The Resetting Lady

Donna entered the 17th alley. And it was where Karen predicted the next murder would take place. Raymond quickened his pace and organized his thoughts. Keep within ten steps of Donna. Where is she going?

Do you believe it?

Karen's words have been consistent so far. She never left the mansion alone. She suffered from work from morning till evening and that proves to be Berdyk who hates her. At night, he attends society as heirs to the Raymond and Evans families. There's not a single grain to be associated with serial killings. The argument that she knows the future has her own grounds.

But Raymond was too old to believe that. A boy in his early teens wouldn't know. The world is a novel. And he lives over and over again. He is not free enough to fit in with such adolescent delusions. But what is certain is that Karen is somehow connected.

“…….”

Donna stopped.

Raymond stopped, too.

Why is she here? Donna is Karen's maid of honor. She was a maid who followed her from the Haier mansion and is still with Karen most of the time. Is she also involved in the murder? Raymond doesn't ignore women's intimacy. They share too much with each other without hesitation. Raymond wondered if he should take out the gun, but Donna's usual appearance made him hesitate. plain and ignorant

"Oh, really, no!”

“…….”

Who is it?

Raymond held his breath. In front of Donna was a man who covered his face saying something. It was so dark and Donna was covering it that I couldn't see it. Donna was annoyed, and the man in front looked a little angry.

"I'm sure it's not bad....”

"Oh, there we go! Don't call me out like this! It's annoying!

"You cheeky girl!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Donna screamed when the man raised her hand. Raymond immediately took out his hand's gun. Click, the man stopped his hand. Tensions lingered in the dark alley.

"…uh? Driver?"

"Get back."

"…I know what you're thinking, but it's not."

The man frowned and put down his hand to Donna's head.

"Hands up. If you run away or rebel, I'll shoot you right away."

“…….”

Trembling, dirty mud makes the soles of shoes dirty. An unpleasant sensation came up tiptoeing up. The man raised his hand. Raymond checked his face.

“…….”

It was a man I had never seen before. Raymond pushed the man roughly on the wall and held the gun to his temple. The man's eyes grew big.

"You'll regret it."

"Name and Affiliate.

"Mr. Raymond Sayertes. I'm suspicious…."

"Subject."

"…I'm Gail Highton. I work for the Baroness."

"The culprit is the Baroness."

Damn it.

Raymond approached with his gun pointed. The man was raising his hand with great tension. I don't know yet. I don't know. Calm down. You can't turn it around here if you shoot people recklessly. Raymond swallowed his saliva and asked the man.

"Why are you putting your hand on the maid?”

"You were just being cheeky....”

"Eehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Donna was irritated next to me. Raymond seems completely relieved when he's next to him. But because she didn't want to give her time to vent her anger, Raymond kicked the man's chills.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The man groaned and bent his knees.

"Tell me why you threatened this maid and what the maid and the baron had to do with it."

"That's something the driver might care about, haha!"

"How about this? I saw you almost killed a maid a minute ago. And then they shot him to stop it. The Baron will protest?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Donna stepped in from the side. Raymond frowned and looked at the maid. I think that maid should be questioned. Maybe it's related to Karen. And perhaps, Raymond has a whole range of possibilities. First of all, it's this guy.

"You stay back."

"Well, you know, I'm fine."

Raymond put the man's head in the wall and threatened him.

"…there's a series of murders going on around here."

"What?"

"Don't you think you're a real criminal?"

"Heez! No! Sir! I, the baron, just liked the maid."

"So you're going to drag him out and have fun, and then you're gonna rip his throat?"

"What?"

"So far, all the bodies found in common were young women, and the vagina and uterus were damaged. Isn't that obvious? A pervert.

"Uh…."

"If you confess honestly, you could live. Did the Baron make you do it? So you wanted to catch her and have fun?"

The man almost opened his eyes and shook.

"No! No! I have nothing to do with that! And so is the Baron!"

"Sir Albert must be very pleased."

"No! I'm telling you! So far, all women have received money. The baron likes women, but that's all. Hey... hey! Tell me right now!

Donna stared at the man with a pout in her mouth.

"You said you didn't want to, but you tried to drag me."

"Oh, shit!"

"Let's go to the library for more details."

"No! Please...Search the product, there's a letter from the Baron to Karen Evans."

