Silver Blade and Rose

This Miss Kilsa is still very young, she doesn't look more than 18 years old, and she still has the innocence and innocence of adolescent girls on her face.Wearing a well-tailored light green dress and lace-up shoes, she showed her white and smooth arms and calves, and she looked like a socialite who was accustomed to socializing when she extended her hand to Zals gracefully.

In fact, she does live in one of the most powerful families in York City, never needing to worry about livelihood.

The mayor of Kilza and Mrs. Winnie have been married for many years and still have no children of their own. Instead, they have adopted some orphans, and children from relatives often come and go to his home.Miss Irene was probably one of them. She entered and left the manor restaurant openly, listened to their conversations openly, and felt confident about it, because in a sense, she was also one of the owners of the manor.

"I heard that tomorrow's banquet will be very lively, but I didn't expect there to be reporters." She smiled and looked at Zals and Edwin, her eyes were as unpredictable as water, "Are you going to interview uncle and aunt? Two such handsome journalists seem to be a very impressive magazine."

Zals took out his work ID card from his pocket and showed it to her, and explained: "We are reporters of "York Miscellaneous". This time, we are here to do an exclusive interview with Mrs. Winnie. It was an honor to be here.”

Of course, the work permits are also fake. Edwin received two rush-made certificates yesterday, with the logo of "York Miscellaneous" and their profile photos on them. Edwin registered as a reporter, and Zales as a photographer. division.Because the mayor got it from the magazine, and it was made through regular channels, so it is no different from a real work permit. They can even take it and swipe their cards directly into the magazine building.

He was holding a "real" work ID card, and Irene naturally couldn't see anything wrong with it. She glanced at it with interest and commented: "Your ID photo is well taken."

"..." Zales silently put the ID back into his jeans pocket.

This young lady didn't come to talk to them for no reason, she must have other intentions, Edwin didn't know why he didn't speak until now, Zals could only bite the bullet and continue talking to her.

"I'm quite interested in the work of a reporter," Irene obviously didn't intend to leave immediately, she stood by the table and stretched out her hand to support the back of the chair, looking like she wanted to continue talking, "It's convenient for me to talk about your usual Is it the job content? Or how I plan to interview my aunt tomorrow, I am very curious."

Just as she was talking, a waiter came up to deliver the steak. She immediately stepped aside, but she still stood aside and said in an apologetic tone, "Did I interrupt your meal? Maybe I'll come back later."

As she said so, she didn't even move, Zals knew that she didn't want to leave at all, so he said, "It's okay, sit down, miss."

He gentlemanly pulled away a chair next to her, so Irene happily sat down.

Edwin seemed determined to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he had no choice but to chat with Irene about some daily work, and also mentioned a few words about tomorrow's interview—of course, there was no substantive interview content involved. , just said some unnutritious words like "This is the first time I interview a woman with the status of Mrs. Winnie, and I feel a little apprehensive. I don't know if she will mind."After a few sentences, even a young girl like Irene could tell that he didn't have much interest in her, so she turned the ring on her hand and blinked, then turned her gaze to Edwin who was sitting on the other side.

"What about this gentleman?"

She has a pair of passionate blue eyes, and when she looks at someone intently, she looks like a young girl in love, making it hard to refuse.

But Edwin was certainly no ordinary man.

When Zals was talking to her before, he had been quietly repeating the action of cutting steak—putting the steak into his mouth—cutting off a piece, like an emotionless meat-eating machine, the kind that thought it was a robot if he didn’t open his mouth .Irene bluntly brought the topic to him. Zals coughed awkwardly, and was about to say something to smooth things over, but he suddenly stopped, put the knife and fork away, and looked up at the guy sitting opposite him. Erin.

No matter the previous action of eating steak, or the habit of placing the knife and fork, all show that he has experienced formal training in table manners.Irene was stunned by his gaze, but soon returned to her smile, looked at Edwin and asked, "What's wrong? Is it convenient to tell?"

Edwin shook his head lightly, took out his ID from his coat pocket, and handed it to her who was sitting opposite.

Zals quickly said: "He is just like this, he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, please don't mind."

"It's okay," Irene smiled, "Mr. Owen is so handsome, he can win the hearts of many women without opening his mouth."

She sat at the dining table for a long time, as if she had finally seen enough of the two people in front of her, she gracefully smoothed her skirts and stood up, and suddenly said goodbye to Zars.After she walked away slowly, Zales lowered his voice and said to Edwin: "I think she looks a little strange."

"What's so strange?" Edwin asked back.

Zals couldn't explain clearly, he frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, it just feels unnatural."

Obviously Irene behaved well, except that it was a bit annoying to keep asking them about their identities and work content, she looked like an ordinary young lady in other places——

Wait, there does seem to be something weird about her.

Zals suddenly remembered something. When Irene pestered them to ask questions, she seemed to occasionally turn the ring on her finger uncomfortably, using this movement to cover up her embarrassment.

