Chapter 1901

Isabelle, who had always been blank and expressionless, finally revealed a trace of a smile where Hancock couldn't see.

She remembered what happened after the evening banquet ended yesterday.

Isabelle, who was sent back to her bedroom, stood by the window looking at the scene in the garden. She saw her brother Henry run into the bell tower, and she had just learned from the butler who supported her learning to paint that there used to be an art studio in the bell tower.

Mr. Plosi was a well-known painter when he was young. It was precisely because he went out to sketch and paint that he escaped the disaster of the Plosi family's self-immolation. His painting skills were very exquisite. When he first came to the Nihilite family and hadn't been treated as a crazy person, he opened a small art studio in the bell tower.

But later, Owen fell ill, Isabelle was suspected of being possessed by a demon, the youngest daughter Charlotte had congenital heart disease, Lady Nihilite was stimulated and became crazy, and Mr. Plosi, because he wanted to investigate the murderer, often made outrageous moves in the manor, his reputation became worse and worse, and he gradually had no heart to paint.

The old butler of the Nihilite family seemed very happy that she could paint, so he told Isabelle these old secrets. He might have felt that Isabelle was still young and couldn't understand or remember these things, so he didn't hide anything.

But the audience present, besides Isabelle, also included Henry. He followed Isabelle like a bone-attached maggot, circling around her, taking away everything she had.

But this time was the only exception that Isabelle deliberately let go. She knew Henry would definitely rush in. No matter what Isabelle had or was about to have, Henry had to take it away.

Isabelle knew the reason. Henry was not of the Nihilite family's seed at all, but he felt he should have been.

Henry rushed into the art studio as expected, and Isabelle knew that this little devil wouldn't learn anything at all; he would only want to steal what was ready-made. She saw Henry steal a painting and take it to show off to Dr. Shiler, but unfortunately, Dr. Shiler exposed him.

Isabelle 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 make her body hit all kinds of bruises, forcing her to lie in bed to recuperate, unable to do anything.

Taking advantage of Henry being so angry that he only cared about destroying that painting, Isabelle sneaked into the bell tower. She didn't paint, nor did she look at any paintings, but went straight to the toolbox and found a pencil that had been sharpened but not yet used.

Then she deliberately stood by the window, letting Henry see her figure. Henry, who was angry to the point of madness, would only think that Isabelle was going to paint, was going to possess something, and he had to stop and snatch it immediately.

So this boy rushed into the art studio with a burst of anger, wanting to give Isabelle a little color to see as usual.

And Isabelle, as usual, was knocked to the ground by the crazy Henry, but this time she grabbed Henry's arm before falling and brought him to the ground together.

Isabelle quickly climbed up and pushed over the easel next to her, letting the easel smash onto Henry. Just when Henry's vision was blocked and he still had things pressing on him, Isabelle clenched the pencil and stabbed it into Henry's heart.

Isabelle quickly pulled the pencil out. After Henry struggled for a while, he lost his breath. Isabelle moved the easel pressing on him away and dragged his corpse toward the window.

"Do you want to throw him down?" A voice came from outside the art studio door.

Isabelle looked up and saw a tall black shadow appear outside the door. She clenched the pencil, stared tightly at the figure, and then discovered that the person walking out of the darkness was Dr. Shiler.

Isabelle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Her complexion became pale, and tears welled up from her eye sockets. Shiler walked to her side and squatted down halfway, reaching out to wipe away Isabelle's tears.

But just when Isabelle wanted to throw herself into his arms, Shiler pushed her away gently and said: "Repeating the old trick won't work on me, Miss. You are still holding the murder weapon in your hand."

Shiler lowered his eyes, continued to wipe the tears on Isabelle's face with his hand, and said: "Remember next time, you have to sob twice when shedding tears, otherwise it's too fake."

Isabelle opened her eyes wide, took two steps back, and still stared tightly at Shiler with that focused gaze.

"You wanted to frame me for killing Henry, or wanted to make me admit it myself by winning sympathy. Miss, this kind of manipulation technique is not clever enough."

