The absence of dirt and thieves here can be explained by the dog, but how did the dog survive?
Does it eat grass?
Hitzfeld paced back and forth in the living room while listening to their discussion.
I can only say that this is indeed an old house.
From the room layout to the decoration style, it is full of traces of time. The wall panels are not covered with anything and are the same dull color as the floor.
Xia Yibing opened the curtains, and a large cloud of dust and several large spiders fell. She stepped on all the spiders that didn't escape, and opened the windows on both sides to ventilate the room, so that people in the room would feel more comfortable.
In the corner there was a spinning machine covered with a cloth.
There is a wooden shoe cabinet at the door.
There is a square table against the wall, with several chairs neatly tucked inside the table, which is covered with dust like the table top.
Hitzfeld walked over to the spinning machine and saw a small square carved out of the wall with something like a picture frame inside.
The reason why it is said to be similar is that this thing is completely covered by dust and cobwebs, and not even the slightest bit of its original appearance can be seen.
She picked it up, wiped off the dust on the border, and could see the texture of the wood frame underneath.
So dirty...
Moreover, the efficiency is very low.
After thinking about it, she handed the thing to her follower.
"Woooo..."
The big dog shrugged its ears and turned its head away, not paying any attention to the bird.
Hitzfeld hadn't expected it to lick it, and just as he was about to sacrifice his sleeve, he felt his skirt being pulled.
Looking down, it’s a big dog.
It dragged another strip of lining cloth out from under the cloth covering the sewing machine.
This one is cleaner and perfect for wiping things.
Are you mature?
Patting its head was considered a reward, and Hitzfeld wiped the photo frame with a lining cloth, revealing a black and white photo of a family of three.
Two adults and one child.
She doesn't know adults, but she knows children.
One can vaguely make out the punchable face of the young Villefort.
Chapter 84 Harvest
The man was dressed in formal attire, his hair was finely tied to the back of his head, his face was rigidly handsome, his eye sockets were deep, and his oval face looked intimidating without even being angry.
The woman was wearing a summer off-shoulder lady's long dress. She had short hair that was neither too long nor too long and just reached her chin. She had bright white teeth and a brilliant smile as she looked at the camera.
In the photo, Villefort stood between the two people with a chubby little face. He reached out and grabbed the hands of the two adults and put them together in front of his chest, with a hint of satisfaction on his face as if he had succeeded in a prank.
"Xia, come and look at this."
Hitzfeld called Xia Yibing over and handed her the photo frame.
"Do you know these two adults?"
"I don't know them." Xia Yibing carefully identified them and then slowly shook her head, "The younger one should be Batty... these should be his parents, but they existed too long ago. I don't know their appearance or the rumors about them."
"Let me see." A plainclothes man with a mustache walked forward and stuck his head out.
Hitzfeld had not held out hope, but then he saw the man's eyes widen and he shouted in astonishment: "I recognize them! The Wests! They are - the once notorious anti-Japanese evildoers!"
what did he say?
This time, even Prince Gaunt was surprised. He ran over and took a look at the photo frame. He shook his head and sighed, "I... did hear Vesta say that Villefort was not qualified to be the director of Shadow Lion, but I never knew the truth was like this..."
"Don't mind, Your Highness." Hitzfeld quickly regained his composure. "I think every director of the Security Bureau should be directly appointed by the current King Sarah."
"Yes... that's right..."
"That doesn't matter. His Majesty must know about this matter, but the fact that he is willing to trust him speaks volumes about the situation."
She has a point.
Gaunt nodded.
Indeed, although Vesta taught him many lessons, his best teacher was undoubtedly his father.
My father must have his reasons for doing this. Besides, Villefort has been serving as the director for nearly forty years and has made countless contributions. It doesn't make sense that he is being tried now in the name of "the blood of sinners."
He must have seen through this and led them here.
That's pretty gutsy of you, Batty.
Despite this, Gunter still felt a little unhappy.
I have been the director for such a long time, and yet I have concealed this news until now, and released it in this way.
Aren’t you afraid that I will punish him according to the rules?
On the other side, Xia Yibing stood there in a daze.
She remembered her resentment towards the fat man in prison.
And after knowing Ethan's life experience, he also had a vague resentment towards Ethan.
