Chapter 74 Boss Luo’s Glass Slippers

"Did you kill these people? Your hands and feet are very nimble. It seems that you have done this a lot."

Hearing this, Mr. Asaches almost pushed the guy in front of him onto the sofa, and then choked him.

Ludick, this guy who grew up with me as a child, has a different life path when he grows up.

"Don't make trouble, I have more important things to tell you."

The principal of the campus had just arrived at [Rose Mansion]... Originally, according to his schedule, after leaving the orphanage, he should have returned to [Free City Academy], and then he got a call from Asaches. come over.

It uses the kind of "If you don't come, you will regret it, hum!" ]...Such a tone.

The principal of the campus actually came because he felt that the last word "hum" in Asaches was really spiritual and his heart was touched.

Mr. Asaches directly pulled Ludik into a side hall.

"Mr. Livar, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Miss Cleary." Livar sat down, looked at Cleary and then suddenly said: "It seems that you are not going to agree to the campus principal's suggestion, right?"

"How do you know..." the maid asked in surprise.

Livar said calmly: "If you agree, your expression will not look so relaxed. You should be more nervous."

Clary subconsciously touched her cheek... This kind of thing can also be seen through the expression.

"It's fine if you don't agree." Livar shook his head, "Just pretend that this thing never happened and let it rot in your stomach. It's good for everyone."

Clary hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "But...will the campus principal blame me?"

"He doesn't have only one choice." Livar said casually: "Of course, if you can agree, he will naturally have two candidates, which will be safer."

Clary couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The world of adults is really complicated."

"The world of adults is not complicated." Livar said: "The world of adults is just more straightforward... By the way, the residents of the mansion are gone."

Clary couldn't help showing a troubled look, and sighed: "How should I put it... In short, we are not in a position to ask about the whereabouts of the residents."

Boss Asaches has actually been adhering to a basic rule.

He runs a hotel, where guests check in when they arrive and check out when guests want to leave... He does not take the initiative to gossip about the guests' whereabouts, let alone where they go during the day.

He would just keep turning on the lights in the lobby of the mansion, and there would always be someone there, either Clary or himself, waiting to open the door.

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It took about twenty minutes for Mr. Asaches and the principal to walk out of the room.

The principal looked the same as when he entered, except for Mr. Azashes who rolled his eyes.

"Livar, call a few people over and take care of these bodies." The campus principal said directly at this moment.

By the way, I’m using the Zhuishu app recently. [app ] caches books for reading and reading aloud offline!

What surprised Clary was that Mr. Levar didn't even hesitate for such an order and immediately called. This is a corpse, not a debris.

Only Mr. Asaches frowned and asked: "Deal it? How do you plan to deal with it?"

The campus principal said calmly: "Since you came to me to deal with this matter, you shouldn't ask me how to deal with it. Otherwise, you can only find someone else, poor Asaches."

Boss Asaxes felt that when this guy came in, he should have been the one to hold him down and choke him.

Soon, a car...an ambulance came outside the mansion. Several guys in full protective suits got out of the car. They directly carried the bodies of Fache and others up and left quickly. Not even five minutes before and after.

Asaches glanced at the sign on the ambulance and knew where Ludik was going to move the body.

The hospital... and it's a hospital owned by Ludick's family. Maybe it's a morgue.

"I've never been here."

"I haven't seen you either."

When bidding farewell, Mr. Asaches and Ludik spoke to each other in a tacit understanding.

"Clary, look after the house. I have something to do and I have to go out." After a while, Asaches said to the maid in the mansion: "If something dangerous happens, don't hesitate and go directly to the house." Run to Miss Youye's room."

"ah?"

"I don't know if she can do it without saving her." Mr. Azashes said seriously at this time: "But if she is disturbed, I think she will probably react... Well, you You can even say, [Someone is speaking ill of Mr. Luo, Miss Youye]... like this."

"I...I think the person who will be beaten to death, can it be me?"