This was originally a very common movement, but it seemed very unnatural when it appeared on her body.

Erin looked no older than 18, a very young girl, certainly not of legal marriage age.

But why did she wear the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, and there were obvious marks left by wearing the ring all the year round?

When it comes to things that shouldn't be said in public, Zales didn't say this in the restaurant in the end, but told Edwin what he saw after returning to the room.

Edwin took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, nodded and said, "You found out too."

Zals followed him, without a coat so he had nothing to take off, so he took his work ID out of his pocket and put it on the table, then asked, "Why is this happening?"

The room is quite large, and there is a small living room. Edwin sat down on the sofa and handed him the mobile phone Zals left on the sofa.

"The Kilza family doesn't have a lady named Irene at all." Edwin said, "The one just now wasn't Miss Irene, she was Mrs. Winnie."

Zars was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant, and said hesitantly, "But she looks very young?"

He took the mobile phone handed over by Edwin, and at the behest of the other party, he searched the Internet for old photos of Mrs. Winnie when she was young, and was surprised to find that it was almost exactly the same as the "Miss Irene" he had just seen.It's just that the photos on the Internet are more dated. The makeup and clothing are styles that were popular at least ten years ago. This is also the biggest difference from "Miss Irene". They look exactly the same person.

Even biological daughters are unlikely to be similar to this degree, unless they are twins, but Mrs. Winnie's twin sisters should not be more than teens.

Zals looked down at Edwin hesitantly, and seeing the look on Edwin's face, he asked, "Is that why you didn't speak just now?"

Edwin nodded.

"I talk too much, and it's easy to reveal tomorrow." He said.

Zales evaded a few words casually, and if he made a mistake, he could still use the reason that he was a photographer to make up for it. After all, it was Edwin, not him, who would interview Mrs. Winnie tomorrow.As for Edwin, he did not lose his etiquette by not speaking today, so he will naturally have more room to play tomorrow.

"But... how could she be so young? I remember seeing pictures of her before, not like she is now..." Zars still couldn't understand.

"Presumably that's why Mr. Mayor commissioned us to investigate," Edwin said.

He didn't seem to think there was anything strange about Mrs. Winnie's sudden rejuvenation. Only Zals was in a daze and couldn't figure out what was going on.

He thought for a long time, finally shook his head helplessly, and asked Edwin if he wanted to go for a night run.

"No," Edwin yawned, "I'm going to take a shower and rest."

The suite is divided into two bedrooms, inside and outside. Edwin consciously chose the inside one. He had already taken the box in just now, and now he was walking inside while unbuttoning his shirt. It seemed that he really had no interest in the activity of night running.Zals knew that he was sleepy because he hadn't slept for a long time, so he didn't bother him, and planned to change his clothes and go for a walk.

He dug out the sportswear from the box, thankful that he brought this, and when he was about to change in the bathroom, he looked up at Edwin's room by a ghost, and found that the other party had taken off his shirt and was looking for it in the box with his shirt on. thing.The light in the room was not very bright, but the scar that Dozals had accidentally seen before stretched across his back, and Edwin's skin was very fair, so the scar was still very conspicuous.

It was impossible to say that he was not curious, but he ran into him twice accidentally, and he couldn't go up and ask Edwin if he had been hacked by someone.Since the other party didn't tell him what he meant, he accidentally saw that it was already impolite, so it's better not to ask.

Even though he convinced himself like this, Zales couldn't help but think about that scar when he changed his clothes and went downstairs for a night run. It kept lingering in his mind like magic, which was really annoying.

The manor is very large, but except for the building designated to entertain guests, other areas are temporarily closed to allow guests to enter.Zals couldn't run too far, so he could only make do a few laps around the building downstairs, observing the structure of the manor by the way.

When they came, they directly blocked the road leading to other parts, leaving only the road leading to this building to guide all guests to check in smoothly.But the parts other than this building accounted for more than four-fifths of the land area of ​​the manor, most of which were green areas and flower gardens, and there were not many residential buildings. Zals took a look around, and the most let him What I care about is a low house in the southeast corner.Generally speaking, it should be inconspicuous, but this house is built in a corner not far from here, surrounded by plant walls that are half the height of a person, and there is only one way to get there, and the only way is from this building. The back door of the building extends out.

The back door was not open for them to use. There was a sign dedicated to the staff on it, and the path was fenced off, so he couldn't go in and see.Zals thought for a while, pretended that he had just returned from exercising, and asked a maid on the first floor, "Is there a gym here?"

"Yes," the maid pointed him in the direction, "it's on the first floor, you can see the sign of the gym when you go to the end of the corridor."

Zals guessed right, it happened to be the direction leading to the back door.

When he first came here in the afternoon, he found out that there was a gymnasium here. When he walked around to the back of the building, he guessed that the location of the back door should be near the gymnasium, and he was right.

Under the watchful eye of the maid, he walked in the direction she pointed, and he found the gym at the end of the corridor.

And the back door that was locked and handcuffed from the inside.