Chapter 1805: Summer in Fool Village (XIX)

Pamela stood in front of the gate of Rodriguez Manor.

She raised her hand and rang the doorbell with some hesitation, because every time she visited before, the young housekeeper was already standing at the door waiting for her with a smile before she even got out of the car.

This was very abnormal, Pamela thought, Professor Schiller seemed to know the whereabouts of everyone who would visit his manor, and it was no secret when they would appear in front of his house, so every guest who came would be greeted at the right time.

But no one came to greet Pamela this time.

Pamela knew that she had no position to blame anyone for being rude, because she did visit suddenly and didn't even make a phone call, but she thought that the blame for such rude behavior should not be entirely attributed to herself, because Bruce asked her to come.

The rich man had good reasons for this. Bruce claimed that if Pamela didn't come, then they would most likely see Miss Talia at the dinner table tomorrow. Pamela took this as a ghost story-like joke.

After learning about the whole process of Bruce and Talia's entanglement, Pamela thought that Bruce might feel that the angry Talia's approach to Schiller would further lower his score, and Bruce invested in Pamela's security plant research project. He knew that she was short-handed, so he threw the troublesome job of looking for Schiller at a time of Schiller's anger to her.

She was really obsessed, so she gave him her phone number, Pamela complained in her heart, I'm afraid there will be more troublesome jobs like this in the future.

But she knew that she had to solve the trouble in front of her first. In fact, she didn't want Talia to be cut into pieces, because she was very beautiful, and Pamela really hadn't tried it.

Thinking of this, she licked her lips, stretched her neck and looked into the manor, but didn't hear any movement.

Sneaking through the door and picking the lock was a bit too much, and Pamela was not good at it, so she planned to use her strengths to find a way for herself to enter Rodriguez Manor.

What else can the strengths of the spokesperson of all things green be?

Pamela went around to the back of Rodriguez Manor. In the corner of the garden, there was a banyan tree planted by the previous owner. The tree was not tall and inconspicuous, but because it was close to the wall, Pamela thought about transplanting the tree when she was drawing the design of the Rodriguez Manor garden to prevent people from climbing in along the branches.

Pamela stood outside the wall and waved gently, and a branch stretched out along the top of the wall. More vines wrapped around it and soon formed a staircase.

Pamela stepped on the vine stairs very lightly into the yard, looked at the dilapidated scene in the garden, and moved the expected construction date forward.

She had sent the general design to Schiller last night and soon received a reply from him. Schiller, as usual, made several very practical suggestions, and Pamela spent the whole day thinking about how to improve it.

As for why she did this, the answer was unexpectedly realistic. Pamela planned to continue her studies in school, but she also needed money.

Pamela planned to do something she liked, designing a garden for the manor was a good choice. She was very talented in this area and had special abilities to make the work easier. At the same time, she could make a lot of money by dealing with the rich. It was a very good part-time job.

The problem she faced was that the premise of designing a garden for the manor was that the owner of the manor had to give her a garden to practice, and the only manor owner in Gotham who didn't care about his garden being destroyed several times was probably Schiller.

Pamela was grateful for this, and she also cherished this opportunity, so when she walked through the garden of Rodriguez Manor again, she observed the structure here very carefully, and tried her best to analyze the suggestions made by Schiller in her mind in combination with the actual situation.

Unconsciously, she had walked to the back door of the main building of the manor. Pamela stepped onto the steps of the porch and reached out to knock on the door, but at this moment, she was stunned for a moment because she found that her peripheral vision had just passed by something.

Pamela turned back and stepped between the two steps to look at her side, which was the place below the floor-to-ceiling window of the main building.

There was also muddy land there. It was unknown whether it was washed by the heavy rain or the garden hose. The few small plants were tilted to the ground and were completely dead. But what caught Pamela's attention was a bright white color mixed in the mud.

Pamela lifted her skirt and walked carefully on the edge of the building to the bottom of the French window. After bending down and taking a closer look, she found that it was a few white petals gathered together.

Pamela frowned slightly, and she turned and looked up at the top of her. There was the only window on the French window glass, which was at the top of the parabola of the petals falling to the ground.

This was a camellia thrown out of the window.

Pamela looked at the French window glass covered with a thin mist again. There was no one in the room, so she could have a panoramic view of the whole room. Pamela had never entered this room before, but her sight immediately caught the camellia in the thin vase on the desk at the other end of the room.

Through the glass, Pamela's searching eyes began to become more purposeful, and then, as she expected, there was another vase on the coffee table between the single sofas near the window, but the flowers inside had disappeared.

The only two vases in the room were artistic vases, which could be used to arrange flowers or as ornaments. The vase on the coffee table was shorter, and it was not inconsistent to regard it as a separate coffee table decoration.

Pamela turned back again, and under her gaze, the tiny vines helped her turn over the soil, revealing the flower stems under the petals. Judging from the length, this camellia should have been inserted in the short vase on the coffee table.