Mr. Azashes went out anyway.

The little maid in the mansion nervously grabbed the broom, squatted at the counter in the lobby, and kept looking at the room above Miss Youye.

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"Welcome, how can I help you... Huh? Are you not the same person as yesterday?"

In the ready-made clothing store, Miss Asman, the tailor who was arranging clothes with a steam iron, heard the noise. When she turned around, she saw the customer who only bought one button yesterday.

"I'm disturbing you again, Miss Asman." Boss Luo said with a slight smile.

Miss Assman was startled, then hurriedly put down the iron, wiped her hands on her waist, and then said: "No need to bother... may I help you?"

I saw Boss Luo take out a camera at this time, smiled and said: "That's it, I actually came to [Free City] as a traveler this time, and I want to take a group of photos about [Free City] 】Photos of humanities and customs. I hope, Miss Asman, you can let me visit some of your shops and studios... As an old shop that is more than a hundred years old, there must be many things preserved here that bear witness to the history of the [Free City]."

"Ah?" There were many people looking for her to make clothes, and there were even some people who wanted to pursue her... But this was the first time she met someone who wanted to visit and shoot, so she couldn't help but hesitate, "Sir, are you? That kind of...travel journalist kind of profession?"

"Absolutely." Boss Luo said, "I do have the habit of recording interesting things I see on the road... Will it be embarrassing?"

Miss Asman thought for a while and shook her head, "That's not the case. The order for the Holy Maiden Ceremony has almost been delivered. I do have some free time at the moment... Come with me."

"Don't worry, I want to start with the store first." Boss Luo said: "The decoration here has been the same as before."

"Yes, except for the exterior facade that has been renovated several times, most of the decoration and furniture inside the store have not changed much except for maintenance... At least, it has been like this since my father took over. Looks like it."

I saw Boss Luo constantly fiddling with the camera in his hand, looking very professional.

An old photographer... Miss Asman suddenly had such an idea.

"It's ready here. Can you go inside and visit?"

"Oh...Okay, okay, please come this way."

This was the first time this kind of thing had happened to her, and Miss Asman still couldn't react... Logically speaking, she should have refused, but why did she agree so quickly and so naturally?

With this doubt in her heart, Miss Asman welcomed Boss Luo into the inner part of the clothing store.

The store, living room, and studio...here directly constitutes the entire life of Miss Asman.

In the studio, Ms. Assman is introducing tools that have basically been eliminated by the times. Each piece is quite old. Although it is old, it is well maintained.

It is an exceptionally clean studio, exuding a delicate touch unique to women.

"By the way, I remembered something." Miss Asman suddenly said at this time.

Boss Luo gave him a look that asked him to continue.

After a slight hesitation, Miss Asman silently pulled out a thick photo album from the bookshelf nearby, "There is a photo that I want you to see... Maybe you can also answer me some questions." doubt."

As she said that, Miss Asman carefully pulled out an old photo from the album, "The person in the photo..."

The reason why you need to be careful is because the photo itself is a piece of glass.

"She looks a lot like my female companion yesterday, right?" Boss Luo said directly after taking a look at her.

Miss Asman nodded, "They are very similar, even the body shape is basically the same... But this photo album has been passed down since it was given to my grandfather, and before my grandfather, I didn't even know that it had been How long has it been around?”

"This kind of wet plate photography can last for a hundred years at least." Boss Luo smiled slightly and said: "A hundred years is enough to reflect its value."

Miss Asman shook her head, "I don't have much research in this area...I only know how to cut clothes."

Boss Luo said casually: "Since this may be a photo from a hundred years ago, Miss Asman thinks, does this have anything to do with my female companion?"

"That's true." Miss Asman nodded, "Maybe I'm too wildly imaginative, and it's not like there aren't similar people in the world... I'm sorry to trouble you, sir."

"Ms. Asman, can you transfer this photo to me?" Boss Luo suddenly asked at this time.

"transfer?"

