Jenkins carried the unconscious Miss Mihail on his back, and quickly returned to the warm manor ground with the other two. During this period, Jenkins also found a note with Hathaway's handwriting in Miss Michael's pocket:
[I'm fine, there's no need to worry about it.]
This discovery really made Jenkins breathe a sigh of relief, but before meeting Hathaway, he still remained apprehensive.
After placing Miss Michael in her bedroom, she was examined by a doctor, one of the suspects, in the presence of Jenkins and Miss Lawrence.
There was no trauma on the body, and the preliminary judgment was fainting caused by fatigue and fright. Since no trace of frostbite was found and her body temperature was normal, she should have slept in a cupboard in the basement for a long time, or had been moved indoors long ago.
"I think she needs a better rest. We should find someone to accompany her here, so that we can provide her with water and food as soon as Miss Mihaile wakes up."
No one knew why Miss Michael, who was missing outside, appeared in the basement of the villa, but it was indeed a cause for celebration that she came back safe and sound.
Jenkins looked at Mrs. Xudela's eyes a little differently. It was impossible to judge whether this woman was good or evil for a while, because judging from what happened just now, it seemed that she led everyone to find Miss Michel.
"But I am indeed the only one here who is the bestower."
He opened his eyes again and looked around, confirming that the only ones nearby who received the aura were himself and chocolate...
"Huh? Where did the aura in my room go?"
His luggage contained some items that were inconvenient to carry on his body, such as the cane, but at this time he could not see the aura of that item. Somewhat panicked, he found an excuse to temporarily leave Miss Michael's bedroom. After returning to his room, he found that the cane and other things were still there, and the aura could only be seen less than a foot away from them.
"What does this mean? Is there something weird about this villa, or is someone holding an item that can cover up the aura, so that the power of the eyes is suppressed?"
Discovering this means that his original inference that the opponent is an ordinary person has been completely overturned. After returning to Ms. Mihail's place, she deliberately approached Mrs. Xu Dela, who was standing silently in the corner, and the doctor, one of the suspects. They were both first-class benefactors.
"interesting."
Since the doctor was by his side, he was the second person to be examined.
This time the housekeeper, the doctor, and Madame Hydra accompanied her, while Miss Lawrence and a trusted maid looked after her in Miss Michael's bedroom. Miss Lawrence was certainly timid, but she also knew that her friend could not live without someone.
"All right."
Seeing this situation, Jenkins picked up the cat standing on his shoulder watching the excitement and put it on the bed. It looked at Jenkins with big innocent eyes.
"I leave this cat to you. It's very alert. It's like I'm here."
Others thought that this was the consolation Jenkins left for Miss Lawrence, but after seeing Jenkins' skills, Miss Lawrence subconsciously regarded the chocolate as the terrifying monsters in the legends.
Cute looks always pay off, and girls are not afraid of chocolate, and even want to hold it in their arms. But being left alone has made the cat a little unhappy, and it is absolutely impossible for people to touch its body.
"I'll be back soon."
Jenkins scratched Chocolate's chin with his hand, and it immediately let out a soft "meow".
Mr. Bray Decker, the doctor, did not have a room on the first floor like the other servants, but on the corner of the third floor, next door to the butler and the broom and mop storage room. The door was facing a somewhat strange oil painting in the corridor. It was the first time Jenkins came here, so it was also the first time he noticed it.
There is no gas pipeline in the villa, and everything is just like before the steam industry. After nightfall, the lighting in the corridor mainly depends on the oil lamps on the wall and the candles in the hands of passers-by, which makes the painting even more strange in the light and shadow. The content of the painting is very simple. It is two men smiling and standing in front of a small building.
But that small building was crooked, the surrounding scenery was depicted in a grotesque thick color, and the men all had crazy smiles on their faces.
"What's the matter with this painting?"
He asked the three people behind him.
Mrs. Xu Dela shook her head silently to express that she didn't know. The housekeeper shrugged and looked at the doctor:
"It's Mr. Dechert's own. It used to hang here as a cheap landscape painting."
"Yes, it's my own, it looks interesting doesn't it?"
The doctor shrugged and said to the crowd.
Jenkins also met someone who liked this crazy and twisted style of painting half a year ago. It was a young art college student, who was later killed by Jenkins on a rainy night. Since then, Jenkins has been on the lookout for anyone with a similar hobby. In this world of truly extraordinary beings, those who are mentally disturbed are often more exposed to the distortions behind the secrets.
"Doctors are weird too."
Not to discriminate against this hobby, in fact everyone may have some weird preferences, such as Jenkins likes to sleep in the living room in winter. But some hobbies often correspond to danger, which must not be forgotten.
The doctor's room didn't contain any weird things like human specimens that Jenkins imagined, it was just an ordinary bedroom with a study.
Of course, the study room has been transformed into a clinic in the villa, where Mr. Decker usually consults.
"Look, I know what you're looking for. In fact, I think it's possible that Mr. Quick was poisoned, but I don't have any poison here. It's just some common medicine."
The bottles and jars had no labels, and neither looked nor smelled strange. None of the people present had the medical knowledge to judge poisons, and they couldn't catch mice for experiments in a short time, so the drugs were sealed up for more careful inspection when the police arrived.
There is also a white portable medicine box in the doctor's room, which contains tools for surgical diagnosis and treatment. The scalpel in it was good enough to be used as a murder weapon, but so far no one has died from the knife wound.
Knowing that doctors are not ordinary people, Jenkins carefully observed everything closely. He found some dim auras under the floor under the bed and above the ceiling, which represented extraordinary materials, but this was very common for first-level benefactors.
"Does the doctor also live here all year round?"
Jenkins asked casually, he wanted to know the opportunity for Mr. Decker to become the benefactor.