Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 408 - 408 Two hundred sixty-five

408: Two hundred sixty-five.

Faded humanity 408: Two hundred sixty-five.

Faded humanity Lu Li halted his steps, ready to ride the carriage away from the Baron’s Mansion.

A hazy halo spread from the streetlamp on the path, Lu Li stood under an umbrella, the heavy rain “pattering” against it as his gaze fell upon a black silhouette standing amongst withered bushes.

She should have been standing in front of the blooming “flower garden” at this moment.

Why was the plot still continuing?

“Sara” resting did not equate to the end of the chapter—Lu Li suddenly realized they had missed a very crucial content.

Everyone was blinded by the initial information.

Lu Li pondered, waiting for Sara to continue speaking.

[“Is there something you need, Miss?” Lu Li asked curiously.

“Are you going out?” Sara noticed the servant Lu Li’s attire and also found it strange that he was holding an umbrella.]

“Yes,” Lu Li answered briefly.

[“Could you accompany me for a chat?” Sara brushed aside the hair by her earlobe and spoke with a lonesome expression.]

“No,” Lu Li directly refused.

[“…No.” The servant Lu Li briskly refused Sara, his gaze upon Sara like that of a jailor viewing a prisoner—Sara guessed something, a flash of resentment crossed her delicate cheeks, she put on a regretfully lost expression and said, “Alright, you’re busy then.

Good night.”]

[“Good night, Miss Sara,” the servant bowed and said, turning to leave.]

Lu Li did as The Shadow of Puppetry had arranged.

[Watching the servant Lu Li walk away, Sara sighed in a voice low enough for him to hear, “I thought you cared about Aileen…” The retreating footsteps halted.

“What’s wrong with her?” the servant Lu Li turned his head and asked.]

The Shadow of Puppetry was forcibly using the story to keep Lu Li there.

“What’s wrong with her?” Unable to resist The Shadow of Puppetry, Lu Li did as commanded, stopping in his tracks.

[A smirk laced with mockery briefly emerged on Sara’s lips, then quickly disappeared as if nothing had happened, she hesitantly said, “Aileen is my good friend, I shouldn’t tell you…

but I can tell, you like Aileen, don’t you?”]

“Yes.”

[“Then do you know the truth?” Sara asked, having received his answer.]

[“What truth?”]

[Sara bowed her head, her eyes hidden under long eyelashes, “Aileen has been…

involved with the butler and the other male servants.”]

[“Trone the butler?” the servant Lu Li exclaimed, the image of that fat, porky figure flashing through his mind.

He instinctively wanted to object, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

The misstress had no need to deceive him, what she said was the truth…]

[The servant Lu Li fell into silence, his slightly trembling body and tightly clenched fists silently conveyed the tumultuous waves in his heart.]

Lu Li couldn’t express such profound emotional turmoil, he could only clench his fists, performing an act that any drama actor would frown upon.

It was enough to cope with The Shadow of Puppetry.

[Feeling the servant Lu Li’s anger, Sara added fuel to the flames, “She knows you like her, but you are a servant of even lower status than hers, she looks down on you…

I’m sorry, Lu Li.” Sara lifted her head, the pity and sympathy in her bright eyes were more than any man could bear.

This was a woman who knew how to use her bodily advantages, having witnessed the death of the person she loved, she transformed overnight from a noble lady into a terrifying sight.]

[In a daze, her elegant dress and fair skin shattered like a glass bottle, revealing a devil laughing cruelly, clad in human flesh.]

“Did she say this?” Lu Li asked with a slightly hoarse, nasal voice.

“Yes, that’s what she told me,” Sara exclaimed deliberately as she watched the prey step into the trap.

“Was it the butler and those servants who coerced her into it…?” Clinging to the last shred of hope, although Sara had already said that Aileen did not fancy him, Lu Li still asked, grasping at straws like a drowning person.

“Aileen did it willingly,” Sara said as she gently released her grip on the other end of the straw.

Thump—drip, drip—drops of blood fell from Lu Li’s clenched fist, staining the fresh grass blades with a striking red.

“Do you hate her?” Sara asked softly; Lu Li did not answer.

She realized the timing was right and said, “I’m sorry…

Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that.

You can go now.” Without bidding Sara farewell, Lu Li turned around in a daze.

“Wait a moment, take the shovel to the gardener,” Sara called out to Lu Li, pointing toward the shovel stuck in the soil at the edge of the flowerbed in front of her.

Once Lu Li picked up the shovel, she added as if kindly, “Aileen might be in the butler’s bedroom by now, and the butler is with your father.

If you want to talk to her, you can go there now.”

Sara, having laid the trap, began her final arrangement: she enticed Lu Li to kill the Baron.

Lu Li walked up to Sara, picked up the shovel, and turned to leave.

With Lu Li’s back unprotected before her, Sara took out scissors hidden up her sleeve, raised them high—and cut through the roots and stems of the blooming flowers in the garden.

…

“How could that woman be so vicious!” the Baron exclaimed, sitting up abruptly inside the ornate, gold-threaded sofa; his blanket slipped from his shoulders.

The butler silently covered the Baron with the blanket again.

The fireplace in the hall emitted a warm glow.

“You should have realized this after she had killed two Exorcists,” Vinson said with a snickering laugh.

“A person who witnesses their loved one’s death can easily change,” Petra commented, glancing at Lu Li who returned, holding the shovel.

“What next?

How did you escape the plot?

Or did you just come to kill Baron Joseph?”

A gasp came from the Head Maid; Petra’s words caused the butler Lulu to shield the Baron, pulling her behind him—only to be pulled away by the Baron, who, with a sharp gaze, said to Lu Li, “Come on, to die at the hands of one’s beloved, I, Baron Joseph, would have a tragic love story worthy of being sung by bards.”

“No,” Lu Li said as he handed the shovel to the cautious, approaching Head Maid.

The Head Maid hesitated for a moment and stepped back to the sofa with the shovel.

“Expressing my inner thoughts myself turns the plot into one where I back down, no longer impulsive,” he added.

“It’s also possible you’re deceiving us, waiting for a chance to kill Baron Joseph when no one is paying attention,” Vinson chuckled from a corner.

“Mr.

Vinson,” the butler Lulu said with a frown.

He shrugged and stopped the sarcasm.

“You would hear its voice if that were the case,” Lu Li responded calmly.

The fact was that the cryptic, ancient sound did not rise in the ears of those in the hall.

“Let’s return to the matter at hand,” Petra clapped her hands to draw everyone’s attention.