Chapter 1770: Summer in Fool's Village (19)

Pamela stood in front of the gate of Rodriguez Manor.

Her action of raising her hand to press the doorbell carried a hint of hesitation, because every previous visit, she hadn't even gotten out of the car, and that young butler was already standing at the door waiting for her with a smile.

This is very abnormal, Pamela thought. Professor Shiler seems to have an understanding of the whereabouts of everyone who will come to visit his manor. It is not a secret when they will appear at his door, so every guest who arrives will be greeted at the appropriate time.

But this time, no one came to greet Pamela.

Pamela knew she had no position to blame anyone for being rude, because she was indeed visiting suddenly, and didn't even make a phone call. But she thought that the blame for such a rude act shouldn't be entirely attributed to herself, because Bruce asked her to come.

This billionaire had sufficient reasons for this. Bruce claimed that if Pamela didn't come, they might see Miss Talia at the dining table tomorrow. Pamela took this as a ghost-story-like joke.

After understanding the entire process of Bruce and Talia's entanglement, Pamela thought that Bruce might feel that an angry Talia finding Shiler would further lower his score, and Bruce invested in Pamela's security plant research project. She knew she had taken money and was short-handed, so she threw the troublesome task of finding him during Shiler's anger to her.

I must have been possessed by a ghost to give him my phone number, Pamela complained in her heart. I'm afraid there will be many such troublesome tasks in the future.

But she knew she had to solve this trouble in front of her first. Actually, she didn't want Talia to be dismembered either, because she was beautiful, and Pamela really hadn't tried it.

Thinking of this, she licked her lips, stretched her neck to look into the manor, but didn't hear any movement.

Picking locks is a bit too much, and Pamela is not good at these things, so she planned to use her strengths to find a way to enter Rodriguez Manor.

What else could the spokesperson of the Green of All Things be good at?

Pamela went around to the back of Rodriguez Manor. In the corner of the garden, there was a banyan tree planted by the previous owner. The tree was neither tall nor eye-catching, but because it was close to the wall, Pamela had thought about transplanting this tree when drawing the Rodriguez Manor garden design, to prevent anyone from climbing in along the branches.

Pamela stood outside the wall and beckoned lightly, and a branch stretched over the top of the wall. More vines wrapped around it, and soon it was woven into a ladder.

Pamela stepped on the vine ladder and entered the courtyard very lightly, examining the broken scene in the garden, and adjusted the expected construction date forward again.

Yesterday evening, she had already sent the rough design drawing to Shiler, and soon received a reply from him. Shiler put forward several quite practical suggestions as usual, and Pamela spent the whole day thinking about how to improve.

As for why she did this, the answer was unexpectedly realistic. Pamela planned to continue her studies at school, but she also needed money.

Pamela planned to do some work she liked. Designing a garden for a manor is not bad. She has talent in this area, has special abilities to make work easy, and earns a lot by dealing with rich people. It is a quite good part-time choice.

And the problem she faced was that the prerequisite for designing a garden for a manor is to have a manor owner who lets her practice with the garden. Gotham's only manor owner who can not care about his garden being destroyed several times is probably only Shiler.

Pamela felt grateful for this, and she also cherished this opportunity very much. So when she crossed Rodriguez Manor's garden again, she observed the structure here very carefully, analyzing the suggestions Shiler put forward combined with the actual situation as much as possible.

Before she knew it, she had walked to the back door of the manor's main building. Pamela stepped on the porch steps and reached out to knock on the door. But just then, she was stunned for a moment, because she found that her peripheral vision had just swept over some things.

Pamela turned her head, stepped between the two steps and looked at her side, which was the place below the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building.

It was also muddy there, not knowing whether it was washed by a rainstorm or a garden water pipe. The only few small plants were all crooked on the ground and could no longer live. But what attracted Pamela's attention was a bright white mixed in the mud.

Pamela lifted her skirt, walked carefully along the edge of the building to below the floor-to-ceiling windows, bent down and looked closely, and found that it was a few white petals gathered together.

Pamela frowned slightly. She turned around and looked up at her diagonal top again. That was the only window on the floor-to-ceiling glass, which was at the top of the petal landing parabola.

This is a camellia thrown out from the window.

Pamela looked into the floor-to-ceiling glass covered with a thin layer of mist again. There was no one in the room, so she could overlook the panoramic view of the entire room. Pamela had never entered this room, but her gaze captured the camellia inserted in the thin bone china vase on the desk at the other end of the room for the first time.

Through the glass, Pamela's searching gaze began to become more purposeful, and then, as she expected, there was another vase on the coffee table between the single sofas near the window, but the flowers inside had disappeared.

The only two vases in the room are art vases, which can be used for flower arranging or as ornaments. This vase on the coffee table is smaller, and it doesn't look out of place as a separate coffee table decoration.

And Pamela turned around again. Under her gaze, the small vines helped her turn over the mud, revealing the flower stem under the petals. Judging from the length, this camellia should have been inserted in the small vase on the coffee table.

