Chapter 847 Doubt

Everyone didn't sleep all night, and they were all exhausted.

After handing over the mission in the military camp, Hailaer and the Zion siblings set up their tents, planning to catch up on sleep in the camp and go back to school tomorrow.

Joan was also very tired, but he still had an unsolved mystery in his heart. He was eager to go back to seek answers from his mentor, so he said goodbye to his three friends for a while, turned into an eagle form, and flew directly back to Midgard City.

When it was almost noon, Joan landed on the campus and changed back to human form.

I hurried to Moriarty's laboratory, knocked on the door and went in, only Duo'er was alone at home.

"Master went to a friend's luncheon and won't be back until the afternoon."

"Mr. Vader, you are in a hurry to find the master, is there something urgent?"

Faced with Duo'er's curious inquiry, Qiao An hesitated to speak.

In fact, he hurried to find his tutor just to find out if the Countess Josephine Antoinette de Poissons was an old acquaintance of Professor Moriarty.

There is also the reason why Mrs. Josephine's figure and appearance are so similar to Duo'er, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

"Actually, it's nothing important... Since the mentor is not here, it's not too late for me to visit him again in the afternoon."

Duo'er nodded in confusion, and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing Duo'er's pretty face, Qiao An couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Such a perfect pair of faces is unlikely to be a coincidence.

Either Professor Moriarty imitated Mrs. Josephine's appearance and created Duo Er,

Either Mrs. Josephine used Duo'er as a model and performed plastic surgery on her original face, or changed her appearance with magic to become exactly like Duo'er.

No matter which possibility it is, it implies a prerequisite-Professor Moriarty has a close relationship with Mrs. Josephine.

"Dole, do you know a Countess named Josephine?"

Before Qiao Anlin went out, he finally couldn't help but express the question in his heart.

"Countess?" Duo'er shook her head blankly, "I almost never go out, so how can I get acquainted with some countesses?"

"That's right, I'll take my leave first, see you in the afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Vader, you go slowly."

Walking out of Professor Moriarty's laboratory, Joan's mood was a little complicated.

If Duoer suddenly learns that there is another woman who looks exactly like her and lives in the same city, is it a good thing or a bad thing?

Joan had no way of knowing.

Returning to the apartment with a heavy heart, Joan smelled the aroma of baked apple pie from the kitchen as soon as he entered the door, and his stomach growled after being hungry all day.

Mrs. Anderson, the landlady, was delighted to have him home early so that she would have someone to accompany her to tea.

Perhaps because of the realization that she was aging irrevocably, Mrs. Anderson was an old woman who was afraid of being alone.

But the family members rarely have time to accompany her, so the old woman rented the second floor to a group of energetic college students at a very favorable price, and raised a large group of cats to entertain her boredom.

Among Mrs. Anderson's three tenants, the Zion siblings often went downstairs to chat with her to amuse her, which was very popular with her.

On the contrary, Joan rarely chats with him.

In fact, Joan doesn't get along well with anyone.

It stands to reason that Mrs. Anderson should dislike a withdrawn and gloomy tenant like him.

But it was strange, Joan didn't know why, but the old lady cared about him.

Every day when I go downstairs to eat, I always greet him like I would treat my own children and grandchildren, and always tell him to go out more often, and don't always lock myself in the bedroom and bury my head in reading.

Joan felt that maybe this kind-hearted old woman was pitying herself?

It was a rare opportunity for Mrs. Anderson to be alone with Joan. She warmly invited him to drink tea and eat pies, and talked a lot.

The first is to hit the head.

"Mr. Vader, expecting you to open your mouth and chat with me, an old woman, is better than expecting my cat to be able to talk!"

"Sorry, I made you laugh, I'm really not very good at talking..."

Joan's ears burned from embarrassment.

The orange cat in his arms is also very naughty.

Just now, she was dozing off on Joan's lap, but now she raised her head suddenly, and meowed several times with great vigor.

As if to show that she is indeed more eloquent than Joanne, Mrs. Anderson's criticism of him is reasonable.

Prompted by the apology, Qiao An spent an extra half an hour chatting with the landlady because she had nothing to say.

During the chat, he had another unexpected gain, which was to verify his previous speculation.

Mrs. Anderson admitted that, of her three lodgers, she cared most about Joan.

In the eyes of this insightful old woman, the Zion siblings belong to the kind of people who are very adaptable to the new environment. They can get along well both on campus and in society, and they will not suffer losses wherever they go.

As for people like Joan, who are withdrawn, reticent, bookish, and unlovable, they might be pushed out and bullied by naughty children at school.

Mrs. Anderson felt that her care for the Zion siblings was nothing more than icing on the cake.

At a young age, he left his hometown and came to a strange city to study, and he didn't even have a relative who could take care of him. If even her landlord didn't want to see Qiao An, wouldn't this poor child be completely abandoned by society and no one would love him? ?

Of course, Joann's handsome appearance is also an important factor that makes Mrs. Anderson sympathize with her. After all, this is a world that looks at faces.

For the old lady's care, besides being secretly touched, the only thing Joan can do is to spend more time chatting with her old man to relieve boredom.

A whole plate of crunchy and sweet apple pie, and a pot of hot black tea.

Qiao An was very satisfied after eating, and then became sleepy, and even yawned twice.

Mrs. Anderson noticed his tired face and dark circles under his eyes, and asked him with concern if he didn't sleep well last night.

Knowing that Qiao An didn't sleep at all last night, she snatched Da Miao from his arms, and angrily urged him to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Joan returned to the bedroom on the second floor, lay on his own bed, and slept comfortably for two hours.

Woke up feeling refreshed.

The afternoon sun shone obliquely through the glass windows, and the visual time was around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Joan got up and stretched, washed up a bit, went downstairs to say goodbye to the landlady, and went back to school to find her tutor.

This time was quite a coincidence. As soon as Joan walked into the campus gate, he saw Professor Moriarty jumping out of an open carriage. His handsome face was slightly flushed, and there was a hint of drunkenness between his brows.