What surprised me was the incident that Mr. Cake said about three of Widehope's students who committed suicide, apparently they were killed. Vera Hasselbein didn't deserve to die, but Madame Hasselbein was also not allowed to violate the law.
Everyone looked sad, especially the drill hair woman. Since Mr. Cake told how they had enjoyed Aunt Edelweiss's food, how those memories led them to avoid the tasteless food from the canteen in the building behind Widehope. With a price that is not expensive, of course Aunt Edelweiss is the prima donna for her abilities in the hearts of anyone, including Lady Verdamant, one of Mr. Cake.
But who knew, that it was Aunt Edelweiss, who looked benevolent and kind, that her name was attached to the killer's identity.
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Miss Pusscat gave a small nod while holding her chin. "Just like the report we made before. With reasonable evidence of course,” she wrote into the book she had just taken from her brown velvet coat. “But, Mark, how were Gertrude and Rita? At that time, the essay contained choking, if I'm not mistaken?”
Mr. Cake closed his eyes for a moment
"Yeah, because of time. An analysis that came out with the intention of getting the police to accept it.”
The glamor woman groaned, “No wonder I feel weird! I even had to persuade my father! Tch, you should have confirmed first!”
Yes, that's quite reasonable. Since that glamorous woman, Miss Mchperson, was a member of the police along with her father at that time, being caught could violate the code of ethics. He should have been more angry though. But, given the circumstances back then, I believe Mr. Cake is also on the verge of rushing with the facts as they are.
"Sure, Miss Mcpherson. That's why we attended the discussion," he added. "That's not strange, by the way, because Aunt Edelweiss or Madame Hasselbein have only waited for their last prey, Madame Caulburn, for years. Because of that reputation is built slowly. Therefore, by taking advantage of her past, someone who is very manipulative is plotting bad things.”
“Hey, don't tell me…” said the man called James, looking at the others.
I also thought the same thing. In my opinion, it would not be strange if the strangle marks were solely to cover his mouth. But if you think in that direction, then there are events that collide.
“Referring to the newspaper I bought with Verdamant in Malham Cove mini convinience store, so we return to the name of the patient at Eccley Pittersbugh. Erica Hutchins, who drowned in a small pond on Blake Street, was someone said she was involved in the illegal immigrant case. Oddly enough, the woman confessed to having killed the previously escaped patient, Petrine Blewett. The problem is that when we did a check at the address given, there was no such thing as Erica Hutchins but Monica Hutchins. Then I asked Miss Mcpherson if there was any similar news and there was! That's a kidnapping case, Lorraine Inkswell!"
"Are they related?" asked Miss Pusscat.
“Miss Mcpherson gave me a note from the Interpol police. It contains the names of people to watch out for. The people who are tied to the conspiracy organization are unknown. I finally found that name, Lorraine Inkswell.”
Mr. Cake took a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Then it was given to the woman called Gwen.
"Finally?" he said while reading the paper.
"Oui, Lorraine Inkanette Sprewell," Mr. Cake gave another piece of paper from an old newspaper that had been cut. "Just in case, if you mind the way I take my initials."
The woman nodded confidently. The picture was then given to the Mcpherson glamor woman when she requested.
"Isn't that similar?"
The woman still squinted and watched very carefully.
"Well..." Mr. Cake held his chin. “That purple haired one. Erica Hutchins."
Miss Pusscat lifted her mouth. "For a moment, let's pretend they're the same. Then what does that have to do with Petrina Blewett you say?”
Mr. Cake do a small walking around in a twist.
Assume that you agree that Lorraine is a network of international scale criminal organizations. Assume that the absolute rule in the organization is that failure means death, so any member doesn't have a second chance, so they have to be serious. In her work she takes orders. Then the order is to somehow make an issue to divert another issue. Then this person seeks identity, which in that person has died, must match at least the last name. In order to buy time for people who find out. Then she came to a mental hospital to pretend to be crazy under her fake name. Every crazy people that lonely, certainly will not be asked for further information. So the hospital can take initiative that maybe they can take care the administration or else later, I mean for donation. That one makes her mission of searching for missing persons never to be found,” he explained.
“Wait, why does it have to be that complicated?”