Isabelle pursed her lips and didn't speak.

"You actually know what your father and uncle are doing. You saw what they did to Owen. You didn't stop it, nor did you tell anyone, and now you are helping them."

"I am not helping them." Isabelle's voice was a bit hoarse when she opened her mouth. She said: "I am protecting myself!"

"You think that by pretending to be possessed by a demon, they wouldn't dare to take action against you? That's too naive, Miss." Shiler sighed and continued: "You didn't suffer the same treatment as the eldest son because they were considerate of your mother, fearing she would make a scene."

Mentioning her mother, Isabelle lowered her eyes. She clenched the pencil and said: "She also knew what they were doing. She told her maiden family, so they all died. She is a stupid woman."

"It was Hancock who instigated your father, right?" Shiler reached out and touched Isabelle's head and said: "One day he appeared in an identity your father trusted and admired, and expressed appreciation for your father's eldest son, Owen."

"And he sent him over." Isabelle's arm trembled a bit. She said: "I saw some terrifying scars on his body, and then suddenly one day, I heard that kind of sound in my father's room. I knew he was bewitched."

"And you also knew the next one would be you."

Isabelle looked up at Shiler. Shiler also looked at her and said: "Henry is Hancock's child, right? He is a natural bad seed, just like his father."

"I don't know. That was just a baby my mother picked up on a rainy night. No one knows who his father is." Isabelle turned her head away and said: "But one day he overheard my parents' conversation, knew he wasn't their biological child, and then he started to become worse and worse."

"Then Hancock is very likely the one he brought." Shiler nodded and said: "Father and son wanted to use the Nihilite family as a hunting ground."

"And my father is stupid, greedy, and short-sighted." Isabelle gritted her teeth and said: "He worried that raping his own biological son would send him to hell, so he believed that cult theory. As long as he offered enough souls to the devil, he wouldn't be punished."

"So under the bewitchment of that cultist, he sent people to set a fire at his wife's maiden home, burning them all to death. And this time he wanted to kill you all. He won't get his wish."

"There is one more question, Miss. You should have another helper, right?" Shiler looked into Isabelle's eyes and asked.

Isabelle looked back at Shiler, then withdrew her gaze and said: "I misjudged the person. You are not a good man at all. Nothing can be hidden from you."

"What is her name?"

"Charlotte. She is my little sister. She has congenital heart disease, but she actually had surgery when she was young, just didn't recover very well, but she can move freely."

"She helped you put the allergic substance into the holy water?"

Isabelle looked at Shiler with some surprise, but still nodded and said: "Yes, as long as I have a reaction to the holy water, it proves that there is really a demon in my body. Maybe they wouldn't dare to take action against me."

"Smart girl." Shiler praised.

"But you ruined all this." Isabelle stared at Shiler with hatred and said: "Even if you told me where there were usable murder weapons later, I won't forgive you."

"You didn't need me to tell you. You would always find them. I said long ago that you have a talent for painting."

Shiler looked down at Henry's corpse and said: "Then now let's think about how to create your first painting. Do you intend to just throw him out of the window like this?"

Isabelle just wanted to open her mouth to give a positive answer, but for some reason, she didn't say it, and Shiler said what was in her heart.

"Can this really avenge everything he did to you and the Nihilite family?"

"He... he once wanted to imitate that man, toward Charlotte..." Isabelle took a deep breath. Obviously, she was not completely unaffected, but she still said with some trembling: "He told Hancock that he could trick Charlotte over."

"Then why didn't he do it?"

"Charlotte has heart disease. She might die. Before everything was ready, the police would definitely come to the manor to investigate, and Hancock was wanted and didn't dare to see the police, fearing Lady Nihilite would make a big deal out of it. But I know they would sooner or later."

Isabelle looked at Henry's corpse, the anger in her eyes growing stronger and stronger. Her fingertips gripping the pen almost dug into her flesh.

"Want to get some inspiration?" Shiler suddenly said with a smile: "Given that you have no experience, Miss, I can give you a little suggestion, 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 looked surprised. She looked at Shiler and said: "You mean that woman named Seeing Natasha is an FBI agent?! She is in the manor now???"

