Mike's current situation can be said to be terrible.
When people from the police station came in, he found an opportunity in advance to climb out of the window, climbed on the edge of the outer wall and leaned against the wall. He relied on his excellent physical fitness to prevent him from falling.
But now, the room he stayed in a few days ago has obviously attracted the attention of the investigators.
He heard someone talking in the room.
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"The bed is very clean. Even if no one is staying, will your servant clean this room every day?"
"Um...of course."
Will responded to de Gaulle's question without changing his expression.
"Hmm...every day? The maid next to you is really a hard-working lady, but..."
He was holding a pipe in his mouth and talking as he walked in and kept looking at the bed.
Within a short while, he seemed to have discovered something, his eyebrows raised, and his expression looked particularly happy.
"I would like to ask this maid, do you have any military experience in the past?"
This sudden question confused Permis.
Similarly, Will did not expect that de Gaulle would ask this question. Even the superintendent and others were surprised and stared at Permis curiously, waiting for the next step.
Pemis hesitated and kept looking at Will, but he didn't know how to answer.
De Gaulle smiled slightly and continued to explain: "There are two layers of sheets on this bed. The folding method is very particular. The part of the first layer rolled up on the quilt is almost 6 inches, and the second layer of sheets must be placed on the pillow."
One side should be left blank for 12 inches, and the four corners should be folded into a 45-degree angle. This is the sleeper standard of the Saiguo army. Only soldiers who have served in the army will have such discipline and techniques."
As soon as he finished speaking, Superintendent Brut suddenly realized it. He looked at Permis with a thoughtful look, and finally shook his head with a sneer.
"Ms. Permis, answer my question just now. As a woman, have you really served in the military? Or is this bed not made by you at all?"
De Gaulle's questioning was like the tip of a sharp knife, which stabbed Permis to the point of almost cardiac arrest and his face turned pale.
She never knew what the relationship was between the master and the guest, but judging from the performance of the police station today, the guest who suddenly moved in might actually be a fugitive!
She began to be afraid, and her eyes kept asking Will for help. Now she had to face a choice, whether to tell the truth or betray her master!
"Answer my question!"
De Gaulle's questioning voice amplified instantly, so frightened that Permis couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Yes...it's him! He helped me clean up that day!"
"Who is he?" Superintendent Brut's eyes were cold and sharp, as if he would take out handcuffs and take them all away at the next moment.
"It's Mr. Conan! I'm too busy by myself, so sometimes I ask Mr. Conan to help me!"
In desperation, Pemis dragged the guard into the muddy water.
However, she did not lie. Mr. Conan did help Permis in his free time, but he did not clean the guest's room.
Superintendent Brut quickly called Mr. Conan to confront him.
Perhaps sensing the master's crisis, Mr. Conan made the right choice after observing his words.
"Gentlemen, who can remember if they ever made their bed? But I did help Ms. Permis. Her job was busy and hard, and mine was very easy most of the time, and I had a
It’s almost twice her salary, so isn’t it appropriate to share some of it with the lady occasionally?”
His answer was almost the same as that of Permis, and it was impossible to verify whether it was true or not for a while.
The doorman has military experience in the past, so it is understandable that he arranges the room out of habit.
De Gaulle still did not give up. He saw from many clues that someone had indeed lived in this room.
He didn't believe that the guy could escape under everyone's eyes, so he carefully observed everything in the room, even if it was a secret door, he had to find it for him.
"Well... the window is open, does it need to be fully opened? If something strange flies in, won't it easily stain the room?"
De Gaulle stood behind the window sill, his eyes cast downward, and he noticed that compared to the room indoors, the bottom of the window frame was stained with some dust.
Eh...
He frowned.
That's not ashes, but the traces of being stepped on by shoes...
It's just that the other party deliberately smoothed the shoe prints, thinking that others wouldn't be able to see it.
If you can deceive others with this trick, how can you deceive him?
De Gaulle was talking casually to other people in the room, but the next second, he suddenly leaned out of the window and looked quickly at the surrounding exterior walls.
He saw the side strips protruding from the exterior wall. The horizontal plane was not narrow enough to allow a person to step on it with his back against the wall.
However, there was no suspicious person there at this time.
"Did you jump?" De Gaulle frowned and glanced at the back garden.
There are several police officers searching the garden. It is easy to make noise by jumping down from the building, which will immediately attract the attention of those police officers.
De Gaulle felt that the other party would not choose this way. He moved his eyes along the side and found that by climbing, he could lead from the window of this room to several other windows on this floor.
Of course, the other party must be skilled enough, otherwise it will be easy to lose focus and fall.
All the doors in the house are open, and the police are searching the house. If you want to escape in this way, there is only one place to hide people.
"The locked room!"
……
De Gaulle's inference made Mike's escape route completely accurate.
Just now, Mike heard the voices of de Gaulle and Will, and immediately realized that he was in a very dangerous position. Not only could he be exposed to the police officers searching outside at any time, he could also easily fall.
And if someone in the room pokes their head out, they will find him immediately.
So, he immediately moved his body along the decorative belt of the exterior wall and moved outside the window of the next room.
When he saw that the door of the room was not open, he decisively slipped in through the window.
As soon as he climbed in, he saw Victor sitting on the bed with his eyes closed and breathing steadily.
"Mr. Victor?"
Mike took a deep breath, carefully observed Victor's state, and judged that the other person should be meditating.
Mike himself knows how to meditate, but now that the situation is urgent, he must find a way to wake the other party up.
However, Mike still doesn’t know what will happen to a seer who has entered a secret sleep in a dream and is awakened by an external force.
He hesitated, fearing that he would harm the other person, so he did not touch Victor's physical body for a long time.
At this time, he discovered that Victor was holding something in both hands.
He held one hand so tightly that he couldn't see what he was holding, while the other hand held a crystal clear crystal pendant, which looked very valuable at first glance.
"Meditating into a dream...Why are you still holding such valuable jewelry in your hand?"
Mike couldn't understand, but at this moment, the crystal in Victor's hand suddenly melted.
He stared wide-eyed, looking at the thing like melting ice cubes, with golden liquid flowing out of it, and the liquid seemed to be alive, climbing directly onto Victor's face and burrowing out of his seven orifices.