"Well, to divert the issue. For example, he had carried out the actual kidnapping, so that the police would find out more about him. Maybe his cover was almost uncovered, so he had to change his identity and add one more. By confessing or maybe also having killed a woman who has been determined. Once that is done, then this fictitious character or name must die by any means. This guy needs a new shell to protect his cover. It's the same for the organization. If she didn't want to die, or the organization took great harm, sooner or later the woman would take the initiative. The more complicated she did this, the more difficult it is for someone to find its roots, "
Everyone looked even more confused than before. That's natural because to be honest, if that's true, then they have to do it neatly. At least that's what I thought.
“You mean that person is completely unforgivable? Then why should he confess to killing the woman that was determined?”
"That's not surprising for a large organization, failure means death," he added. “Firstly, it was determined because it might fit physically. So that the change of identity can run smoothly. Second, after the identity is ready, people will come to Widehope with confidence. For some reason that made Miss Mcpherson have to change her name, Beagle."
The glamor lady, at the age of almost 50, is the focus of attention. What they mean maybe, what and why actually Miss Mcpherson conduct investigations - secretly.
"Laboratory..." Mcpherson said hesitantly.
“Alors all of that is the reason for me to say that there were two killers. And this one is really very manipulative,”
Everyone drank whatever was on the table, reducing tension and stretching the mind. Even the cake is gone. While the old grandmother who I didn't realize was sleep leaning against the table quietly.
“Let's turn the clock back 18 years. That night was an eerie and noisy night. Rain and lots of lightning shouted. Of course I will be helped by someone,” Mr. Cake walked around slowly. "Or at least I will force the person, if needed?"
He was still walking slowly around them, then closer to me. I'm getting confused. The problem was what this man wanted from that old sleeping grandmother. Mr. Cake flashed a strange smile at the sleeping old grandma, as if he was about to do something evil. I don't understand. I don't understand why Mr. Cake signaled me to be quiet.
His hand grabbed the old grandmother who looked fast asleep. Some people want to prevent it. Of course I was the first to dissuade Mr. Cake though can not do much.
Suddenly the whole room was shocked when Mr. Cake was held by her. The old grandmother didn't sleep, perhaps?
“Today's youth do not know manners. What is this you do with that free charge?”
“It's not Hyperglycemia, but Hypoglycemia, that way I don't have to act like this. At least no idiot forgets her insulin at her 81, goes off on her own, and… you sit down and then stand up too fast, two seconds. Yeah, kinda fishy."
I don't know what to do, but a small smile seems polite. Cake made the old woman angry.
Then…
We were shocked when her hand pulled her own face. It turned out to be like a rubber. Or something like in a secret agent movie.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Gutierrez."
From that old face, there was a woman with shoulder-length straight golden brown hair, her face was enchanting like no other. If I had to make a comparison, then this woman was a match for Miss Flemming.
I was a little scared when the woman called Mcpherson swiftly pointed a gun. Even Miss Pusscat and Miss Pussett were getting ready.
Mr. Cake calmly blocked the gun with his bare hand.
“Let me get this straight guys, we're here to discuss something. You all promised not to make a scene with this little shopkeeper,” Mr. Cake with a serious tone.
Things started to calm down again. At least I'm somewhat relieved the gun was lowered. Mr. Cake recounted how he saw the girl in the yellow coat, on a rainy night with strong winds and flashes of thunder, lifting the fainted Gwendoline up to meet Aunt Edelweiss who didn't attack her before finally pulling the trigger of the constable's gun.
"Miss Gutie- Sonia what did you see that time?"
The woman who disguised herself as an old hag in a robe and a white bonnet hat looked at everyone somewhat objectionably, except for me who she smiled sweetly.
“It's the same as before. Yellow coat girl. She dragged Rita. I followed her all the way to a small shop complex. Then they are bound and unconscious in an apple tree. And… suddenly I woke up in the health care unit's house, in that yellow coat,”
"Thank You. Then for a while everyone was finally accusing Sonia, however there was one person who said something strange,” said Mr. Cake
Mr. eyebrows Cake one of them went up. He walked a little around while making people remember something.
"The keyword, yellow coat."
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