Shiler nodded. Isabelle spent some time digesting this shocking fact, then she frowned and opened her mouth to say: "I don't know. Now the whole manor is full of idiots. I don't think there is anyone..."

Isabelle seemed to suddenly think of something. She looked at Shiler and said: "If there is someone who knows all the secrets of the Nihilite family, but still has a conscience and is smart enough, then it can only be the old butler left behind before the old Mr. Nihilite passed away."

Shiler recalled the old butler who came to welcome them before. That was indeed an old man who looked quite mature, steady, and had a brain. If anyone could put a crocodile into a quagmire without anyone noticing, then it was probably only him.

"What is the inspiration you mentioned?" Isabelle asked.

Shiler reached out and touched her head again, pulled her closer, and said: "Do you know where a person's last bit of hope comes from when they are sure to die?"

Isabelle shook her head.

"It's the descendants. Before dying, they will place all their hope on their descendants. He will think, 'At least my son will have a bright future'."

Isabelle seemed to understand something, lowered her head to look at Henry, and Shiler patted her on the shoulder and said: "Go find your little sister, and you should stand by and watch this big show."

Isabelle, standing in the hall, withdrew her thoughts. She saw Hancock, who was lying on the ground and breathing more than he was breathing in, turn ashen the moment he saw Henry's corpse.

At this moment, Isabelle felt a sense of relief throughout her body, but soon her eyes fell on the old butler's corpse beside her, and she clenched her fists angrily again.

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

"Want to know who killed him?"

Isabelle looked up and found Shiler standing by her side again, and the servants beside her had long been busy with their own things due to the complex situation and situation.

Isabelle looked at the corpse again, nodded forcefully, and Shiler squatted down and said to her: "I'll tell you a name, and you don't refute it. Let's make a deal, and someone will avenge you soon."

The chaos ended at a very fast speed. Batman repaired the telephone line, and the police station sent a helicopter to handle such a major case.

Those who should collect the corpses collected them, and those who should be arrested were arrested, as if this matter had just passed.

Just after the chaos ended, the servants led the guests to leave one after another. The black manservant walked to Shiler's side and asked if they still wanted to leave together. Shiler nodded and followed behind the manservant, while Batman and Seeing Natasha followed along.

No matter if the murderer was Hancock or Nihilite, everything was over. But Batman, walking in the dim manor corridor, kept thinking, what about this murderer's special ability?

He thought Hancock would be desperate and show his special ability, but until he was taken away by the police, he had no reaction at all.

Suddenly, Batman felt a chill in his heart.

And at this moment, the black manservant walking at the very front stopped his steps.

He slowly turned around, revealed a cruel smile, the pentagram symbol in his eyes lit up, and instantly, raging flames surrounded the entire corridor.

Seeing Natasha gasped, and she shouted: "We were deceived! This is actually just..."

Before she could finish her words, an axe suddenly appeared above the head of the aggressive flame murderer, and with a "crack", the brain matter burst, and the murderer had half his head cut off.

Everyone was stunned by this change.

Behind the murderer's body, which was slowly falling, appeared the figure of the priest holding an axe.

Isabelle also walked out of the room slowly. She looked at the flames with some surprise, then looked at the priest and said: "It was this manservant who had been abusing me! Thank you, priest, thank you for being able to come back to save me!"

After speaking, Isabelle threw herself into the priest's arms and cried loudly, while the remaining few were all a bit confused.

On the bus leaving the manor, Seeing Natasha finally couldn't help but ask in confusion: "So the Nihilite family was just a cover, and the real murderer was just an inconspicuous manservant? But how did you see it? Shiler?"

Shiler smiled and said: "The answer is written on the riddle itself. Nihilite, the original meaning is 'nothingness'."

Be-Bat opened his eyes slowly. Now he began to understand a little why Seeing Natasha said Shiler wasn't pretending.

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

Thinking of this, Be-Bat sat at the farthest distance from Shiler with lightning speed, turned his head, and stared at Batman and Seeing Natasha with big eyes.