Chapter 1934 U Transcendence Event (Twenty-Five)

The moist fog in the early morning rose around the Nehlet Manor, and there was a faint lead gray and cold blue everywhere.

Batman standing in front of the bedroom window saw Schiller in the garden, and he remembered a conversation between the two of them after he went to Schiller's bedroom before going to bed last night.

It was late at night, and Batman, who was still cold, came to the door of Schiller's bedroom and found that Schiller, who opened the door, had changed into pajamas, which meant that he had not gone out just now.

Batman took off his coat and followed Schiller into the bedroom and came to the sofa area. Schiller brought a cup of coffee heated by the fireplace. Batman asked, "You knew I would come?"

"Of course, and you are not the only one coming. Do you want to talk about the killer?"

"Mr. Nehlet is to blame." Batman's tone was as low as ever, and he was not aimless. He took a sip of coffee and explained, "There are too many suspicious things about him."

"First of all, as the owner of a noble manor, even if he and his wife have conflicts, they must maintain the proper decency on the surface. Husband and wife are one. At least among the aristocracy, no matter how big the conflict is in private, they still have to respect each other in public."

"But compared to Mrs. Nehelet, Mr. Nehelet seems to prefer to stay with his cousin Hancock. If the two have a good relationship in private, it's fine, but in front of so many people, Mr. Nehelet left his wife and stayed with his brother. This is obviously quite rude. "

Batman gently put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and said, "They are obviously the kind of family that regards rules as more important than anything else. They have received the most old-fashioned aristocratic education since childhood. They have to consider the family reputation in every word and deed. Such rude behavior is inconsistent with their family style."

"And the most important point." Batman frowned slightly and said, "The reason he left the manor and lived outside was that he was busy with business, but I talked to him in the banquet hall before and found that he was not proficient in business. Industry."

"This is not the Victorian era. Which real businessman doesn't know about stocks and investments? But every time I mentioned the latest stock market and industry information, he avoided the topic or simply changed the subject. This is very suspicious."

"So what did you do?"

"The best way to investigate a manor owner is to investigate his butler." Batman leaned on his elbows on the armrests, gently groped his chin and said, "In such a noble manor, no one knows more secrets than the butler."

"After the dinner, I exchanged a few words with the old butler. From him, I learned that Mr. Nehelet and Mrs. Nehelet had a good relationship. Although it was still a family arranged marriage, there was no big conflict between the two. "

"But since Mr. Nehelet's cousin Hancock came to them, their relationship has been in crisis many times. Mrs. Nehelet was originally a very strong-willed woman. She made a big fuss several times, but she has become quiet in recent years."

"The most suspicious point is that Mrs. Nehelet's mother's family, the Proshi family, was originally very prominent, but one night, they collectively set themselves on fire, and even the Proshi family's manor was burned clean. From then on, Mrs. Nehelet no longer had a backer. Only Mr. Proshi, who was out sketching, survived and now lived under someone else's roof."

Schiller sat opposite Batman and listened to him quietly. When he turned his head, he saw the dead branches in the garden that looked like a blazing flame.

"Mrs. Nehelet told me about this." The person opposite Schiller had become Batman, and there was a cup of hot coffee in front of him, but there was still one last cup left in front of the fireplace.

"When she mentioned the fire, her expression was not sad, but deep fear. But when I asked about the details, she kept silent. I don't think she didn't want to talk about it because she was too sad, but the occasion was not right."

"So I went to see her alone after the dinner. When she saw me, she was shocked and panicked, but when I told her my whereabouts to avoid anyone, she seemed to suddenly see some hope."

"What did she tell you?" Schiller asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Some secret old things. She said that the fire was not set by the Proshi family, and they did not want to commit mass suicide. But after the police investigated, they did not find the murderer, so the matter was left unresolved."

"Mr. Proshi, who is staying in the manor, suspected that it might be someone from the Nehlet family who did it, so he stayed here all the time. He wanted to catch the murderer himself and avenge his relatives."

Bei Bat turned his eyes away and sighed, "Mrs. Nehlet is controlled by something. She is deeply afraid of something that does not exist in the scene of our conversation. It is like a string holding her back."

"But we have to consider who is the real murderer. I think Mrs. Nehlet is a big suspect. Even if she was manipulated to kill, as the mistress of the manor, she can do a lot, so she is a big threat."

"Do you think she is innocent?"

Bei Bat shook his head and said, "I don't think she is the kind of person who can stick to her bottom line, so she can never be completely innocent."

"This game is more difficult than we thought. There may be only one real murderer, but he has many accomplices, or the murderer is just the one who actually did it, and there are manipulators behind him. If we make a wrong judgment, we are likely to fall into a trap."

Bei Bat paused for a moment, then said: "There is another important clue. Mrs. Nihlet said that she found a mysterious pentagram pattern at the scene where the Proshi family was killed, but she was not sure whether it was a coincidence of the burn marks or she saw it wrong."

