"Excuse me, Mrs. Winnie, I'll take the photographer back to prepare for tomorrow's interview."

He seemed to be in a hurry to go out, he couldn't even change his clothes, and he appeared here wearing a dark green silk nightgown.Although he could wear a nightgown all day on No. 179, it was the first time Zals had seen him appear in front of outsiders like this when he was used to the neat and elegant Edwin outside.

He didn't even comb his hair, it was like he just got up and ran out.

Surprised to be surprised, Zals didn't stay still, rolled away and stood up after pushing Irene, before the latter could react, he picked up the dagger she threw on the ground, and pointed at Aileen who was standing at the door. Devon ran.

He was injured and still moved quickly. Even though Irene didn't match her actual age, she was still a girl with a girlish appearance. When she wanted to chase her, her prey had already fled back to Edwin's side.She got up from the ground in some embarrassment. She didn't care to straighten the blood-stained and messy skirt. She stretched out her hand to Zars and hurriedly said, "Give it back to me!"

Zars was stunned for a moment, and then realized belatedly that she was referring to the dagger in his hand.

He picked it up because he was afraid that Irene would continue to cause bloodshed with the dagger, and of course it is impossible to return it to her readily. He first checked that the girl in the bathtub was still alive, and then raised his head to negotiate with her: "Now Call her a doctor and I can handle this without calling the police."

"Call the police?" Irene raised her eyebrows, as if she heard some joke, "Do you think the police will come here to handle the case?"

The person who answered her this time became Edwin: "Why not?"

He was still wearing a nightgown, and he looked out of place standing with Zars in a tattered vest. One looked like a nobleman who had just woken up from a [-]-square-meter bed, and the other looked like he had just come out of a military movie and just got out of the hands of gangsters. A retired special soldier who rescued an innocent girl.Both of them don't match the painting style of this evil god's altar-like room, and Irene, who is covered in blood and started laughing shrillly, is very suitable for this place.

She smiled and glanced at Edwin, seeing that he didn't intend to move, so she continued: "Since you know who I am, you can naturally think why no one came."

"Are you implying that the York City Police Department has something to do with you?" Edwin also smiled, and said calmly, "This is not something that can be said casually to reporters, it will have a negative impact on Mr. Mayor's political career. Unimaginably huge impact."

"Who cares how he is."

Erin rolled her eyes, but did not deny his hypothesis.Edwin and Zals glanced at each other indiscriminately, and both understood that this was not the first time such an incident had happened.

No wonder the mayor wanted to bypass her to contact them privately. It seemed that his wife had completely lost control, couldn't listen to what he had to say, and didn't need his shade to cover up the crimes she committed.

That being the case, they don't need to continue going around in circles, they can get straight to the point without any scruples.

Edwin took two steps forward, and Irene looked at him vigilantly; "What are you going to do?"

She took another dagger from the table--this table was full of various sharp weapons and containers with dried blood, which looked like a workbench she used to torture others and let blood--as if she didn't want to He took two steps back as if he had physical contact with Edwin.The latter didn't take it seriously, and raised her legs and continued to move forward, until she was pushed to the edge of the wall step by step before stopping.

Irene held the dagger in front of her body, but she didn't dare to stab him lightly. She first glanced at Zals behind him, and then immediately turned her gaze back to Edwin.

It was also because of this action that Zals suddenly discovered that Irene looked at him and Edwin differently.When Irene looked at him, she was relaxed, as if she was looking at the prey she was determined to win, and there was a fake girl-like sweetness in her eyes.And when she looked at Edwin, she looked at a scorpion with a poisonous sting vigilantly. Although she was high above her, if the scorpion wanted to hurt her, it would raise its tail and kill her in the next second.

Edwin slowly pushed her into a corner, and hadn't made any further moves yet, but Irene had already begun to be jealous of him, and her attention was no longer pinned on Zals.Zals breathed a sigh of relief, not worried about Edwin's safety, so he turned around and tore off the tablecloth beside him, covered the girl's body in the bathtub with it, and then briefly checked her physical condition.He has only learned some simple first aid techniques, but the girl in front of him has fallen into a deep coma, and there is no obvious trauma on the body surface, except for the half-healed wound on the wrist.

If the bathtub and the people in it were in other places, Zals might suspect that the girl committed suicide repeatedly, but combined with the furnishings in the room and Irene's performance just now, he had to suspect that she was illegally detained by Irene, and most of the wounds were Made by Erin.

The wound seemed to be caused by the dagger he picked up. There were traces of repeated cuts. The surface layer was actually showing a tendency to heal, but there was still bright red flesh and blood in the center, which was obviously reworked just today.Zals touched the wound lightly, but she didn't have any intention of waking up.

