Operation Red Book

Chapter 429 The Murderer's Mask

"Did you see that?"

Holmes stood in a corner of Wendy's room, watching coldly as Mrs. Bruce kissed Wendy's forehead.

Wendy hadn't woken up yet. Her face was blue, her lips were pale, and her doll-like pretty face was covered with a thick layer of sweat.

Mrs. Bruce picked up the medicine on the table and fed it into Wendy's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Wendy's eyes were dilated and her eyelashes were like a black butterfly.

She looked very obedient and drank the medicine very obediently, looking like a doll that could be manipulated at will.

"I'm not a pharmacist, but I saw the nuns in the convent brew this medicine."

Jacob stood beside Holmes, with the golden pocket watch floating in the palm of his hand.

“What are the specific effects?”

"They told me they were killing rats."

"They're playing you like a rat."

Holmes rolled his eyes and continued looking at Wendy and Mrs. Bruce.

Wendy drank a few sips of the medicine and soon fell into a deep sleep with her head tilted to one side.

Mrs. Bruce tucked Wendy in gently and kissed her little hand.

Then she stood up, propped up by her thighs, and limped to the window.

Without any hesitation, she opened the window with her right hand and quickly reached out with her left hand...

"Hey! She poured out the rest!"

Jacob said in surprise, but Holmes frowned.

"Destroy it?"

The brown-yellow liquid flowed down the castle's earth wall like a swimming water snake.

After pouring, Mrs. Bruce closed the window. After a pause, she turned around quickly, smiled and kissed Wendy on the forehead.

Then, she did not leave, but looked at her sleeping daughter carefully with tears in her eyes.

Holmes and Jacob moved closer, and heard her whisper in Wendy's ear: "Baby, please forgive mommy's selfishness, please forgive me..."

Then she took the bowl and left Wendy's room.

"It looks quite normal. How can a murderer behave like this?"

Jacob asked in confusion as he watched his wife leave.

“It’s really not like…”

Holmes' brows were already twisted into a knot at this time.

"Temperament, habits, personality, behavior... they are not very similar."

"So what does a real murderer look like?"

"Hmm...exquisite disguise, absolute calmness...those murderers have confidence, meticulous minds, and sharp judgment beyond ordinary people."

"They are calm, composed, and not panicked. Sometimes, even if you put all the evidence in front of them, they will still make up their own stories in an attempt to impress others and themselves."

"This type of people wear a thick mask all year round, on which is a face that they have carefully modified."

"I have been wearing the mask on my face for years, and it has long been integrated with my body, but..."

Holmes calmly said, his head heavy.

"After all, your face is grown from your own body. The bad seed you were born with was planted in your DNA when you were in the womb."

Wendy's breathing was even, soft as yarn and fragile as butterfly wings.

"God bless her, poor child, she must be terrified at such a great change in the family."

"Let's pray for her together..."

Jacob took out the Bible from his arms, but Holmes pushed it back.

"There's no time left. Take that medal away. Let's pray for the other child first."

"Okay... But I still want to confirm one thing."

"Please say."

"There's a difference between a rat killer and a murderer, right?"

"Killing a rat is certainly different from killing a person."

"So do you think Mrs. Bruce is a rat killer?"

"Take the medal and let's go."

Meanwhile, in another room of the castle, Ivy was walking back and forth in front of Christine.

Joshua stood beside Christine, wondering what he was thinking.

Opposite the three children, Marquis Sebastian sat steadily on a stool, looking helpless and amused.

He came out of the closet 5 minutes ago, when Ivy was still asking Christine some questions about Little Ben.

"What's his usual personality like?"

"Does he often get into conflicts with others?"

"Do the men in your family beat the women?"

"Has there ever been a man choking a woman in front of him?"

Christine was very angry. According to her point of view, they were royal nobles and hereditary earls, and what Ivy said would never be allowed.

Not to mention Xiao Ben, even the three big wolfhounds raised by his brother have been instilled with sufficient education and etiquette since childhood. They always sit upright and eat slowly when dining.

"Student Ivy, you have seen Xiao Ben in person. You even had contact with him for a period of time. Although it was not long, you must be able to feel it!"

"Yeah, Xiaoben is a cute and obedient little boy. How could he do such a thing? I really can't imagine it..."

"What behavior?"

"Your brother lost the game and got angry and choked the little girl." Joshua blurted out everything in one go.

"What nonsense! I would never do such a rude thing!"

"You weren't there, how do you know?"

"You weren't there either, how did you know?"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing..."

Ivy stopped the two blushing people, looking tired.

"There was a ghost floating behind them at the time. That ghost told us."

"Oh my God! You must let such a ridiculous person be taken away by the devil after death..."

"Without any evidence, no one can say for sure whether the little boy was a demon who liked to strangle others behind their backs."

"Joshua, stop talking!"

Ivy pushed Joshua, but he turned around and looked at her and burst into tears.

"Wow, Ivy, I... when I was a little boy, I was strangled by those hateful peers because... because I swung on their swings in the park... wuwuwuwuwu..."

“Ahhh… you, you… are so pitiful…”

Another of Joshua’s countless tragic stories of school bullying…

Ivy touched Joshua's messy hair lovingly and began to comfort him for some unknown reason.

It was also at this time that Marquis Sebastian came out.