webnovelvip Chapter 169
Chapter 169
dong dong dong.
"Please come in."
Eric changed into a clean snow-white pastor robe. At this time, he was sitting quietly at the desk by the window, his sky-blue eyes focused on flipping through the classics of the church, and gently circled the mark with a quill.His golden-brown hair was ironed out in smooth arcs, and the sun shrouded his body in an increasingly sacred and indifferent gleam, which made no one dare to offend.
"Dear Father Eric, Detective Harlan asked me to deliver a message to you."
The servant lowered his head, not daring to offend in the slightest.
"whats the matter?"
The priest by the window put down his quill.
"Mr. Harlan has urgent matters, so he can only leave first. He said that he will discuss with you next time about Mrs. Frank."
"I understand."
The man nodded, and closed the book he had just flipped through. The exquisite and small pure gold olive leaf bookmark only exposed a leaf stalk.
"Excuse me, Father Eric! Thank you for listening." The servant stepped back and left respectfully.
Now that there is no delay, we can start early today.
Eric packed his luggage slowly. If the careless maid hadn't soaked all his spare priest robes a few days ago, he wouldn't have stayed in Frank Manor for so long.
It's time to go to the capital.
castle, study.
After being frightened away by the pastor and the detective at the door of the attic, Dalton went straight back to the study, completely devoid of entertaining the guests.
He shirked his illness and asked the manager to go fishing with the guests, while he kept looking for the key to the attic in the study. The study, which was always clean, became messy, which was incredible.
"Where! Where! My key, my purest and most beautiful lover..."
Dalton murmured in a low voice as if obsessed, and searched all the corners of the study but still found nothing. The kind of beauty that was so close to him but could not touch a single bit of pain almost made him lose his mind.
"My dear Dalton, what's the matter with you?"
Quintina changed into a maid outfit with brighter colors. She held a plate of desserts and pushed open the door of the study as usual, as unabashedly as the mistress of the family.
"Oh, your clothes... poor Dalton!"
Seeing the man sitting on the chair continue to lower his head and ignore her, Quintina thought it was another new way of playing and stuck to it. The first thing she saw was the clothes on the man's arms that were scratched by stones.
The maid's fiery kiss landed on the damaged part of the man's clothes without warning, and as expected, it soon became another hearty soul blending movement.
however.
"Go away! Damn it, who allowed you to approach me?!"
Dalton, who was already irritated, pushed away the maid in disgust. The smell of cheap powder, dull skin, vulgar face, shameless copulation, and shameful slavery—he had almost messed around with such a woman. two months!And completely ignored his poor and lovely wife!
If Quentina knew what he was thinking, she would definitely ridicule: I haven’t been close to my wife for several years, and now I regret it, but I’m the woman who has only been intimate with you for more than a month? !It sounds like a laugh out loud!
It's a pity that Quentina didn't know that, she was pushed hard by the man without reservation, and she lost her center of gravity immediately, and she fell back crookedly, her charming and charming features were almost deformed in horror.
Her outstretched hand was flailing wildly in the air, trying to grab something—bang!
She grabbed a glass ornament on the desk and quickly fell to the ground together. The broken glass cut a wound smaller than a strand of hair in her palm.
A yellow copper-skinned iron key fell out with a clang.
"It's actually here!"
Before Dalton could get angry, he grabbed the key in surprise and didn't give Quintina the slightest look—it turned out that my father put the key in here. It seems that my father had no intention of letting my wife leave the attic alive...
But, God favors!I still found the key!The next step, is to clean up...
"I-I'm bleeding! Gotta go to the doctor, it's too bad to have a scar."
Quintina sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the man, and recognized with shock and fear that the attic was engraved on the handle of the key—no way!Damn Dalton got tired of me and turned to that attic maniac? !
She pretended to be pampered in front of men in the past, and quickly left the study with a swaying figure.
In the corridor, the face of the maid kept changing—no, I can't let a lunatic take Dalton away!That is my hope to change my destiny.I almost managed to get Dalton to marry me this morning!
Across the door, it was impossible for Dalton to have intimate contact with the lunatic.As long as that crazy woman is dead... it will never affect Dalton again!
At that time, the only one who can stand by his side, Mrs. Frank, the justifiable aristocrat, is me!
Quintina turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Not long after, the woman ran briskly to the door of the attic with a small can of black oil in her arms.Through the gap in the stone door, she was sure that the lunatic was sleeping soundly in the bed.
Quintina rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the small jar and stretched it in through the gap, turned it over and shook it slightly, and the black oil was sprinkled everywhere behind the door.
May you rest in peace!
A lighted inch-long candle wick fell lightly.
boom!
Quintina could almost hear the terrifying roar of the suddenly violent fire.The blazing flame almost burned her face through the gap in the stone door, and her cheeks were flushed from the excessive heat.
