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Chapter 27 Cyril Lawn

"Yes...yes, miss."

"I am Carl."

Still pretending to be scared, Karl replied with a slight stutter.

"very good."

The lady nodded, seemingly satisfied with Karl's answer, and then she let go of the servant who was supporting her and stepped forward.

The four guys surrounding Karl consciously made a gap.

"Let me ask you, where were you on the 28th of last month?"

With a faint smile still hanging on her face, without pressing any questions or anything else, just as she usually did when talking to friends, the lady asked Karl.

Although she still pretended to be scared on her face, Karl was actually relieved, because this question showed that she was not here because of what happened at night, and had nothing to do with the Black Crow Gang or the Advocate.

"me……"

The color of fear was still on his face, and Carl looked like a frightened civilian stammering, and his performance was perfect.

"If you can't remember, I can give you a hint."

Seeing Karl's performance, the lady shook her head and sighed.

"The Grand Theater in Sevenoaks is a property I own. Can you think of anything in this case?"

Just tell me what's going on, and now you'll understand!

It turned out that it was the owner behind the theater who came to investigate the matter. His whereabouts were definitely traced, so this drama was staged.

"Although the police said it was a disaster caused by a fire, the private detective I hired investigated and found that someone deliberately set the fire."

"Moreover, Miss Marian still had a stab wound on her body, and her head was chopped off by a villain."

As he spoke, the smile on the lady's face faded and she spoke in a slightly sad tone.

"Miss Marianne is a close friend of mine. This is really sad. I wonder, Mr. Carr, do you have anything to say?"

"I...I went to Sevenoaks that day."

The lady nodded, looking very satisfied with Karl's honesty.

"Then what?"

"I was invited for an interview, and then the director of the theater asked me to go back and wait for news, so I returned to London honestly!"

"This matter has nothing to do with me at all!"

After speaking vigorously in one breath, Karl gasped and waited for the other party's reaction.

Listening to Karl's answer, the lady raised her eyebrows, wondering what she was thinking.

"Who is that little guy hiding behind you? Tell her to come out."

"Miss, she is..."

Before Karl could finish speaking, the self-proclaimed god poked his head out from behind him.

Her celestial beauty immediately silenced the four menacing guys around her, and their vicious expressions immediately disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that he couldn't bear to frighten the little elf in front of him.

In the end, it was this lady who reacted first.

"This...who is this young lady?"

From her point of view, the beauty, delicate skin and hair of the girl in front of her are definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate. If the nobles in the country have such a beautiful little guy, it is impossible for them not to know about it, then

Does that mean this child is from abroad?

Why would such a person be in a civilian's home?

It won't turn into a diplomatic incident, right?

She was a little at a loss for a while.

Regarding her question, the guy behind Karl did not answer directly. Instead, he tugged on the corner of Karl's clothes with his hand, as if asking for his opinion.

My little ancestor, you are quite involved in the drama!

Although he was quite speechless, Carl had no choice but to continue acting.

So he turned his head and comforted her in a low voice.

"Just be honest, it'll be fine."

Seeing Karl's reaction, she spoke.

"Ceryl Lawn."

After briefly saying her name, she immediately shrank back.

Karl could feel her head quietly pressing against his back. If he hadn't known her well, he might have thought that this was a frightened girl.

At the same time, through this name, Karl also learned the clues of this girl who claimed to be a god.

So he opened his mouth to explain.

"This child belongs to my neighbor Mrs. Lawn. Mrs. Lawn didn't come home last night. She was a little scared and came to my place."

Karl's explanation obviously did not satisfy the lady in front of him.

She frowned and thought about something, and then continued to speak for a while.

"Mr. Scott, come and search this room to see if there are any clues."

At this time, a man in his forties or fifties walked in from the door. He was wearing a tweed cloak, a deerstalker hat on his head, and a briar pipe in his mouth.

Needless to say, this Sherlock Holmes-like dress is definitely the private detective hired by this lady.

Seeing the guy coming in, Karl immediately remembered something very important.

The luggage he packed earlier has not been touched since he threw it on the table. How to explain this!

Karl subconsciously looked at his table, only to find that the luggage he had thrown on it had disappeared.

How is this going!

Then he felt the head on his back shaking slightly.

Karl immediately realized that the luggage was collected by this guy.

It turns out that when someone knocked on the door just now, Seliel had already reacted.

Before she was pulled away by Karl, she had already hidden the luggage on the table!

She didn't even notice this action. She had to admit that this guy was really powerful.

Karl thought to himself while still trying to maintain his pretended fearful posture.

After the man named Scott walked in, he conducted a detailed search of the entire room.

This process took about half an hour.

When he finished his work and walked out of Karl's bedroom.

He also gave Karl a thoughtful look before going to report to his employer.

"Madam, there is nothing special in this room. There is only one thing worth paying attention to."

"What is it?"

"There is no money in the house. Even in such a poor family, it is not normal for the family not to have a shilling."

"Um?"

After hearing the detective's words, the girl immediately looked at Karl with suspicion.

"I'm already unemployed and I have all my last money. I just wanted to take this kid to buy something!"

Karl struggled to explain.

"never mind."

After hearing Karl's words, the lady shook her head as if she had given up.

"Very grateful……"

"Bring me only the male and lock him up first, but be careful not to hurt this little lady."

Before Karl could finish his thanks, he was interrupted by the lady's words.

The words of praise I had just prepared were stuck in my throat and I couldn't say them out.

"My Queen, you can't do this!"

Facing the four approaching big men, Karl struggled and shouted, but was immediately gagged.

Before being crushed away by four big men, Karl looked back.

Cyril squatted on the spot with her head lowered, her hands wrapped around herself, and her body kept shaking.

Is this guy holding back his laughter?

Inexplicably, Karl felt that she was crying on the surface, but in fact, the lowered head was laughing so hard because of schadenfreude.


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