Shiler is not a person who likes flowers very much.

Pamela had already learned this point. When she visited Rodriguez Manor before, she found that there were no decorative flowers in the huge manor, which was almost incredible.

Pamela knew that Shiler was a person who valued style, and without flowers in the interior decoration, it would lack a lot of color and vitality. But there were no living flowers anywhere in the interior of Rodriguez Manor.

And Pamela learned the reason for this abnormality from the email Shiler replied to her last night. Shiler didn't dislike flowers; he just disliked the fragrance of flowers.

Because Shiler emphasized in the suggestions for garden decoration he replied to Pamela that she should try not to use flowers with fragrance. Shiler believed that some fragrances out of control would affect his thinking. Pamela changed the scope of choosing flowers according to his suggestions.

Because she was thinking about the suggestions in Shiler's reply email just now, Pamela immediately associated this point. She looked down at the camellia remains in the mud and found something wrong.

There are many varieties of camellias, and their fragrances are different. Some are almost odorless, and some have a strong fragrance. And this one thrown into the mud is clearly the one with a strong fragrance.

Did Shiler throw it out of the window because of the fragrance of the camellia? Pamela thought about it and quickly denied this speculation. Merkel is clearly more familiar with Shiler than her. If Shiler didn't like flowers with fragrance, then this kind of flower would absolutely not appear in the manor's vases.

And Shiler had never had the habit of using decorative flowers before, and the vases were all used as ornaments. How could he suddenly be in the mood to insert flowers into two vases today, and they were still flowers with fragrance?

Pamela couldn't think of the answer to this question. And when she continued to look at the camellia remains in the mud, she found a few inconspicuous footprints around, not left by Shiler, but by a stranger.

The footprints appeared so abruptly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with no way to come. This situation is only possible if the other party fell from the sky. Pamela could only look up.

She saw a pair of slightly unfocused gray eyes.

Shiler was standing on the balcony of the room on the second floor, holding the railing with one hand and looking down from a high position.

Instantly, Pamela felt a bone-chilling coldness.

But Shiler just took a look like that, then sighed lightly, and turned back into the room.

When Pamela came back to her senses, she found that she might have seen a trace of helplessness in Shiler's gaze. She didn't understand what this meant, but she read a certain indulgence of Shiler like a flash of inspiration.

So, a thin vine climbed up along the decorative lines on the surface of the manor. Pamela listened to the movement on the second floor through the plants. Besides Shiler's voice, she heard another slightly familiar woman's voice.

"... I'm much better, thank you."

That was Talia's voice.

Pamela's brows frowned even tighter. She hadn't forgotten what she was entrusted to do. The vines climbed more boldly to the balcony railing, and sure enough, she saw a slit left by the balcony door not being closed tightly.

The tips of the small vines decisively drilled into the slit. The scene in front of her suddenly opened up. This is a study, and it is the manor owner's private study.

The reason for judging that this is a private space is that there is no furniture in pairs in the usual guest area. There is only one single sofa, and the table in front is too small, which can only hold a set of tea sets. There are a few books scattered on the table, and it is not as very tidy as the reception room.

"Is this your study?" Talia looked up at Shiler, who served her a cup of hot tea, and asked.

"Yes, miss. I think you might have had some symptoms of panic attack just now. A relatively closed private space will make your emotions improve."

"I do feel a bit better." Talia moved her gaze away, and then looked at Shiler again, as if she wanted to re-recognize him.

Talia suspected that she had an illusion. There were no gorgeous feathers, no cold vertical pupils, and no venom dripping from fangs. The Professor Shiler in front of her was a bit different, but not that terrifying.

Suddenly, Talia gripped the cup handle tightly. She gritted her teeth and spat out a name: "Bruce Wei En!"

Shiler's action of arranging the tea set paused. He looked at Talia as if he were curious and asked: "What did you say? Miss."

Talia recalled while saying in a low voice: "When did he drug me? And what kind of drug did he use?"

"Sorry, Miss Talia."

"No, it's nothing. I'm thinking about some other things." Talia turned her head and took a sip of hot tea. The anger in her heart did not diminish at all. It must be Bruce Wei En who drugged her. That kind of hazy hallucination often appeared when she was doing anti-drug training.

But what kind of drug was that, that could drug her unconscious in an instant, and after she woke up, she would still have hallucinations about Shiler... That should be a hallucination, right?

Talia was a bit trance-like. She looked up and scanned Shiler's face carefully with a gaze that could be called rude, and then it fell on his dress.

There was no place that would cause terrifying fantasies, so that was just a hallucination brought about by the drug not yet fading.

And at this time, Shiler took a step back after putting down the tea set, looked at Talia with concern and said: "I might have never said that I am a licensed psychologist. If you have any troubles regarding family relationships, perhaps I can give you some suggestions."

"No... my trouble is not about family, doctor. I need to know immediately if I have been affected by drugs." ===== CHAPTER 1771 =====