New Gods of North America

The next day after returning to the manor, at around ten o'clock in the evening,

Mr. Ben Harmon still encountered an accident.

Wayne was still catching up on sleep, preparing to take over the shift after midnight.

So after being woken up early and knowing what had happened, his first reaction was to feel a little angry.

"What's the situation now?" Wayne asked as he quickly put on his clothes.

Doug looked visibly annoyed and remorseful. "Mr. Ben Harmon was in the study, and he is fine now. We rushed over after hearing the call, and the attacker has disappeared. But Miss Inessa fired a shot, so the attacker should still be in the main house."

According to Wayne's understanding, once the attacker appears to have succeeded,

For the bodyguard, this was already a major mistake.

No one is hurt, it's just luck.

However, after coming to Mr. Ben Harmon and understanding the situation clearly, Wayne felt that this matter was a bit nonsensical.

"Mr. Harmon, did you drink this before?"

Wayne asked, holding a cup and looking at the half cup of coffee left in it.

Pour out the coffee, and there is still some paste at the bottom of the cup.

It's a bit solid and yellowish brown. Pick up a little and smell it, it has a faint herbal scent.

"Yes. After I sensed something was wrong, I immediately called for help, and your colleagues came over very quickly."

Mr. Ben Harmon was lying on the sofa in the study at this time, holding his forehead and resting with his eyes closed, as if he was still frightened.

Poisoning again?

In the manors of the rich, there would normally not be a resident family doctor, but there would generally be a family nurse, or a high-level maid with professional skills in this area.

So a maid came and helped Mr. Ben Harmon induce vomiting, while Wayne continued to find out what was going on.

"The attacker had the ability to disguise himself or herself, or had the skills to use makeup.

"At that time, we thought that the person who brought the coffee to the valet was another valet in the manor. But after investigation, we found that he felt a little sleepy at that time and was dozing off in a utility room in the corridor. He had no idea that Mr. Ben Harmon had asked for coffee on short notice.

"We also poured some coffee to a mouse before, and the mouse has been fine so far. But just now we let another mouse try the coffee that Mr. Ben Harmon thought was wrong, and that mouse is indeed problematic."

Doug's attitude was pretty good. He first explained the situation, then took the responsibility on himself, "It was my negligence. I didn't consider that the attacker might poison me after the inspection."

Wayne observed the rat in the small iron cage on the floor next to him.

This was the guy that Wayne specifically asked Doug and his team to bring in to "test the poison," and he had specially chosen a baby mouse that had just shed its fur.

One of the mice was still alive and kicking, but the other one had similar symptoms to Mr. Ben Harmon, lying there with its eyes closed. But after a slight poke, it didn't die.

If this is the case,

Wayne felt that even if he was there at the time, the accident might not have been avoided...

The attacker was indeed cunning.

Wayne thought for a moment, "You just said that the attacker should still be in the main house?"

"Yes." Doug nodded. "Mr. Ben Harmon noticed it very quickly. The disguised servant had not yet left the main house."

Then he went on to say:

"When we chased him, he almost jumped out of the window and ran away. But Miss Inessa noticed something was wrong and fired a shot from a distance, and he went back to the main house through the first-floor window.

"From then until now, Miss Inesa and the others have been keeping watch from the outside, and my owl has also been patrolling. Currently, no one has been allowed to leave the main house."

This seems to be a little easier to handle.

Wayne thought for a moment:

"I'll go notify the people in charge and ask them to gather everyone who is still in the main house.

"You let your bird notify our people. The bodyguards will be divided into two groups. One group will continue to monitor the periphery, while the other group will check the main house. If any outsiders or people who are not cooperating are found, they can be controlled directly by force."

"yes."

…

Apart from the group of people that Inissa led outside to watch over the main house,

At this moment in the manor, Wayne actually only had five people at his disposal.

Mr. Harmon's family gathered in the study at this moment, accompanying Mr. Harmon who was unwell. Ryan, the theoretical valet, was there to watch over him.

After confirming that Mr. Harmon also agreed, the other servants in the main house gathered in the reception room. A trainee agent hid among the servants to observe the situation.

The visible bodyguards Doug and Willy began searching the main house for servants who might be alone or hidden attackers.

And Wayne,

He began to call the servants one by one to the small room next door to question them to see if the attacker had changed his appearance again and continued to blend in with the servants.

The first person he "interrogated" was Lina.

Lina held the cup and observed the remaining paste inside for a while. She picked out a little with her fingernails, rubbed it and smelled it, and then fed a mouthful to the big spider Peter.

Peter raised his front legs and gestured a few times.

Lina frowned slightly, "This thing is not a poison... and if it is used to kill people, the dosage doesn't seem to be enough..."

"You know this too?" Wayne asked.

"I ate a lot of this when I was a kid. The food in Windsor was terrible, and when I was in secret training, I would rather have a bowl of this to fill my stomach. Add more honey and it tastes okay."

Lina wiped the residue from her nails onto the rim of the cup:

"This is something that builds up your resistance to drugs. If you can't handle it at first, you'll probably experience dizziness, fever, palpitations, stomachaches, and other reactions. Although it can make you stupid or even fatal if you can't make it, we all started with a big spoonful. This stuff doesn't dissolve in water very well, and it looks like there's only less than a teaspoon. An adult male shouldn't die. At most he'll just have to rest for a few days."

Then Lina thought about it again, "But I know why Mr. Harmon noticed something was wrong so quickly. This thing contains a kind of nut powder, but the amount is not too much. Since Mr. Harmon is allergic to peanuts, he may also be allergic to this thing."

"Is this thing easy to do?" Wayne asked.

"It should be rare for ordinary people. At least it is not as easy to buy as rat poison, and the cost should be more expensive than rat poison. And from what you said just now, the attacker's method of committing the crime seems to be a bit like the temperament of my previous colleagues in the industry. Extraordinary ability is also in line with it."

Hmm...

Professional people, professional medicine, but it doesn't seem like they are trying to kill anyone?

"If the other party is hiding among the servants, do you have a way to find him out?"

Lina stood up. "If they are really colleagues in the same industry, then they should have received corresponding targeted training, and their extraordinary abilities should be relatively difficult to expose. But since they are 'humans', there will always be negligence or ignorance. Let's try one by one."

"Okay. Then you go back and investigate secretly over there, and I will continue to question them one by one."