Schiller was not a person who liked flowers very much.

Pamela had known this for a long time. When she visited Rodriguez Manor before, she found that there were no decorative flowers in the huge manor, which was almost incredible.

Pamela knew that Schiller was a person who valued style very much, and the interior decoration would lack a lot of color and vitality without flowers, but there were no living flowers anywhere in the interior of Rodriguez Manor.

Pamela learned the reason for this abnormality in Schiller's reply email last night. Schiller didn't dislike flowers, he just didn't like the smell of flowers.

Because Schiller emphasized in his reply to Pamela's garden decoration suggestions that flowers with fragrance should be avoided as much as possible. Schiller believed that some uncontrollable fragrances would affect his thinking. Pamela changed the range of flowers to be selected according to his suggestions.

Because she was just thinking about Schiller's suggestions in the reply email, Pamela immediately thought of this. She lowered her eyes and looked at the camellia in the soil and found something wrong.

There are many varieties of camellia, and the fragrance is also different. Some are almost fragranceless, and some have strong fragrance. The only one thrown into the soil is obviously the kind with strong fragrance.

Did Schiller throw it out of the window because of the fragrance of the camellia? Pamela thought about it and quickly denied this speculation. Merkel obviously knew Schiller better than her. If Schiller didn't like fragrant flowers, then this kind of flower would never appear in the vase of the manor.

Moreover, Schiller had never used decorative flowers before, and the vases were used as ornaments. Why did he suddenly put flowers into the two vases today, and the flowers were fragrant?

Pamela couldn't think of the answer to this question, and when she continued to look at the remains of the camellia in the soil, she found a few inconspicuous footprints around, not left by Schiller, but by a stranger.

The footprints suddenly appeared in front of the French window, and there was no way to get there. There was only one possibility in this situation, that is, the other party fell from the sky. Pamela could only look up.

She saw a pair of slightly scattered gray eyes.

Schiller was standing on the balcony of the second-floor room, holding the railing with one hand and looking down from above.

Pamela felt a bone-chilling coldness in an instant.

But Schiller just glanced at it, then sighed softly, turned around and walked back into the room.

When Pamela came back to her senses, she found that she might have seen a trace of helplessness in Schiller's eyes. She didn't understand what this meant, but she suddenly understood Schiller's indulgence.

So, a thin vine climbed up along the vertical decorative line on the surface of the manor. Pamela leaned against the plant to listen to the movement on the second floor. In addition to Schiller's voice, she heard another slightly familiar woman's voice.

"... I'm much better, thank you."

That was Talia's voice.

Pamela frowned more tightly. She didn't forget what she was entrusted to do. The vine climbed more boldly to the balcony railing, and sure enough, she saw a gap left by the balcony door that was not closed tightly.

The tip of the thin vine decisively drilled into the gap, and the scene in front of her suddenly became clear. This is a study, and it is the private study of the owner of the manor.

The reason for judging this as a private space is that there are no pairs of furniture in the usual reception area. There is only one single sofa, and the table in front is too small to hold a set of tea sets. There are also a few books scattered on the table, which is not as tidy as a classroom.

"Is this your study?" Talia looked up at Schiller who brought her a cup of hot tea and asked.

"Yes, Miss, I think you may have some symptoms of panic attack just now. A relatively closed private space will make your mood better."

"I do feel better." Talia looked away, and then looked at Schiller again, as if she wanted to get to know him again.

Talia suspected that she had an illusion. There were no gorgeous feathers, no cold vertical pupils, and no fangs dripping with venom. The professor Schiller in front of her was a little different, but not that scary.

Suddenly, Talia clenched her hand holding the handle of the cup, and she gritted her teeth and spat out a name: "Bruce Wayne!"

Schiller stopped fiddling with the tea set, and looked at Talia with some curiosity, and asked: "What did you say, Miss?"

Talia recalled and whispered: "When did he drug me? What drug did he use?"

"Sorry, Miss Talia."

"No, nothing, I'm thinking about something else." Talia tilted her head and took a sip of hot tea. The anger in her heart did not diminish at all. Bruce Wayne must have drugged her. That kind of hazy hallucination often appeared when she was doing drug resistance training.

But what kind of drug was it that could make her faint in an instant, and then make her wake up and have hallucinations about Schiller... It should be a hallucination, right?

Talia was a little dazed. She raised her head and carefully scanned Schiller's face with a look that could be called rude, and then fell on his dress.

There was no place that would cause horrible fantasies, so it was just a hallucination caused by the drug's effects not yet fading.

At this time, Schiller put down the tea set and took a step back. He looked at Talia with some concern and said, "I may have never said that I am a licensed psychologist. If you have some family relationship problems, maybe I can give you some advice."

"No... My problems are not family-related, doctor, I need to know immediately if I am affected by the drug."