Raymond's hand was holding the man's arms and his hand was holding the gun. Raymond beckoned Donna to order.

"There, you search."

"Yes? Yes!"

Donna searched the man's arms with a disgusting face and took out the letter. Raymond recognized in the dark that the seal of the letter was the seal of the Baron Ain.

"Bring it."

Donna came close with the paper. Raymond squinted at the contents of the letter.

“…….”

"…what do you say?"

The contents of the letter were as the servant said.

Baron Ain had been asking Karen to let Karen's maid of honor work in her mansion for a few days, as Karen would pay for the money she lost in the card game. It was a roundabout prostitution.

"Carran, this....”

"You can't agree!"

"Shoot! Hey! You didn't even send it to your master!"

"That's not what my girl does. That can't be true.”

"…anyway, driver, please let me go."

“…….”

Raymond picked up the gun at him.

"Oh, my God, tell Karen Evans the truth anyway."

"Excuse me."

Raymond held his breath and relaxed his grip on the man. The man quickly pulled himself out of the alley.

“…….”

Baron Ahin is the culprit.

However, Raymond found it hard to believe even though he threatened the man. Baron Ain was not famous for making fun of his bottoms. To the best of the aristocracy. Even if you play with a few maids in your own house, rumors don't go well unless you touch a noble woman. He is such a man of self-control. You've been hiding it all along? For decades?

The aristocrat killer is something that attracts people's attention, but Raymond can't get rid of his doubts. Most murders occur in people who have a desire that they do not meet. Baron Ain is a nobleman and has a stable estate. I have too much to do this. However, it is impossible to decide. Even Karen, who has beauty and promised wealth, has expressed her insanity.

"Hey, hey."

Was it right to watch her a little more without helping her? If you believe Karen, it might be better to just wait and tell Albert. If so, they have no choice but to investigate immediately, even if they are witnesses and their opponents are aristocrats.

"Mr. Knight?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, thank you."

Raymond looked at Donna and apologized. This is because the maid decided that it would be more convenient to die if she did. I'm so focused on digging up Karen that I'm constantly losing my balance.

"Let's go back."

"…yes."

Donna walked with her head down beside Raymond.

"Well, don't tell me."

"What?"

"To Lady Karen....”

Donna's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I... really... don't want to go."

"…mmm."

Raymond stroked his smooth chin. It was hard to imagine Karen prostitutionizing Donna. Karen is too young to do such a dirty job. And Donna and Karen seemed to get along quite well.

"Carran can't be like that."

"…you love the lady.”

That's what I'm saying here. I'm going to go back and question Karen more. I'll start by saying that I don't think Baron Ahin is the culprit.

"But... you saw it....”

“…….”

"Lady, etc. If... if I said I'd go, uh... So... then... Wouldn't she be right?”

Raymond only then knew why Donna was so intimidated. And it's a little ridiculous. Donna thinks Karen wouldn't have been hit if she had sold herself.

"You're a maid, and you can do your job. He's an employee, not a slave."

"…but Raymond loves you."

Should I have been angry here? Raymond found it hard to tell whether women were complicated or strange. The bond is strangely emotionally intertwined. A consensus as the same victim is deformed.

You should at least show her affection. Raymond seemed to be weighing on his head. I think I met the wrong woman.

"Whatever it takes, we'll have to work this out.”

as her fiance

***

Karen was not in the room. Donna and Raymond went up to Isela's room.

knock, knock

"…girl?"

There was no sound. Donna opened the door.

"Uh…, miss?"

Damn it, you're doing all sorts of things.

Karen was lying on the floor.

I hate to faint or cry and say things I don't know when I'm about to question you. It is also unpleasant to be swayed by it. Raymond frowned and saw Donna running hurriedly to look after Karen. That woman made a vain attempt on her account.

"Lady?"

“…….”

Do I have to show the person I love here again? Raymond saw a scar that was revealed through Karen's clothes. Blood was getting dirty because it was still not properly treated. You should have brought the gauze soaked in alcohol first.

"Lady?"

I think Karen would be better off lying down than Isella. Raymond took off his gloves and approached Karen and grabbed her neck to move her.

“…….”

"Crazy."

"Why, why are you doing this?”

"Call Father Duran, now!"

Karen didn't breathe.