Chapter 1923 U: Beyond the Big 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 party 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 Ploh family's self-immolation. 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 he 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 said with a hoarse voice, "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."

When it comes to her mother, Isabel lowered her eyes, clenched her pencil and said, "She also knew what they were doing. She told her family, so they all died. She is a stupid woman."

"Hancock instigated your father, right?" Schiller reached out and touched Isabel's head, and said, "One day he appeared as someone your father trusted and admired, and showed his appreciation for your father's eldest son Owen."

"And he sent him there." 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, and I knew he was bewitched."

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

Isabel looked up at Schiller, and Schiller 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, and no one knows who his father is." Isabel turned her head away and said, "But one day he overheard my parents' conversation and knew that he was not his biological child, and then he began to become worse and worse."

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

"And my father was stupid, greedy and short-sighted." Isabel gritted her teeth and said: "He was worried that he would go to hell if he raped his own 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 the cult, 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 won't 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 nice guy 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 praised.

"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.

"Is this really a reward 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 said with some trembling: "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 frowned. 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 thought of something suddenly. 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 anyone could put a crocodile in the mud without making a sound, then it would probably be 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 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 seemed to understand something and looked down at Henry. Schiller patted her shoulder and said, "Go find your little sister, and you should stand on the scene and watch this big show."

Isabel, who was standing in the hall, retracted her thoughts. She saw Hancock lying on the ground with more air coming out and less air coming in. The moment he saw Henry's body, his face was ashen.

At this moment, Isabel felt relaxed all over her body, but soon her eyes fell on the body of the old housekeeper next to her, and she clenched her fists angrily again.

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

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"Want to know who killed him?"

Isabel looked up and found that Schiller was standing beside her again, and the servants next to her had already gone busy due to the complicated situation.

Isabel looked at the corpse again and nodded vigorously, while Schiller knelt down and said to her: "I will 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, with Batman repairing the phone lines and the police department sending a helicopter over to handle such a major case.

The bodies should be collected and the arrests should be made, as if the matter had just passed.

Just after the chaos ended, the servants led the guests to leave. The black male servant walked to Schiller and asked if they still wanted to leave together. Schiller nodded and followed the male servant, while Batman and Na Tasha and the others followed.

Regardless of whether the killer is Hancock or Nihilet, everything is over, but Batman, walking in the dim corridor of the manor, has been thinking, what is the special ability of this killer?

He originally thought that Hancock would jump over the wall to show off his special abilities, but until he was taken away by the police, he had no reaction.

Suddenly, Batman felt a chill in his heart.

At this time, the black manservant who was walking at the front paused.

He slowly turned around and showed a cruel smile. The five-pointed star symbol in his eyes lit up. In an instant, blazing flames surrounded the entire corridor.

Natasha took a breath and shouted: "We were cheated! This is actually..."

Before she finished her words, an ax suddenly appeared above the head of the menacing flame murderer. With a "click", the brains exploded and half of the murderer's head was cut off.

Everyone was shocked by this turn of events.

The figure of the priest holding an ax was revealed behind the murderer's slowly falling body.

Isabel also slowly walked out of the room. She looked at the flames in surprise, then looked at the priest and said, "It's this manservant who has been abusing me! Thank you, priest, for coming back to save me!"

After saying that, Isabel threw herself into the priest's arms and cried loudly, while the remaining people were all a little confused.

On the bus leaving the manor, Natasha finally couldn't help but asked in confusion: "So the Nehlet family is completely a cover, and the real murderer is just an inconspicuous manservant? But how did you figure it out? ?Schiller?"

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

Beibao slowly opened his eyes, and now he began to understand why Natasha said that Schiller was not pretending.

Besides the terrifying murderer, who else could study the murderer's thoughts so thoroughly?

Thinking of this, Beibat sat down at the furthest distance from Schiller at lightning speed, turned his head, and glared at Batman and Natasha.