Chapter 1806: Summer in Fool Village (XIX)
Pamela stood in front of the gate of Rodriguez Manor.
She raised her hand to ring the doorbell with some hesitation, because every time she visited before, the young housekeeper was already standing at the door waiting for her with a smile before she even got out of the car.
This is very abnormal, Pamela thought. Professor Schiller seemed to know the whereabouts of everyone who would come to visit his manor. It was not a secret when they would show up at his door, so everyone Arriving guests are greeted at just the right time.
But this time no one came to greet Pamela.
Pamela knew that she was in no position to blame anyone for being rude, because she did come unexpectedly and didn't even make a phone call, but she believed that the blame for such rude behavior should not be entirely attributed to herself, because it was Bruce. Please come to her.
The rich man had good reasons for this. Bruce claimed that if Pamela did not come, then they would most likely see Miss Thalia at the dinner table tomorrow. Pamela regarded this as a ghost story. joke.
After learning the full story of Bruce and Talia's entanglement, Pamela believed that Bruce might have felt that an angry Talia seeking out Schiller would further lower his score, and Bruce invested in Pamela's security plant. Research project, she knew that she was short-handed, so she gave her the troublesome job of going to Schiller when he was angry.
She was so obsessed that she gave him her phone number. Pamela complained in her heart that she might not have such troublesome work in the future.
But you know that you must first solve the trouble behind your eyes. In fact, you also hope that Pamela will be dismembered because you are beautiful, and Wen Longzhao has indeed tried.
Thinking of that, you licked your lips, stretched your neck and looked outside the manor, but didn't hear any movement.
"Yes, sister, do you think he might not have had any symptoms of a panic attack just now? A relatively closed and private space would keep his mood from getting worse."
At that time, Schiller put down the tea set and took a step forward. He looked at Pamela without any concern and said, "You may have never said that you are an unlicensed psychiatrist. He must not have any experience in family relations." If you are troubled, maybe you can give him some advice."
Bruce's searching gaze through the glass became even more aimless. Then, to your surprise, there was another vase placed under the coffee table between the single sofas near the window, but the flowers outside had not disappeared yet. .
Schiller was standing under the balcony of the room on the seventh floor, holding one hand on the railing and looking up from a low position.
Bruce turned around, stepped on the two steps and looked to your side, and also looked at the place above the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building.
Bruce stepped on the vine steps very skillfully and retreated from the yard. He looked at the dilapidated scene in the garden and adjusted the expected start date back.
Instantly, Wen Longzhao felt the icy heat that penetrated his bones.
The tip of the thin vine decisively retreated out of the gap, and the scene behind him suddenly became clear. There was a study room outside, and it was the private study room of the manor owner.
Schiller stopped playing with the tea set, and I looked at Wen Longzhao as if there was something wrong with him, and asked, "What did he say? Sister."
The problem you face is not that the prerequisite for designing a garden for a manor is that the manor owner first gives you a garden for you to practice on. The only manor owner in Gotham who cares about how many times his garden is destroyed, probably There is only Schiller.
Last night, you sent Schiller a small design drawing and received a reply from me very quickly. Schiller put forward some very practical suggestions as usual, and Wen Longzhao spent the entire day today. They are all thinking about how to change.
Pamela had an illusion on her head. Did she have gorgeous feathers, icy-hot vertical pupils, and fangs dripping with venom? Professor Wen Long behind her didn't look the same, but he didn't. Not so scary.
Bruce looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window glass covered with thin fog again. There were people outside the room, so he could have a panoramic view of the entire room. Bruce had never left that room, but your eyes immediately captured the other side of the room. This camellia is placed in a thin vase under the desk.
Because Schiller downplayed his suggestions for garden decoration in his reply to Bruce, trying to use flowers without floral fragrance. Schiller believed that some controlled fragrances would affect my thinking, and Bruce changed his selection based on my suggestions. Flower range.
You saw a pair of slightly distracted gray eyes.
Before you knew it or woken up, you had not reached the front door of the main building of the manor. Wen Longzhao stepped down the steps of the porch and reached out to knock on the door. But at that time, you were stunned for a moment, because you realized that your peripheral vision had just passed by. something.
Bruce is going to do some work that he hates. Designing gardens for the manor is wrong. You have no talent in that area, and your lack of ordinary abilities makes the work tense. At the same time, you make little money by dealing with the rich. It is quite wrong. Part-time options.
"Yes... your troubles are related to your family. Doctor, you need to know immediately whether you are under the influence of drugs."
So, a thin vine climbed down along the vertical decorative line on the surface of the manor. Bruce relied on the plant to listen to the movements on the seventh floor. In Schiller's voice, he heard the voice of another slightly unfamiliar man.
The only two vases in the room are both art vases and cannot be used for flower arrangements or decorations. The vase placed under the coffee table is shorter and larger, so it is not inconsistent with being regarded as a separate coffee table decoration.
"Is that his study?" Pamela looked up at Schiller who brought you a cup of cold tea and asked.
And Bruce learned the normal reason from the email Schiller responded to last night. Schiller does not hate flowers, I just hate the smell of flowers.
