Chapter 1936 U Transcendence Event (Twenty-Seven).

Isabel, who had been expressionless all the time, finally smiled in a place where Hancock couldn't see.

She remembered what happened after the dinner yesterday.

Isabel, who was sent back to her bedroom, stood by the window and looked at the scene in the garden. She saw her brother Henry running into the bell tower. She had just learned from the housekeeper who agreed with her to learn painting that there was a studio in the bell tower.

Mr. Ploh was a famous painter when he was young. It was because he went out to sketch and paint that he escaped the disaster of the self-immolation of the Ploh family. His painting skills were very superb. When he first came to the Nehelet family and was not regarded as a madman, he opened a small studio in the bell tower.

But later, Owen fell ill, Isabel was suspected of being possessed by a demon, the youngest daughter Sherlock had a congenital heart disease, Mrs. Nehelet was stimulated and went crazy, and Mr. Ploh often made extraordinary actions in the manor because he wanted to investigate the murderer. His reputation became worse and worse, and he gradually lost interest in painting.

The old housekeeper of the Nehelet family seemed very happy that she could paint, so he told Isabel these old secrets. He might think that Isabel was still young and could not understand or remember these things, so he did not hide anything.

But in addition to Isabel, there was also Henry in the audience. He followed Isabel like a thorn in her side, surrounded her and took away everything from her.

But this time, Isabel deliberately let it go. She knew that Henry would definitely rush in. No matter what Isabel had or was about to have, Henry would definitely take it away.

Isabel knew the reason. Henry was not a Nehelet family, but she felt that he should be.

Henry really rushed into the studio, and Isabel knew that this little devil would not learn anything at all. He would only want to steal ready-made things. She saw Henry steal a painting and took it to present it to Dr. Schiller, but unfortunately Dr. Schiller exposed him.

Isabel knew she had to act quickly, because once Henry got angry, he would always take it out on her, push her to the ground, and cause her to have all kinds of injuries on her body, forcing her to lie in bed and recuperate, unable to do anything.

While Henry was so angry that he was only concerned with destroying the painting, Isabel sneaked into the bell tower. She didn't paint or look at any paintings, but went straight to the toolbox and found a sharpened pencil that had not been used.

Then she deliberately stood by the window so that Henry could see her figure. Henry, who was so angry that he was crazy, would only think that Isabel was going to paint and to have something, and he had to stop and snatch it immediately.

So the boy rushed into the studio with a rage, wanting to teach Isabel a lesson as usual.

And Isabel was knocked to the ground by the crazy Henry's punch as usual, but this time she grabbed Henry's arm before she fell and brought him to the ground with her.

Isabel quickly got up and pushed down the easel next to her, causing it to fall on Henry. Just as Henry's vision was obscured and something was pressing on him, Isabel clenched her pencil and stabbed it into Henry's heart.

Isabel quickly pulled out the pencil. Henry struggled for a while and lost his breath. Isabel removed the easel that was pressing on him and dragged his body to the window.

"Do you want to throw him down?" A voice came from outside the studio door.

Isabel looked up and saw a tall black shadow outside the door. She clenched her pencil and stared at the figure, and then found that it was Dr. Schiller who came out of the darkness.

Isabel seemed to be relieved. Her face turned pale and tears flowed from her eyes. Schiller walked in front of her and half squatted down, reaching out to wipe away Isabel's tears.

But just when Isabel wanted to throw herself into his arms, Schiller gently pushed her away and said, "Your old tricks won't work on me, miss, you still have the weapon in your hand."

Schiller lowered his eyes, continued to wipe the tears from Isabel's face with his hands and said, "Remember next time, choke when you cry, otherwise it will be too fake."

Isabel slightly widened her eyes, took two steps back, and still stared at Schiller with that focused look.

"You want to pretend that I killed Henry, or you want to make me admit it by gaining sympathy, miss, this manipulation technique is not good enough."

Isabel pursed her lips and said nothing.

