Until the night rested, there was no new development in the murder investigation. Everyone searched carefully the room where the doctor was imprisoned again, but they couldn't find the guessed secret passage. Jenkins even tried to tear down all but the load-bearing walls, but was immediately stopped by the housekeeper:
"Mr. Williams, we can't destroy the scene. After the police gentlemen come, we will rely on this to avenge the dead."
What the butler said made sense, which also dispelled Jenkins' manic thoughts.
He suddenly felt that his current mood was very wrong, because the normal Jenkins was definitely a calm person.
"Did I lose my sense of normalcy because I lost the convenience of the Eye of Truth? Or am I overly worried about Hathaway and Miss Michel?"
He couldn't find a suitable reason.
For safety, the room where everyone slept was reassigned. Among them, the workers who take care of the boiler in the cottage outside the manor will rest with the stubborn key keeper. People want this old man to stay in the villa, but he refuses:
"Do you know what you are talking about? I have worked here for nearly thirty years, and I have never lived in the villa once! Isn't he just a cowardly murderer? If he dares to appear in front of me, I must Use this gun to let him know how powerful I am!"
As he spoke, he waved the old-fashioned shotgun in his hand. The butler on the side immediately backed away, for fear that the old man might mistakenly touch the trigger because of excitement.
The servants living on the first floor of the manor originally shared a bedroom with multiple people, while the guests on the second and third floors all moved to the second floor, and then re-selected their roommates.
The window of Miss Michael's bedroom was broken, so she was uninhabitable, and she was unwilling to be separated from Hathaway, so the two lived in the same room. So Miss Lawrence had to move to Miss Rick's bedroom, although she thought it was safest for four of them to live together.
Jenkins was supposed to move in with Garcia and share a room across from the girls' room. But Chocolate would never be willing to sleep in a room with strangers. Before it tried to use its power to kill Alan Garcia, Garcia decided to move to the first floor to live with the servants as if blessed by the gods.
"Isn't it safer this way? And it's closer to the kitchen. I have a habit of eating late at night. Maybe at midnight, I can go out for a walk, and I may meet equally boring people."
As he spoke, he nodded to Miss Rick, who blushed and did not respond.
Hathaway showed a meaningful expression.
But in any case, the problem of sleeping was solved, and the people in the villa soon fell asleep amidst various complicated emotions.
There is no moonlight on a snowy night, and dark clouds hang over the earth. What awaits them is by no means a peaceful night.
Jenkins didn't go to bed immediately after washing up. He wanted to read another chapter of "Investigator's Notebook", which was deeply attracted by this interesting semi-biographical novel.
In the room, only the oil lamp was still on by the bedside, and there were hot tea and some snacks beside it. The crackling sound when the pages of the book were turned became the best lullaby. Originally, I wanted to share some chocolates for dessert from Jenkins, but soon I couldn't open my eyes and fell asleep.
Jenkins noticed the cat's even breathing, and carefully pulled a small blanket from the side to cover it. Chocolate looks really cute most of the time, and the lesser time is bath time and meal time.
Licking the index finger of his right hand with his tongue, he turned the book to the next page again. It was ten forty at night, and Jenkins decided to read two more pages before going to sleep. He snorted softly, twisted his neck to find a more comfortable position, and felt that the fatigue of the day had disappeared because of this short rest.
"Hopefully Blizzard will stop tomorrow."
He looked out the window and thought, then closed the book, and glanced at the sleeping cat next to the pillow, then turned off the light and got under the quilt.
(Chocolate dreaming... )
"Jenkins! Jenkins! Wake up!"
Hearing a woman calling him in a daze, Jenkins was taken aback, not expecting to sleep so deeply.
Opening her eyes and looking forward, Miss Michel was half lying on the side of the bed calling herself, her face full of panic. She was wearing a printed beige pajamas, and her long blond hair, untied, fell over Jenkins' face as the woman leaned over.
The two buttons on the top of the pajamas were not fastened, and Jenkins glanced down inadvertently, and actually looked at the naked body through the collar. His face immediately turned red, he struggled to get up from the bed, and turned his head to look out the window.
The curtains were still drawn, and no light could be seen. Reaching out to pick up the lady's pocket watch, it's only three o'clock in the morning.
"Miss Michael, what's the matter?"
While asking, he stretched his head to look behind her. At this time, the door was wide open, and there was no one in the dark corridor.
"Why did you come alone? Although our rooms are very close, I said, don't act alone."
"Oh, Jenkins, I'm so scared."
She suddenly reached out and hugged Jenkins, and her fiery//body was attached to the man's body. Jenkins took a deep breath, smelling the scent of flowers in her hair. It was the scent of the bath soap that the servants of the manor had prepared for the girls, and Hathaway had it in her fiery red hair.
"Something is wrong."
During the few days of the trip, Miss Michael has been using the bottle of perfume that Jenkins gave him at the end of the year. Although the smell of that bottle of perfume is very light, it can unexpectedly cover up the smell of any other spices, and Hathaway also likes that smell very much.
But at this time, Jenkins could not smell any perfume.
Although his body reacted honestly, he still maintained his sanity. Gently pushing Miss Michel away, the other party showed a pitiful expression like a small animal, and tears seemed to glisten in his eyes.
"Um?"
The feeling that something was wrong became more and more intense, and he looked down at Chocolate again, it was still sleeping soundly under the blanket.
"I understand, this is a dream, someone is manipulating my dream."
He sighed softly.
The dreamer was unprofessional, and the perfume was a loophole, but it was the cat's performance that convinced Jenkins the most. The cat usually sleeps more alertly than Jenkins, and often wanders around at night for various incomprehensible reasons.
Sometimes Jenkins would wake up in a dream, startled by the glowing chocolate eyes. It's not normal for it to sleep so soundly at this time. Even if Jenkins can't hear someone opening the door, it's impossible for Chocolate to hear it.
"Who are you?"
He asked the woman, or creature of indeterminate sex, before him.