"No...my troubles are not family related, doctor. I need to know immediately whether I am under the influence of drugs."