Chapter 238 Melanie’s Narration

Melanie stabilized the fake professional smile on her face and slowly pushed open the heavy door.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Winfrey Morgan, still wearing a white coat, sitting at the simple desk, holding a pair of petite gardening shears to trim the green plants on the table, cutting off those excess leaves.

But the appearance of this decorative potted plant is particularly eye-catching. At first glance, it seems to be a pine bonsai spread from the far east. The body of the pot is crystal clear like ice jade, and the bark is as gray and black as ancient iron and cracked into scales. The thick spreading branches give rise to crown-like dark green needles.

But at the top of the dark green needles, there are actually special flowers blooming like milk thistles. The oval-shaped flower base grows strangely white flowers, like fluffy tentacles, which are growing with the temperature. Fleiss trembled as he cut, as if he was afraid of the sharp scissors.

Winfreth did not stop what he was doing. He was still carefully cutting off the uncoordinated flowers on the corolla. Those wildly growing milky white flowers broke with a crisp and thin sound and fell into the dark red soil in the basin. .

After the broken little flower fell, it was still struggling and trembling, as if it wanted to twist its slender body to take root in the soil again and continue to grow, but it was crushed mercilessly by the fingers that fell from the sky. The wailing screams that directly exploded in the minds of mortals... were like babies crying.

Melanie suddenly shivered, goosebumps broke out on the skin of her arms, and cold sweat seeped out from her back.

"How naughty."

Winfreth put down the small gardening shears and raised the fingers that had just crushed the florets. The fingertips were covered with a viscous liquid like milk, but under the light of the lamp, they seemed to be flowing as bright red as blood.

He put his fingers that were still stained with dark red earth crumbs and milky white flower liquid into his mouth, as if sucking the remnants of his fingertips, and then said slowly: "Flowers that are disobedient and force their way out should be cut off as soon as possible. So as not to affect the beauty of the entire bonsai——"

He suddenly paused and turned to look at the stationary subordinate of the lampman. The lenses of his gold glasses seemed to flash with a strange light, "Melanie, are you right?"

Hearing this obvious temptation, Melanie almost lost control and knelt down, spitting out all her secrets without reservation.

But perhaps because of her experience in the battle at the Cowell Hotel, her mental endurance became much tougher, and she was able to withstand this fatal sense of oppression.

Facing this solemn atmosphere that was almost as thick as a swamp, Melanie just smiled slightly and said:

"This subordinate has never been exposed to the knowledge of gardening... However, I think as long as it is what you, the leader, say, it must be right!"

"Melanie will firmly uphold all decisions made by you, the leader!"

"Melanie will always follow your instructions unswervingly!"

"So whether these flowers are disobedient or disunited...if you cut them off, you must have your reasons...Since you, the leader, want the flowers to fall, the flowers should fall on their own initiative and must not continue to grow! "

Melanie said categorically, her eyes flashing with familiar enthusiasm, which was the admiration and admiration for the noble leader Winfrey Morgan.

"Hahaha, Melanie, where did you go? I was just discussing gardening with you."

Winfrey seemed to be very satisfied with this series of flattery. He came over and gave the lady who had been following him for a long time a big hug.

"Thank you for your hard work, Melanie."

Melanie's originally stiff body seemed to soften due to this kind hug... It seemed that he hadn't noticed anything unusual about me yet.

However, she didn't notice at all that behind her invisible head, Winfrey Morgan's smiling face had fallen, and the lines at the corners of her eyes were slightly wrinkled, as if there was a sinister look.

The stern expression of the bird of prey disappeared in an instant, and Winfreth returned to his friendly smile. After he released the hug, he immediately pulled the seat next to him and placed it in front of the lantern man, like a sincere A good boss who cares about his subordinates.

"Come on, please sit down first and let's talk slowly."

Melanie then took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the only chair in the dean's room, but her waist was as straight as a steel gun and she did not dare to relax at all.

Winfrey returned to the leather chair behind his desk and sat down. He opened the documents on the table and said, "Nello has just given me a preliminary report on the gains and losses of your mission."

"But it is said that you and John Watson were covered in scars and blood when you first came back, so I asked him to take you to heal your injuries first. After your injuries are almost recovered, I will come to listen to your detailed report on this mission. "

He continued to flip through the documents, seeming to be looking for records about the Gowell Hotel and his party, "Well... a total of eight comrades were dispatched to the Gowell Hotel this time, and they set off in two groups. According to what you passed back at the time, The content of the second communication records that Comrade Khalsa was suddenly attacked and killed by an unknown person, right?”

Melanie sat upright and replied: "Yes."

"We adopted a strategy of splitting up during the day. I originally thought that this would improve the efficiency of our search of the library. I made an agreement with Brother Lido, Brother Khalsa and Brother John to go to Ilkes every night late at night. We gathered at an empty house in Mouth Town to share the gains and insights from the day’s operations.”

She didn't hesitate too much, nor did she show any look of reminiscing and thinking. The lampman's memory was far superior to that of ordinary people, and she could recall past events without thinking.

"However, it was the second late-night gathering, and we discovered that the Khalsa cult member had not appeared for a long time, and we began to speculate whether he had encountered misfortune. So that night we immediately acted as a group, trying to go to a place far away from the town to meet with the cult members. Communicate with the regiment headquarters.”

"But on the way along the coast, Brother John suddenly reminded us that there was a rich and sweet smell of blood coming from a dry forest in front of us. He suspected that the smell of blood came from the Khalsa Brothers, so we So I decided to go and find out.”

"Then we found the bones of a Khalsa believer in the forest, because the bones had been completely eaten by the birds and mice that came from the cup, but according to the shape of the skeleton and the remains of From the sect’s standard firearms at the scene, we can determine that the skeleton is that of a Khalsa cult member.”

"Based on my subsequent on-site investigation and the auxiliary judgment of Brother John, we believe that there should be two unknown persons working together to ambush the Khalsa Brother - we also reflected this information in the communication that night."

Winfreth nodded slightly, tapped the document with his fingertips, and then continued to ask: "You said that John also participated in assisting in the judgment, so was there any major deviation between his inference results and yours at that time?"

"There is indeed a slight deviation between Brother John's inference and mine, but the final result is consistent with our inferences, except for the inference of the process of Brother Khalsa's ambush that is slightly different... According to Brother John's original words He said that he believed that my inference was 70% consistent with reality.”

"So Khalsa was ambushed by two people. This result was deduced by the joint efforts of the two of you? Can the subsequent experience prove the identity of these two people?"

"Yes, based on my subsequent inference, the two people who ambushed the Khalsa believers are most likely Sebastian, the young man from the Gowell Hotel, and his butler Faris - the body of Faris has been When he was brought back, Sebastian fell off the cliff and was shattered to pieces."

"Are you sure this person is really broken into pieces?"

When Melanie heard this question, she was suddenly stunned... She searched the memory in her head with some unconfidence. She only felt that the memory about this part seemed a bit fuzzy and it took a lot of effort to recall... But why? In this way, I clearly witnessed the other person's forehead being opened and then falling into the sea. Didn't I continue to follow him to make sure nothing was missed?

Could it be that there is something wrong with my memory? !