The woman left quickly, and quietly put the jar back into the kitchen, thinking she hadn't noticed.It's just that after she left, the servants in the kitchen winked and laughed -- how intense it was just now!Quintina blushed as if she had been burned!
The nearest vegetable cleaner said that he even smelled the burnt smell on her body!
The people in the kitchen were even more fanciful, guessing what kind of trick the nobleman was playing.
The fire in the attic was discovered very quickly, especially the guests who were fishing by the lake. They saw the attic at the top of the castle turn red at a glance. Some guests with bad eyes thought that the castle wanted to change the outer wall of a different color.
Many servants came and went carrying basins and barrels to fetch water from the lake, and then rushed to the attic to fight the fire.
Dalton could barely stand outside the stone gate, his face was gray and black.After hearing the news that the attic was on fire, he ran here on hands and feet, and opened the iron lock with the key he just got.
The servants pushed open the stone door—the fire inside was too great, and the stone door was only pushed half a person's width away, and the scorching tongues of flames frightened the servants to continue pushing.
Fortunately, the area of the attic is not large. With the continuous efforts of basins of water and the passage of time, the fire was extinguished.
The billowing black smoke split into two: leave through the window, and flee through the stone gate.
The people gathered outside the attic were so coughed that they could barely keep their eyes open. Only Dalton ran into the attic first, calling Mrs. Frank in a panic, trying to get the slightest response, completely abandoning the noble face and The cleanliness of the past.
However, everyone knew that no mortal could really survive the fierce fire just now—unless Mrs. Frank was the incarnation of the devil!
why!
Why didn't I come earlier?Why didn't I find the key sooner?
Dalton almost vomited blood in pain. He picked up a strange surviving strand of seaweed-like hair from the ruins, and prayed devoutly in his arms.
"How could there be a fire here?!"
"Where are the people in the attic?!"
Perry, who had just returned from his work, yelled out of his mind. He rushed into the attic, punched Dalton down angrily, and was then surrounded by servants to arrest him.
Yes, why is there a fire?
Dalton woke up like a dream, and looked outside the door for help to Harlan, who had always been known as a detective.
Harlan used a wet towel to wipe off the gray and black stains he had stained when he helped put out the fire just now, and he also had murderous intentions for the person who set the fire in his heart:
If he hadn't acted quickly and rescued the beauty in advance, wouldn't the beauty be buried in the sea of fire today? !Who in the end has a deep hatred for the beauty?
Fortunately, Vic and the others have already left this dangerous manor with the beauty and luggage, and headed for the capital.
If Harlan didn't want to stay and find out who set the fire, and eliminate the potential unrest, he would never be willing to part with the beauty.
"I'll take a look."
Harlan walked into the attic cautiously, and keenly noticed a suspicious stain on the back of the stone door - when he and his friends set up the illusion in the morning, the stone door was still clean.
Wipe the white glove, put it under the nose and sniff lightly——
"black oil!"
"Someone set fire with black oil."
The aristocrats who come out to play will naturally not bring this kind of thing. Black oil is something that servants cook and eat by themselves. It is usually mixed with various sundries and plays the role of seasoning. No one on the market sell.
This narrowed the suspicion of arson to the castle kitchen.
Based on the principle that criminals often return to the scene of the crime, Harlan stopped everyone outside the attic from moving around, including several servants on the stone steps.
……
Soon, Quentina was picked out: there was a smell of black oil in her palm; she did not participate in the firefighting, but her cheeks were flushed after the fire; she entered the kitchen twice before the incident; a servant testified that she took away the black oil jar; the fresh fingerprints on the oil jar were exactly the same as hers...
The murder was improvised, and the evidence is as numerous as the stars in the sky!
Quintina gritted her teeth and pleaded not guilty, but Dalton, who was familiar with her, already understood from the woman's panicked eyes and subconsciously twitching knuckles that she set the fire.
He didn't even have to ask, he knew why this vile, shameful, vicious woman set the fire!
Because of himself, because of Mrs. Frank's identity, because of his obvious rejection and affection for the beauty in the attic...
"Fire! Drag her out and burn her!"
After finishing speaking, Dalton finally couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, and fell down straight, angry like a gossamer.
Harlan didn't get involved in the rest of the matter.Before he left, he kindly poured some diesel for the fire on the sinner who was tied to the firewood pile. The servant in charge of lighting the fire stood motionless by the side, quietly waiting for the moonlight:
When the moon rises, it is time for sin to be judged.
At that time, Harlan had already caught up with the beauties and brothers who had left, telling his reasoning vividly, and his love and hatred with the people in Frank's Manor—an embellished version especially aimed at Dalton's character.
Of course, at the end there was Father Eric who gave the eulogy for poor Mrs. Frank.
At this point, Qiao Yu completely let go of everything in the past, and all the obscure memories faded into phantom bubbles, which would no longer affect his mood in the slightest.