noveltune Chapter 136 Intuition
Chapter 136 Intuition
Chapter 136 Intuition
"Mr. Morris?" The female voice on the other end paused, seemingly confirming the source of the number. "Please wait a moment, I will transfer you to Vice Captain Clarice immediately."
The receiver crackled with the click of a switch and crackled with the faint noise of electricity. Green waited patiently, gazing out at the still-deep night through the hotel's dusty glass window.
"Green?" Clarice's voice sounded tired, clearly indicating that she had just returned home and hadn't had time to rest.
"What's wrong? Aren't you asleep yet, so late?" she said lazily.
Something's happened.
Green paused, then said in a deep voice, "My aunt Sylvia is dead, tonight. It's probably my cousin Emily who did it; there's already a warrant for her arrest."
The languid atmosphere on the other end of the phone vanished instantly.
"Are you sure?" Clarice asked.
"I don't know. There are some suspicious points, but I can't figure it out yet. However, the existing evidence points to her, so she might be a suspect."
"Where are you?"
"The Sea House Hotel on Oak Street," Green quickly gave the location.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice said, "Listen, Green. Now you take your sister to the sanatorium."
Clarice stopped abruptly, and after a few seconds, she spoke again: "No, don't go to the nursing home, bring your sister to my house."
"Why?" Green asked, puzzled.
Instead of going to the Night's Watch's official headquarters, "St. George's Hospice," they went to her house?
"Intuition. Now is not the time to talk about that. The address is 7 Oak Street, River Bend."
Clarice continued, "Listen, Green, don't alert anyone. Take Sura and leave in the most inconspicuous way possible. If possible, take a detour and be careful not to be followed. Ring the doorbell when you get there, I'll be waiting for you."
She didn't explain why, but the ambiguity itself was a form of information.
"Yes, I understand." Green didn't ask any further questions and said in a deep voice, "Let's set off now."
"Stay alert, Green," Clarice said finally, then hung up the phone.
The busy signal sounded again.
Green slowly lowered the receiver, his fingers tapping lightly on it.
Why not go to the Night's Watch encampment? Is it unsafe?
Clarice used the word "intuition." As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, intuition is more acute, and can even be described as a warning.
Her "intuition" meant that, on some level of her understanding, she had already determined that "St. George's Hospice," the Night's Watch's strongest fortress in the city and theoretically the safest place, was now filled with uncertainty and even danger.
But why?
"Has the nursing home's communications or personnel been infiltrated? Or..."
Suddenly, a possibility came to Green's mind.
If Emily was an imposter, could the attacker be connected to old Bob's death? While this possibility is very low, it cannot be completely ruled out.
Alvin was attacked, and his aunt was attacked too. Perhaps the fake Emily wasn't trying to attack Aunt Sylvia, but herself?
The murderer accidentally broke in, was discovered by his aunt, and then killed her?
But how do you explain what Sula saw? A hallucination?
Green stopped thinking about it. The most important thing now was to take Sura to Clarice's place; perhaps she could give him some answers.
Green went upstairs and returned to his room.
Sula was still asleep, but her brow was furrowed and her breathing was rapid, clearly indicating that she was sleeping very restlessly.
He walked to the bedside and gently patted Sula's shoulder.
"Sula, wake up."
Sula jolted awake, her eyes wide with fear. Seeing it was Green, she relaxed slightly. "Brother? What's wrong?"
Has the sheriff arrived yet?
"Not the sheriff," Green said in a low voice. "We need to leave here immediately and go to a safer place."
Put on your coat, move quietly, and don't turn on the lights.
Although confused and scared, Sura trusted Green and didn't ask any more questions. She simply sat up quickly and fumbled to put on her shoes and coat.
Green straightened her collar and carefully placed the "Silent Messenger" close to her body.
He walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and carefully observed the quiet street below. The streetlights were dim, and occasionally a night breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.
There were no obvious figures, but the feeling of being watched hadn't completely dissipated. Perhaps it was just psychological, or perhaps not.
You cannot use the main entrance.
Green turned his gaze away and looked at the other side of the room.
There was a small window leading to a narrow, cluttered alleyway on the side of the hotel.
"Let's go this way," Green gestured for Sura to come over.
He carefully opened the window, the old hinges groaning softly. A night breeze blew in, carrying a cool breeze and the complex scents unique to city nights.
The alley was dark and the ground was uneven.
Green climbed out first, stepping onto the pile of old wooden crates. Once he was steady, he reached out to help Sura. Sura clumsily climbed out of the window and grabbed Green's arm tightly.
After landing, Green didn't act immediately. Instead, he pulled Sula close to the wall, waiting and listening quietly in the shadows. Apart from the faint sounds of the city in the distance and the rustling of mice nearby, there was no other noise.
"Follow me, walk in the shadows as much as possible, and tread lightly."
Green gave a low instruction, then took Sula's hand and walked down the alley in the opposite direction from Oak Street.
Instead of heading directly to the River Bend area, they first detoured to a more secluded workers' neighborhood.
The streets here were narrower, the lights sparser, and the houses low and cluttered. Relying on his memory and understanding of the city's structure, Green chose a circuitous route, stopping from time to time to observe what was behind him, using corners or piles of debris as cover.
Sula followed closely behind him, her breathing rapid with tension and quick steps, but she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound. In the darkness, she could only see Green's blurry yet resolute back, which became her only support at that moment.
After circling for nearly two thousand minutes and confirming that there were no obvious tails, Green led Sura towards the River Bend area.
The streets here are much cleaner and wider, lined with quiet detached houses and shady trees.
When Green finally arrived at 7 Oak Street in the River Bend, the sight before him made him pause slightly.
Unlike the low-key residence he had imagined, this was a rather grand detached villa with a meticulously maintained front garden. The wrought iron fence and stone exterior walls outlined a calm and beautiful silhouette in the night.
Warm light shone through the windows, a stark contrast to the dilapidated state of the Oak Street Hotel.
"Clarice—is she that rich?" he murmured.
He suppressed his surprise and rang the doorbell.
A moment later, the door opened.
An elderly man wearing a neat black coat and with his hair combed meticulously opened the door.
His expression was calm as his gaze swept quickly over Green and Sura, lingering for a moment on Green's slightly disheveled clothes and tense expression.
Good evening, sir and madam.
The butler's voice was calm and polite, revealing little emotion. "Are you Mr. Morris?"
"Yes," Green nodded.