"You actually know what your father and uncle are doing. You saw what they did to Owen, but you didn't stop them, and you didn't tell anyone, and now you are helping them."

"I'm not helping them." Isabel's voice was a little hoarse, she said: "I'm protecting myself!"

"Do you think they won't dare to attack you if you pretend to be possessed by a demon? That's a bit naive, Miss." Schiller sighed and continued: "You were not treated like the eldest son because they took your mother into consideration and were afraid that she would shout out."

Speaking of her mother, Isabel lowered her eyes, she clenched the pencil and said: "She also knew what they were doing, she told her family, so they all died, she was a stupid woman."

"It was Hancock who instigated your father, right?" Schiller reached out and touched Isabel's head, and said: "One day he appeared as a person your father trusted and admired, and showed his admiration for your father's eldest son Owen."

"And he sent him over." Isabel's arms trembled a little, she said: "I saw some terrible scars on his body, and then suddenly one day, I heard that kind of voice in my father's room, I knew he was bewitched."

"You also know that the next one is you."

Isabel looked up at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at her and said: "Henry is Hancock's child, right? He is a born bad seed, just like his father."

"I don't know, it's just a baby my mother picked up on a rainy night, no one knows who his father is." Isabel turned her head away and said: "But one day he overheard my parents 's conversation, and found out that he was not his biological child, and then he began to become worse and worse. "

"Then Hancock is likely to be brought here by him." Schiller nodded and said: "He found a way to find his biological father, and the father and son wanted to use the Nehlet family as a hunting ground."

"And my father is stupid, greedy and short-sighted." Isabel gritted her teeth and said: "He was worried that he would go to hell if he raped his biological son, so he believed in the cult's saying that as long as he offered enough souls to the devil, he would not be punished."

"So under the instigation of that cultist, he sent someone to light a fire in his wife's family and burned them all to death, and then this time he wanted to kill all of you, he would not get his wish."

"There is another question, Miss, you should have a helper, right?" Schiller asked, looking into Isabel's eyes.

Isabel looked back at Schiller, then retracted her gaze and said, "I misjudged you. You are not a good man at all. Nothing can be hidden from you."

"What's her name?"

"Sherlock, she is my little sister. She has congenital heart disease, but she actually had surgery when she was a child. She just didn't recover very well, but she can move freely."

"Did she help you put the allergic substance into the holy water?"

Isabel looked at Schiller in surprise, but still nodded and said, "Yes, as long as I react to the holy water, it means that there is really a demon in my body, so maybe they won't dare to attack me."

"Smart girl." Schiller exclaimed.

"But you ruined it all." Isabel stared at Schiele and said, "Even if you tell me where the murder weapon is, I will not forgive you."

"You don't need me to tell you, you will find it. I have said that you have a talent for painting."

Schiele looked down at Henry's body and said, "So now think about how to create your first painting. Are you going to throw him out of the window like this?"

Isabel was about to give a positive answer, but for some reason she didn't say it, and Schiele spoke her mind.

"Can this really pay him back for what he did to you and the Nehelet family?"

"He...he wanted to emulate that man and do this to Sherlock..." Isabel took a deep breath. Obviously, she was not completely unstimulated, but she still trembled and said, "He told Hancock that he could trick Sherlock."

"Then why didn't he do it?"

"Sherlock has a heart disease and she is likely to die. Before she is ready, the police will definitely come to the manor to investigate, and Hancock is wanted and dare not see the police, fearing that Mrs. Nehelet will make a big deal, but I know they will sooner or later."

Isabel looked at Henry's body, the anger in her eyes grew stronger and stronger, and her fingertips holding the pen almost dug into the flesh.

"Want some inspiration?" Schiller suddenly smiled and said, "Since you have no experience, miss, I can give you a little advice, but you still have to answer my last question."

"What is it?"

"There is a female agent from the FBI traveling with me. Who secretly let her in?"

