Chapter 96: Infiltration

"First, deal with the obstacles."

Aaron took out a test tube, and after opening it, the liquid inside evaporated rapidly, turning into white mist.

This was a tube of 'Sleeping Potion', the formula coming from the Redemption Light Cult; it could volatilize quickly, causing creatures within a radius of several dozen meters to fall into a deep sleep.

Because the production process required the mobilization of Spirituality and was also missing a few materials, Aaron from a thousand years ago had never completed it.

However, at this moment, after obtaining some materials from Clark and coordinating with the 'Light Bearer's' perception of physical properties, Aaron completed this tube of Extraordinary potion quite smoothly.

He cut open a window, threw the test tube inside, and then waited quietly for a moment.

This kind of potion worked very well on ordinary people, but it was quite mediocre against an Extraordinary.

After waiting for a moment, estimating that the potion inside had dispersed sufficiently, Aaron swaggered over, pried open the door, and walked in.

The butler, the manservant, and the maid were all sleeping soundly; no one came to disturb him.

And the master of the house, Hark Benjamin, was attending a private party and had not yet returned.

This was intelligence Aaron had specifically scouted out beforehand.

He walked up the wooden staircase and arrived in a room on the second floor where the window was still lit, seeing a lady in her thirties, dressed in finery with a beautiful face, asleep in a chair.

Beside her was a maid who had fallen asleep on the floor.

Aaron stepped forward, took a silver smelling salt bottle from his bosom, and placed it under Mrs. Benjamin's nose.

Hmm, high-society women of this era often mastered the divine skill of fainting elegantly to deal with awkward or sad scenes.

And gentlemen would carry a bottle of smelling salts, which contained stimulating ammonia water, to help unconscious people wake up as quickly as possible.

'Although using ammonia water in large doses is toxic, people in high society nowadays don't really care...'

Sure enough, after waiting a moment, Aaron saw Mrs. Benjamin twitch, open her eyes, and open her mouth, seemingly wanting to let out a scream.

However, before Mrs. Benjamin could scream, she felt a cold gun barrel pressed into her mouth, and a cold voice came from under the masked robber's mask: "Mrs. Benjamin, if you scream again, I cannot guarantee that I can control my finger from pulling the trigger."

"Hmm, I need your cooperation to answer a few questions."

Aaron had already confirmed that this Mrs. Benjamin was just an ordinary woman.

Seeing her nod while shedding tears, he moved the barrel of the Zoulun away, watching as Mrs. Benjamin retched a few times.

"First, did your husband, Mr. Benjamin, have any unusual behavior in April?"

He cleared his throat and asked from a position of superiority.

"No... no! He just complained that the servants were becoming lazy and asked me to fire some of them..." Mrs. Benjamin, who was very strict in Sylvia's words, answered in a low voice like a weak little rabbit at this moment.

'As expected, was it because he was disguised as Benjamin at that time and dismissed the servants to better maintain the disguise?'

Aaron nodded inwardly and continued to ask: "Then... starting from April, has your husband been any different, whether in behavior or physically?"

Mrs. Benjamin was stunned; she felt that this robber had something wrong with his brain.

Why, after successfully committing a crime, was he not thinking about robbing money or art objects, but instead asking this and that?

"I will not betray my husband!"

A look of determination suddenly appeared on her face, and then she saw that robber gentleman unhesitatingly press the gun against her forehead and pull the safety.

"Mrs. Benjamin, have you really never noticed that the person you share a bed with has changed, has become different?"

Aaron asked coldly.

"No... except for a scar that appeared on his back at some point, there were no abnormalities!" Mrs. Benjamin was almost about to faint.

Under the threat of death, she still betrayed her husband, and the sense of shame made her unable to stop the tears from falling.

"Very good, as a reward, I will tell you something."

Aaron whispered in Mrs. Benjamin's ear: "Your husband, Hark Benjamin, was swapped... back in April!"

"That's impossible!" Mrs. Benjamin felt she had encountered a madman, but she still shook her head repeatedly.

She recognized her husband's body, every mole and every scar on it... except for that extra scar on his back, the person was exactly the same as before.

"Think carefully, some small movements, small habits... although an imitator can imitate most things, there must be some tiny flaws."

Aaron smiled.

Immediately, he saw Mrs. Benjamin's expression gradually turn to terror: "No, that's impossible, sir, I advise you to go to an asylum!"

"You're starting to waver, aren't you?"

Aaron had just wanted to continue speaking when he heard the sound of a door opening downstairs, along with calls of "Martha", "Martha".

"The good show is about to begin."

He glanced at the worried, panicked Mrs. Benjamin and knocked her unconscious with one punch.

Then, he stood to the side with a smile, waiting quietly.

"Damn it, the maids these days are getting lazier and lazier, the door at home is broken too, I'll fire them tomorrow!"

'Hark Benjamin', wearing a double-breasted woolen formal suit, complained as he walked up to the second floor, followed by his Personal Manservant holding his hat: "And my butler, is Wack deaf?"

Then, just as he was talking while glancing around, walking toward the wall to grab the hunting rifle hanging on it, a figure flashed out, with a pitch-black gun barrel pointed directly at him.

"Good evening, Pupa Extraordinary disguised as 'Hark Benjamin'! You discovered me a long time ago, didn't you? The previous performance was a bit too exaggerated!"

Aaron greeted him with a smile.

"What are you talking about? You're a robber? As long as you let my wife go, I'll give you as much money as you want!"

Hark Benjamin growled.

"No need to pretend, I'm not a lackey of the Investigation Bureau..." Aaron made a move that Hark Benjamin had not expected.

He holstered the Zoulun in his hand and drew a slender Rapier from his waist: "Look... I don't want to make a scene, and you don't want to make a scene either, so let's have a battle between men; whoever wins gets everything here, how about it?"

At this time, whether it was a woman's scream or a gunshot, it would easily attract patrolmen, who would then discover something was wrong and transfer the case to the Investigation Bureau.

This was a situation the fake Hark also did not want to see.

The fake Hark's eyes suddenly filled with blood, carrying full malice: "A good proposal!"

Pfft!

The manservant beside him had no idea what had happened, only seeing his employer plunge a dagger into his own heart.

The manservant collapsed, his face full of disbelief, feeling as though the once gentle Mr. Benjamin had completely turned into a different person...