Pulling the pillowcase down a little from his face, Theodore struggled to open his eyelids, revealing his unconcealed, aggressive eyes.
"I saw his training room. The weapon rack had cold weapons like long spears, as well as daggers and knives."
The room fell into an extre silence for a mont, only the taut breathing of the two boys could be heard.
Theodore murmured to himself, as if cheering himself on, and also as if making a solemn vow to so unseen presence in the void.
"—As long as I get one chance, I'll kill him."
From then on, Timothy and Theodore's relationship grew closer day by day.
They were accomplices sharing a common secret, and victims equally trapped in this Manor.
When their two pairs of eyes, as blue as the sea, t, they saw the reflection of Stanley's death in each other's gaze.
Theodore slowly discovered that he had a very peculiar talent.
In terms of illegal activities—bah, he ant, in manipulating people's hearts and provoking their negative emotions—Theodore seed to instinctively know what to do.
For strong-willed people like Stanley W. nar, or the butler Fred, Theodore couldn't find a weakness in them in a short ti.
But for the ordinary maids or bodyguards in na Manor, Theodore could always easily break through their defenses.
Theodore only needed a few simple words to instigate them, or bribe them, and then he would take advantage of the situation.
After bribing them with a few pieces of jewelry obtained from Stanley, Theodore successfully bribed the maid who brought him food every day.
He had been observing for a long ti; this maid and the bodyguard captain had a flirtatious relationship.
He could use her to get the Manor's bodyguard rotation schedule.
It was also from this maid that Theodore learned that Stanley's family doctor had an immoral extramarital affair with another maid in the Manor.
He used this information to threaten the doctor and obtain the prescription dicine he needed from him.
...So now, all you have to do is put this dicine in Stanley's water cup before you go to bed at night.
In the bedroom, Theodore and Timothy sat facing each other across a table.
Theodore covered the dicine box with his sleeve, pressed his finger on the tin-foil-wrapped dicine, and gently pushed it towards Timothy.
"First, grind it into powder, then add it to coffee. I've tried it; black coffee is enough to mask the taste of the pills."
At this point, Theodore untied the bandage wrapped around his wrist, revealing a utility knife hidden inside.
"Once he's asleep, I'll go into the room and kill him. If Fred stops you on the way and asks, just say, 'He's in high spirits tonight and wants to see Theodore.'"
Theodore nervously licked his lips:
"After Stanley dies, we'll flee overnight. Peter, who is in charge of guarding the west side of the Manor, is absent today; he went to the casino. That fool, he thinks no one knows."
Timothy looked at Theodore in shock, his expression as if he had heard sothing incomprehensible.
He indeed found it hard to imagine how Theodore had managed to plan such a detailed, specific, and even tool-providing action guide in such a short ti.
"You've only been here for three months, and you've managed to do so much?"
Theodore's gaze lingered on Timothy's shoulder for a mont, then sadly shifted away.
He knew that beneath his clothes, Timothy was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.
For the past three months, Timothy had thrown himself to the tiger, attracting Stanley's attention and giving Theodore room to maneuver.
He had already borne too much for Theodore.
"Is three months a long ti? I only regret that I spent too much ti."
Timothy looked at Theodore with fresh eyes, shaking his head gently and murmuring, "I can't believe which of us is the one who slept for fifteen years."
"That must be ... Wait, you know I slept for fifteen years?"
Theodore's eyes widened in astonishnt.
Timothy looked at him, a faint bitter smile on his lips.
"I actually knew you for a long ti, Theodore. You and I were sacrifices sent by the sa orphanage. During all those days you were asleep, I and the other children often peeked at you through the door crack."
Theodore raised his eyes in surprise.
He hadn't expected Timothy to know about his past.
Theodore instinctively leaned eagerly towards Timothy, hoping he would say more.
But then he considered that it wasn't the right ti, so he thought about it and swallowed his words.
So in the end, Theodore just made a casual joke.
"Maybe one of my parents was a notorious criminal, and that's why they left with this extraordinary talent."
What happened after that, no matter how much Theodore concentrated, he couldn't recall.
This part of the mory was as blurry as a smudged blackboard; only by pressing his eyes close to it could he barely glimpse a few fragnted pieces.
He rembered that the plan seed to have gone wrong at so point, and their intentions were exposed on the spot.
Theodore still rembered the feeling of despair, as if all the blood in his body had turned cold.
But then an unexpected interlude appeared, giving a turn to the situation that had originally reached a dead end.
Stanley was indeed dead; he was so dead that not a single complete corpse could be pieced together.
Theodore was certain of this.
Because the only souvenir he carried with him when he transmigrated was one of that guy's ears.
mories of Stanley ended here.
When Theodore opened his eyes again, everything around him had beco incredibly unfamiliar.
The police took him into the police car and asked about his origins.
Theodore was initially calm, thinking that soone had called the police after his plan was inadvertently leaked.
But as he looked out the car window, his suspicion grew stronger with the passing scenery.
Did the calendar sign in the square they just passed have the wrong date?
Also, what exactly was Gotham?
After getting the answers to the above two questions from the police, Theodore still couldn't believe it.
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