Isabelle was a little surprised. She looked at Schiller and said, "You mean the woman named Natasha is an FBI agent?! She is in the manor now???"

Schiller nodded. It took Isabel a while to digest this shocking fact, and then she He frowned and said, "I don't know. The whole manor is full of idiots now. I don't think anyone..."

Isabel seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She looked at Schiller and said, "If there is one person who knows all the secrets of the Nehelet family, but has a conscience and is smart enough, then it can only be the old butler left by Mr. Nehelet before he died."

Schiller recalled the old butler who came to greet them before. He was indeed an old man who looked quite mature, stable and smart. If there was anyone who could put a crocodile in the mud without making a sound, then it was probably only him.

"What is the inspiration you are talking about?" Isabel asked.

Schiller reached out and touched her head again, pulled her closer, and said, "Do you know where a person's only remaining hope comes from when he is doomed to die?"

Isabel shook her head.

"It's the offspring. Before they die, they will put all their hopes on their offspring. They will think, 'At least my son will have a bright future.'"

Isabel looked down at Henry as if she understood something, and Schiller patted her shoulder and said, "Go find your little sister, and you should stand on the scene to watch this big show."

Isabel, who was standing in the hall, retracted her thoughts. She saw Hancock, who was lying on the ground with more exhalation than inhalation, looked ashen when he saw Henry's body.

At this moment, Isabel felt the whole body refreshing, but soon her eyes fell on the body of the old butler next to her, and she clenched her fists again in anger.

In this dark manor, the only person willing to take care of her was the old butler, and now he is dead.

"Want to know who killed him?"

Isabel looked up and found Schiller standing beside her again, while the servants beside her had already gone to their own business because of the complicated situation.

Isabel looked at the body again and nodded vigorously, and Schiller squatted down and said to her: "I'll tell you a name, and you don't refute it. Let's make a deal, and someone will avenge you soon."

The chaos ended very quickly. Batman repaired the telephone line, and the police station sent a helicopter to deal with such a major case.

The bodies were collected and the arrests were made, as if the matter was over.

Just after the chaos ended, the servants led the guests away. The black manservant walked to Schiller and asked if they still wanted to leave together. Schiller nodded and followed the manservant, while Batman and Natasha followed together.

Whether the killer was Hancock or Nehlet, everything was over, but Batman, walking in the dim corridor of the manor, kept thinking, what about the special ability of this killer?

He thought Hancock would show his special ability in desperation, but he didn't react until he was taken away by the police.

Suddenly, Batman's heart trembled.

At this time, the black manservant walking in front stopped.

He slowly turned around, showing a cruel smile, the pentagram symbol in his eyes lit up, and in an instant, the whole corridor was surrounded by blazing flames.

Natasha took a breath and shouted: "We have been deceived! This is actually..."

Before she finished her words, an axe suddenly appeared on the head of the fierce flame killer. With a "click", the brain burst and the killer's head was cut off half.

Everyone was stunned by this change.

Behind the killer's slowly falling body, the figure of the priest holding an axe appeared.

Isabel also walked out of the room slowly. She looked at the flames with some surprise, then looked at the priest and said, "It was this manservant who had been abusing me! Thank you, Father, thank you for coming back to save me!"

After that, Isabel threw herself into the priest's arms and burst into tears, and the rest of the people were all a little confused.

In the bus leaving the manor, Natasha finally couldn't help but ask in confusion: "So the Nihility family is a complete cover, and the real killer is just an inconspicuous manservant? But how did you see it, Schiller?"

Schiller smiled and said, "The answer is written on the riddle. Nihility means 'nothingness'."

Bei Bat slowly opened his eyes. Now he began to understand why Natasha said Schiller was not pretending.

Apart from the terrifying killer, who else can study the killer's thinking so thoroughly?

Thinking of this, Bei Bat sat at the farthest distance from Schiller at lightning speed, turned his head, and stared at Batman and Natasha.

Someone got fooled. Hehehe