The girl looked no older than 18 years old. If she hadn't closed her eyes tightly, and the skin all over her body was pale due to excessive blood loss and long-term soaking in water, she should be a pretty young girl.

Now that the vest had been cut by Irene, Zars simply took it off, tore out a strip of cloth to cover the girl's wound, and then carried her out of the water together with the tablecloth.

Her body was cold and unconscious. If it wasn't for her slight breathing and heartbeat, she would look no different than dead.Thinking of what Irene did to him just now, Zals frowned, suspecting that all the blood from the girl's wound might have entered Irene's stomach.

This habit of drinking human blood is not what normal human beings should have. What has affected her?

Zals placed the girl on the carpet next to him, then stood up to look at Edwin, who was still standing with his back to him, but Irene in front of him was no longer the same as before.

She no longer looked like a young and beautiful girl, her young and tight skin gradually became loose, and even though the exquisite makeup on her face remained unchanged, she could already see an obvious old appearance.

Now she does look exactly like the photos on the Internet, no matter how you look at it, she is Mrs. Winnie herself, unlike before, she can lie about being the niece of Mayor Kilsa to deceive people like Zars Ignorant guests.

Zals didn't know what Edwin had done to her. Anyway, Irene... no, Mrs. Winnie looked very angry, and stabbed him with a dagger.

"give me back--!!!"

Her voice was sharp, and it even sounded like a metal collision. In addition, she was wearing a bloody white dress and holding a dagger like she was crazy.

In other words, she might have already gone crazy.

Who would confine a girl in a room and repeatedly cut her wrist every day to draw blood?

After all, she looked very abnormal, Zals subconsciously wanted to remind Edwin to be careful not to touch his hands, and was about to speak, but Edwin waved his hand at him, and then snapped his fingers casually.

As if attacked by some external force, Mrs. Winnie fell to the ground in embarrassment before she could touch Edwin.She clutched her ankle, looked up at Edwin angrily, as if she knew what he had done, and said sharply: "How dare you do this, I am Lord Beritan's—"

"What is a Beritan?"

Edwin glanced at her without changing his expression, and immediately averted his eyes as if he was disgusted. He signaled Zals to take the girl out for rescue first, and he lifted the girl up after the latter picked up the girl and left the room. Stepping on Mrs. Winnie's fingers supporting the ground, her face showed an unchanging indifference.

The finger stepped on by him was burning hot, and Mrs. Winnie screamed and raised the dagger to stab him, but the sharp dagger, which was so sharp that it would bleed at the touch, seemed to hit an invisible wall, making a piercing sound .

Edwin looked around the room and raised his eyebrows when he saw those strangely shaped sculptures. Even though he had just entered the room not long ago, he already knew what secret Mrs. Winnie had.

Beritan, an evil god born of water, has seaweed-like long green hair and a graceful figure. He loves the blood of young girls and handsome young men, and often snatches his prey from the water's edge.She is evil in nature, weak in power but good at deceiving people. In some small villages in the southern provinces, there are still many her followers.

Things like this level are indeed far from being able to attract his attention.

Edwin let go of Mrs. Winnie's foot, bent down and looked at the terrified woman, and whispered, "Even if she is here, don't try to touch my people."

Zars returned to the first floor of the villa with the girl in his arms, and asked the maid who showed him the way to call an ambulance. The girl in her arms lost her voice: "Irene!"

Zars was stunned for a moment, looked down at the girl who was still in a coma, and asked, "Her name is Irene?"

The maid nodded and explained to him incoherently. Zals managed to piece together some information from her words: the girl's name is Irene, and she is one of the orphans adopted by Mrs. Winnie. Not yet of age.She was supposed to take the entrance exam last month, but she suddenly disappeared a few days before the exam. Everyone called the police, but they still haven't gotten any clues about her until today.

"God, why is she here..." The maid reached out and touched her face worriedly, and ran to the room with the phone to call an ambulance for her.

Zals didn't dare to leave the girl, for fear of other accidents, even if Mrs. Winnie already had Edwin to deal with it, what if there were other accomplices here?The girl was pitiful enough, he didn't want to see her go out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den.

He put the girl on the sofa on the first floor, sat down beside him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, the wound on his chest started to hurt again. After the maid came back from the phone call, she brought a medicine box and a large male coat. Zars thanked her, took the coat and put it on, and began to treat the wound by herself.

"How did you find Irene? Has she been in the manor all along?"

Regarding the details of the process of rescuing the girl, Zals didn't know how to explain it to her. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he evaded a few words casually, thinking about what kind of lie he should tell to fool her, when he saw A Devin came from the end of the corridor.

"Ah--"

He was about to call the other person's name, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell face down to the ground.

Under the surprised gaze of the maid, Zars passed out straight away.

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