"Cult?"

"Maybe."

As the night deepened, the wind became colder. A few lonely graves were dotted on an empty land. The cross looked like a lonely ghost under the moonlight.

A slightly hunched figure waved a hoe high, and sand was constantly raised. Sweat dripped on the soil and soon disappeared in the cracks of the sand and stones.

Opposite him, two half-grown children were holding a quilt roll together. At the back of the quilt roll was a dark mass of something. Looking closely, it turned out to be human hair.

"Come on, kids, throw it in." The figure who was digging the pit turned around and finally revealed his face under the moonlight. It was the old priest who had appeared in the Nehelet Manor before.

The two children threw the cotton roll containing the corpse into the pit dug by the old priest with some effort, but the children who were doing such a horrible thing as throwing the corpse did not have a trace of fear on their faces.

The older boy looked at the old priest and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? What did you see in the Nehelet family?"

The old priest threw down the hoe, raised his head in the moonlight, closed his eyes in pain, and his mind was full of Schiller's cold eyes when he said that to him, but what he saw was not Schiller's hatred, but his own.

"Devil, child, I see the devil in my heart."

The younger child tilted his head, seemingly unable to understand what the priest was saying. The priest lowered his head and made a cross, touched his head and said, "Remember, there will eventually be someone in this world who is your mirror. When you see yourself in his eyes, you will understand that you have seen the devil, but it is not him, but you."

He bent down again, picked up the hoe and began to fill the pit with sand, muttering to himself in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, children, don't be afraid anymore, your dean is lying with you, and he will never have the chance to hurt you again."

The two children ran back and forth to help the priest fill the grave together. The priest put the hoe aside. He threw them aside, sighed softly and said, "I may be away for a while. Take good care of the other children. If the police come, you can say you know nothing."

"Where are you going?" The two children immediately surrounded him worriedly and said, "We won't say anything. We slept well in the attic tonight and never saw anyone."

"You are very smart." The priest squatted down and took them in his arms, touched their heads and said, "But you are still young. When you grow up, you will understand that there are many demons like your dean. I have to deal with one of them now."

After saying that, he stood up, turned around and looked at the bell tower of the church in the distance, and walked out of the cemetery without hesitation.

When Natasha knocked on Schiller's door, Schiller had just made three cups of coffee and placed them near the fireplace to keep warm. He opened the door and welcomed Natasha, who was also wearing pajamas, in.

"It seems that you have made great progress." Schiller said with a smile.

"What surprises me is that you didn't do anything." Natasha walked to the side of the sofa with her arms swinging and sat down. She took the coffee brought by Schiller, looked at the two cups by the fireplace, smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just joking. A three-year-old child wouldn't believe that you didn't do anything."

"Who do you think is the murderer, ma'am?"

"Hancock is the most suspicious." Natasha bit her nails lightly and said thoughtfully, "I talked to him after the dinner. You know, he is a very typical hypocrite."

"You see he looks like a stern moralist, right? He is also deliberately dressing himself in this direction, but I dare say he is definitely a veteran in the love field, and what is the term? Pervert?"

Natasha put two fingers on her cheek and said, "I am an agent and a killer, so I certainly have no right to say that others are evil, but from a woman's perspective, Hancock is the worst kind of man."

Natasha recalled a little and rolled her eyes and said, "Obviously he coveted my beauty more than anyone else, but he pretended to be indifferent, but his purpose was not to resist temptation, but to hope that I would take the initiative to find him."

"It is not difficult to see that he has met many weak women." Natasha sneered and said, "I think he is a good man worthy of entrusting my life, so I take the initiative to stick to him, but I don't know that all this is the result of some manipulation and suggestion."

Natasha glanced at Schiller and said, "But what I said is the worst thing about him is that he does this not for any real meaningful purpose. He plays with other people's feelings just to satisfy his physical desires and his psychopathic sadistic instincts."

"You have seen so many things after just a few words?"

Natasha sighed and said, "I have seen many people like this before, and the reason why I still fall for you is that the biggest difference between you and them is that I don't see any desire in you."

"You aroused my curiosity and tried to manipulate me, not for physical desires or to satisfy spiritual needs."

"All your emotions are very natural, not disguised for a certain purpose, such as If it was just the human skin you painted, it would be a natural work of art. "

"In short, whether you talk to me about art or tell me your story, the purpose is really just on the surface, and most of the men I have met are not like that."

"When they are greedy for a woman's beauty, their every move, every word and deed are all to attract the attention of the opposite sex. This can be said to be the natural instinct of males. When they are not covered or act very clumsy, they are childish and cute. "

"But Hancock..." Natasha showed a grim smile and said: "He used his self-proclaimed clever cover to make them obsessed with him, but there was no work of art under that human skin, only the dirty smell of desire. "