Chapter 4

After that week, everything went smoothly.

Because Emma and Mary were cute, they were still often called over by Lady Emilia to serve, while Louis and Hailey secretly observed the manor's structure during air-time.

After returning at night, they would gather together to summarize the results.

After a few days, Emma didn't know where she got a large number of forks and iron tools that were obviously pried off, and Louis quickly used these to make tools that looked like iron claws—thanks to the various short videos from his past life; although he often only collected them and didn't watch them, the various miscellaneous information still remained in his brain.

"The yard has been checked; there is a small amount of tree cover in the northeast corner, and the yard wall is relatively the lowest, which is the best choice."

"Good, then let's practice the human ladder again, and then start looking for an opportunity."

It must be said that a group of children building a human ladder, in terms of flexibility and weight, was completely fine, but it looked a bit funny.

Hailey was the oldest and was at the bottom, followed by Louis, then Emma, and Mary was at the top; the four people swayed and often fell, but even Mary didn't cry out.

After this kidnapping and beating, they had grown somewhat.

Time passed steadily and slowly, and the plan went very smoothly, only occasionally, Emma and Hailey would find Louis facing the wall, growling and cursing with a ferocious face, and the vocabulary in his mouth was completely different from the language they only knew "shit"...

Forgive them for their small vocabulary; until now, it was hard to imagine how those vicious languages, spreading from the other party's mother to the eighteenth generation of ancestors, were thought of.

It was simply too terrifying!

Especially the youngest, Mary; the look in her eyes when she looked at Louis at this time was filled with fear.

Something special happened today.

Night.

Not long after the four had fallen asleep, Hailey, who was closest to the door, woke up suddenly, woke Emma, Louis, and Mary, and tiptoed to the door, sticking her ear to listen.

*Clatter... clatter... *

*Click! *

*Creak... *

The sound of the door bolt turning was right opposite!

Afterward, there were footsteps that were hard to hear, very faint, and quickly disappeared.

"Carola and the others opposite have escaped."

"They actually know how to pick locks?"

"What should we do now?"

"This is a good thing," Emma suddenly laughed.

That cute little face had a smile, but at this moment, it looked strangely dark no matter how you looked at it.

"No matter how much we plan, it's not as good as someone else doing it once. If they successfully escape, they will definitely leave traces; if they fail, they can also provide us with lessons."

"Now, we should go back to sleep and wait for tomorrow to come."

Louis looked at Emma in surprise, then nodded without hesitation. "That's right."

Hailey also nodded after a brief hesitation; only Mary was worried about the safety of Carola and the others, but she couldn't say anything or do anything.

Fifteen minutes later.

*Waaaaah!!! *

A shrill scream resounded throughout the manor, and everyone woke up in an instant.

Louis and the four also opened their eyes suddenly; they hadn't fallen asleep.

Soon, one door after another opened, and Nuel brought the children out with an unkind expression; vaguely, Louis saw fresh blood on the other party's cuffs, and his heart sank.

In the hall, oil lamps were burning.

In the center, four curled-up children were making low moans, their heavy breathing like they were fighting for air, just like a broken bellows.

Emilia was in a nightgown, full of anger; seeing that everyone had arrived, her eyes rolled back suddenly.

An invisible force appeared.

*Boom! *

That tearing low moan disappeared instantly, replaced by the fine sound of a squeezer pressing oil.

Grease, blood, fat...

*Ugh! *

Vomiting, crying, and screaming followed one after another.

"This is the end of running away. Nine years old—as long as someone meets my standards, then everyone can live; otherwise, just be like them."

"Go, Nuel."

Nuel supported Emilia as she slowly walked up to the attic, heading toward the room.

After a while, everyone actually returned to their rooms spontaneously.

Sitting on the sofa, Louis's face was ugly.

That move by the other party just now was truly terrifying; it must absolutely not be confronted head-on! And how did the other party discover the escape of Carola and the four? If this point wasn't figured out, the subsequent plan couldn't be used.

Damn it, why are my cheats just some small tricks!

Forget it, thinking about this is useless; since the other party's ability is so powerful, then when escaping, being chased cannot be considered; it must be more secure.

"Mary, how much longer until the hidden room can be found?"

Mary, who was still in a daze, responded immediately upon hearing the sound. "Soon, I've already calculated most of it, and the approximate location can already be determined."

"Good, then the first plan is paused; let's proceed with the second plan first."

Seeing that Louis could still make decisions and remain calm, the emotions of the other three finally eased a bit.

This night, no one slept well.

The next day.

When Louis and the others were cleaning the hall and the pool of residue with mops, Mary suddenly tugged at his hem.

Using the excuse of cleaning, and with the cover of Emma and Hailey, Mary pulled Louis to a direction at the corner of the attic and carefully walked into one of the rooms. "It's here; I calculated that the hidden room is in this position, but I can't find the door."

Louis scanned with his eyes quickly, while saying in his mouth, "You go back first; you and Emma might be called by the old witch, and it will be troublesome if she finds you missing."

"Are you alone? It's too dangerous." Mary was a bit worried.

"Don't nag." Louis frowned.

Mary nodded aggrievedly and tiptoed out.

An ordinary room with a framed oil painting, a bed, a cabinet, and a dressing table.

The space was limited, and the items placed were also limited; there weren't many places to hide...

Louis narrowed his eyes, opened the wardrobe—nothing; touched under the bed—nothing.

Moving the oil painting, a crude single-push door appeared.

Louis smiled. "Sure enough, there's a problem."

Afterward, Louis took out a candle, lit it, and walked in.

The candle was also one of the things prepared these days; as for the adventure of going in, he had already considered it before searching, so naturally, he wouldn't hesitate when it came to it.

The stairs went all the way down; the environment was dark, and he could only rely on the faint candlelight to illuminate, but soon, electric light appeared ahead; the light was very faint, but it still illuminated the road.

Following the stairs down, he turned a corner.

Louis finally saw the end; it was a small basement filled with all kinds of things!

More importantly, opposite this small basement was another staircase, and there was a faint light!

This was very likely another exit.

But before Louis could continue forward, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ground at the entrance of the basement.

(End of this chapter)