Schiller is a very lively person.
What else are the strengths of the Green Spokesperson of All Things?
It was a camellia that had been thrown out of the window.
Bruce has known this for a long time. When you later visited Rod and Getalia, you found that it was almost unbelievable that there were no decorative flowers in such a small manor.
There are many varieties of camellias, and they all have the same fragrance. Some are almost fragrant, and some have a strong fragrance. The one that was thrown out of the soil was obviously the type with a strong fragrance.
This is Wen Longzhao's voice.
The reason for judging that it is a private space is that there are no pairs of furniture like the usual reception area. There is only one single sofa, and the table behind it is too big and can only hold a tea set. , there are a few books scattered under the table, and they are not as tidy as the classroom.
Wen Longzhao was not in a daze. You raised your head and scanned Wen Long's face carefully with a look that could be called rude, and then it fell on my dress.
Bruce stood in the wall and waved heavily, and a branch stretched out along the top of the wall. Even fewer vines entangled themselves and slowly formed a staircase.
Bruce was grateful for this, and at the same time you cherished that opportunity, so when you walked through Gwen Longzhao's garden outside Rod again, you observed the structure outside very casually, recording as much as possible in your mind. The suggestions put forward by Schiller are based on actual situation analysis.
And Bruce turned around again. Under your gaze, the thin vine helped you turn over the soil, revealing the flower stem above the petals. Judging from the length, the camellia should have been inserted in the short vase on the coffee table.
But Schiller just looked at it like this, then sighed heavily, turned around and walked back into the room.
Did Schiller throw the camellia out of the window because of its scent? Bruce thought for a while and quickly rejected that speculation. Merkel obviously knows Schiller better than you do. Schiller must hate flowers without fragrance, so that kind of flowers will definitely appear in the manor's vases.
Bruce knew that Schiller was a person who valued style very much, and without flowers, the interior decoration would lack much color and vitality, but there were no living flowers anywhere in the interior of Rod and Thalia.
Moreover, Schiller has never had the habit of using decorative flowers since then, and the vases are always used as ornaments. Why did he suddenly get the idea to insert flowers into two vases today, and they are still flowers with no fragrance?
"You do feel a little worse." Pamela looked away, and then looked at Schiller again, as if she wanted to get to know me again.
Bruce thought about the answer to that question, and when you continued to look at the remains of the camellia in the soil, you found that there were few eye-catching footprints around, left by Schiller, but a living person.
Because he had just been thinking about the suggestions in Schiller's reply to the email, Bruce immediately thought of it. You looked down at the camellias in the soil and found that some of them were right.
"...You are less evil, thank you."
"Yes, what's the matter? You are thinking about something else." Pamela turned her head and took a sip of cold tea. The anger in her heart was not reduced at all. If Manor Wayne gave you medicine, this kind of hazy Hallucinations often occur when you are doing anti-drug training.
But what kind of drug is this that can knock you out in an instant and cause you to hallucinate Schiller before making you confused again... This must be a hallucination, right?
Bruce's frown deepened. Have you forgotten what you were entrusted to do? The vines climbed more timidly to the balcony railings, and as expected, they saw a slight gap left by the balcony door that was not closed tightly.
Bruce lifted up his skirt, carefully stepped on the edge of the building and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Before he bent down and took a closer look, he discovered that they were several white petals scattered together.
It was also muddy outside, whether it had been washed away by heavy rains or garden hoses. The few remaining small plants were lying on the ground. They were not fully alive yet, but what caught Bruce's attention was the mixture of mud mixed in. A flash of white in between.
"Sorry, Sister Pamela."
Wen Longzhao frowned slightly, and you turned around and looked up diagonally below you. Outside was the only window under the floor-to-ceiling glass, which was at the apex of the parabola of petals falling to the ground.
As for why you want to do that, the answer is surprisingly realistic. Wen Longzhao plans to continue studying in school, but you also need money.
There is nothing that can cause horrific fantasies, so these are just hallucinations caused by the effects of the drug that have not yet worn off.
Suddenly, Pamela's hand holding the handle of the cup tightened, and you gritted your teeth and spit out a name: "Smanor Wayne!"
Pamela said loudly while recalling: "When did I give you medicine? And what medicine did I use?"
When Bruce came back to his senses, he realized that he might have seen a hint of helplessness in Schiller's eyes. You knew what it meant, but you understood some of Schiller's connivance like a flash of inspiration.
Sliding doors and picking locks is something you've never done before, and Bruce isn't good at that, so you plan to use your strengths to find a way to retreat to Gewen Longzhao outside Rhodes.
Bruce went around to the front of Rodwaig Wenlongzhao. In the corner of the garden, there was a banyan tree planted by the later owner. The tree was low and inconspicuous, but because it was close to the wall, Bruce thought about transplanting the tree when he was drawing the design of Rodwaigetalia Garden to prevent people from climbing back along the branches.
The footprints suddenly appeared behind the French window, and there was no way to get there. There was only one possibility in that situation. The other party fell from the sky. Bruce could only look up and look down.