No matter what the motive was, it was indeed a deception. It would be a lie to say that there was no resentment at all. It was just that the tacit understanding and trust developed over the years made most people in the team remain silent and did not bring up the topic completely.
And they really are working hard to save Ethan.
But now that she knew the secret, she was shaken and began to wonder if Villefort went to such lengths to help Ethan...was it because Ethan's experience was very similar to his own?
Although he also carries the blood of a sinner, Batti-Villefort has been trusted to serve as director for so many years.
When he is in the most difficult time, will there be a "Bati Villefort" to help him?
But how can they be sure that they won’t make mistakes?
After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't convince herself that this was the right choice.
It’s fine to say that you believe in human nature...if it really happens, everyone will be happy to see it. However, her years of experience in investigating cases have taught her that a miracle is a miracle because it is very difficult to happen.
When it comes to an important department like Shadow Lion, the people who are entrusted with trust are Batty and Ethan. They can prove that the other party is not wrong about the person, but what if it is someone else?
She could understand Villefort and what he wanted to convey in this way.
If all the disputes can be settled and Ethan is eventually cleared of suspicion, he will definitely be loyal to Wang Quan and become a strong contender for the next director.
But no matter how you look at it, this approach is too unprofessional.
How can you compare rules and regulations with personal feelings? This is nonsense...
Defining this action in her mind, she saw Hitzfeld walk to the corner, pick up a dusty ball and walk towards the window.
"Aisun..."
Before she could finish her question, she saw the girl throw the ball out with force.
"what are you doing?"
The plainclothes officer with a small mustache leaned over to the window in horror.
"That's someone else's yard! Are you crazy!?"
He heard it clearly. After the ball fell into a bush, it obviously knocked over something, and there was a very crisp sound of broken glass.
Although they have enough money to pay compensation, isn't that just useless?
"I'm not crazy." Hitzfeld replied calmly.
"I'm just looking for someone to feed the dog."
The dog feeder...
The others were stunned for a moment, then reacted - indeed, the owner had not come back but the dog was still alive. Excluding the possibility that the animal was eating grass, it must be someone feeding it.
"How did you determine that?"
Prince Gaunt stared at the girl.
Hitzfeld nodded his chin.
Gaunt walked to the window and looked down, and soon discovered that the vegetation adjacent to the iron fence next door was growing particularly lush in several places.
Traces of feeding and watering or excretion and irrigation...
Gaunt pouted and glanced at the girl again.
Some things really need to be handled by professionals.
He discovered it and had no choice but to accept it.
There was the sound of a door opening behind the bushes and iron bars.
Then there was the sound of footsteps.
Not long after, they saw a "shrew" appear behind them, holding the shriveled ball with one hand on her waist, looking like she was looking for someone to settle the score.
"terribly sorry--"
Hitzfeld spoke first.
"We were asked by Batti Villefort to take care of the house. We met this dog on the way—"
She lowered her head, still thinking about how to lift the dog up to show the other person, when the big dog consciously climbed onto the windowsill and revealed its furry head.
Now the shrew saw it clearly, and as expected, her face looked much better.
"So that's it."
"But what do you mean by smashing my water bottle? You have to pay for it!"
"Of course, ma'am, we'll talk about it later."
Another minute later, they came downstairs and talked with the shrew across the iron fence.
"So you were the one feeding the dog when he was away."
"Yes! He never came back, so I fed him some leftovers, and he ate them well."
"When did he move in?"
"A long time ago. This is his old house. A family must have lived here a long time ago, but I don't know when he became the only one. He was still very young at that time."
"How often does he usually come back?"
“The time varies. Sometimes it’s three or four years, sometimes it’s one or two years.”
"When was the last time you came back?"
"About... a year ago? I don't know. Sometimes he just came back to see Lily, and he didn't live here. He would leave right after he came. I may not even have any impression of him."
"Lily?"
"that's it."
The woman pointed at the big gray dog.
"The dog's name."
Hitzfeld felt absurd.
Just then, she felt the big dog called "Lily" rubbing against her hand again.
No...it seemed to be holding something in its mouth and trying to put it into her hand.
Without making any sound, the girl put the thing into her sleeve and stroked it to feel its shape.
Thin and long.
Kind of like that.
A fountain pen.
Chapter 3 Bathing Together to Pay Off Debt