Boss Luo nodded: "Since the lady in this photo is so similar to my female companion, I think it will be a good surprise."

Miss Asman shook her head: "Sir, you are very kind to your female companion, which really touches me. However, after all, this is passed down from the family. Although it is just a worthless thing, I think I There is also a duty to preserve them.”

"Have you decided so soon, Miss Asman?" Boss Luo said: "Since I'm talking about transfer, don't you want to hear my asking price?"

"This..." Miss Asman frowned, but still said patiently: "Okay, sir, how do you plan to price it?"

"What do you think of this thing?" Boss Luo pointed to the workbench beside him.

Miss Asman looked over subconsciously, "Here... when did there be an extra box here? Why didn't I know?"

She looked at the strange travel photographer hesitantly.

"open to take a look."

Just like a whisper from deep in her heart... Miss Assman subconsciously walked to the workbench, reached out and slowly opened the box in front of her.

"These are...shoes?"

She saw what was inside the box, a pair of shoes, a pair of delicate transparent glass shoes.

"These shoes come with a magic, which can make you stand out." Boss Luo's voice sounded softly: "But the magic will expire at midnight... Of course, if you use it properly, you may be able to make Aspen Miss Man, do what you want to do."

"Sir, you are really good at joking!" Miss Asman shook her head.

But when she turned around, she found that Boss Luo had disappeared... She was suddenly startled, and quickly walked to the table where the photo album was placed, only to see that none of the photos in the album were missing, especially the glass The photos made are even better.

Miss Assman couldn't help frowning and hurriedly walked out of the studio, but after searching inside and outside the clothing store, she couldn't find anyone. She had to return to her studio with a puzzled face.

At this time, Miss Asman subconsciously looked at the box.

Those glass slippers are still here.

A magical glass slipper... Cinderella's glass slipper? Miss Asman still shook her head, feeling that this was a bit strange.

She closed the box directly and put it aside, planning to wait until she met this strange photographer next time before returning it to him... It should come again, right?

Miss Assman thought so and walked out of the studio.

The door creaked slowly as it closed.

But the moment the door was completely closed, it suddenly opened again, and Miss Asman walked quickly to the box and pressed her hands on the box.

She bit her lip and even tapped her fingers quickly on the box... As soon as her eyes turned, Miss Asman seemed to have made a decision, so she opened the box again, and then carefully picked up one of the glass slippers.

She put the glass shoes under the light, her eyes gradually blurred, "It doesn't matter if you try it, right? I won't really wear it anyway..."

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Mr. Azashes wore a trench coat and a hat.

He put his hands in the bag, but he was wandering in front of an old small building. I don't know why he was hesitating. I saw him raising his head from time to time and looking at the attic of the small building.

After hesitating for a while, Mr. Asaches seemed to have made a decision. He did not enter the small building, but planned to leave.

Turn around and leave.

But at this moment, the door of the small building suddenly opened, and a guy in black clothes and a hood was seen standing in front of the door.

Mr. Assassis couldn't help but frown. He looked around the street, then gritted his teeth and walked to the door of the small building. At the same time, he also saw clearly the appearance of the hooded guy.

He is a guy whose facial skin color is very inconsistent... some are rosy and some are pale, as if he has newly replaced skin.

It's the badly burned guy who walked up to the orphanage last night!

The moment their eyes met, Mr. Azashes recognized the hooded man.

"Are you... Robert, the nephew of Mentor Calvin?" Mr. Assachs asked tentatively.

"Please come in." The hooded man just nodded slightly, "Mr. Calvin said you would be back soon, so he asked me to wait for you here."

Mr. Azashes blinked and said abruptly: "I don't want to go in now."

The hooded man had no expression on his face and just turned around and walked into the house...without closing the door.

Mr. Assassis shrugged and muttered: "He seems to be a guy without a sense of humor."

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"Only your skin."

This was the first thing the Calvinist said after Mr. Asathasi saw the Calvinist.