“Does this have something to do with the empty room?” asked Mr. Cake with a very serious tone.
He nodded his head confidently.
“Even though it's carpeted, that doesn't mean it's completely inaudible. If it's done carefully," he said nodding. "But when dad in that room, his voice always sounded barbaric."
He added that as a child every night when he tried to find his mother who was not in the room, it always ended up in the empty room. The voice sounded faint but he believed that his future matters were also related to his father's profit.
“Don't you think the room is quite strange? From the first it contained objects such as warehouses and shelves, I suggested that they would not look messy. I mean, maybe it wouldn't be strange if the room had no windows, but why the carpet?” asked Ulric.
That's actually our question, for which I'm looking forward to a logical explanation. But it's quite strange when the owner even asks back. Mr. Cake asked that the other empty room looked normal, but again the guy named Ulric shrugged his shoulders. He said the room was planned to be his father's private room.
“Yeah, it would be quite a hassle to clean. But, was the bed over there also placed there from the start?” nod Mr. Cake that look surprised.
“Not really, but ever since Belladonna was placed there. My father… the creature never considered her a human in the slightest, but not by me. I'm afraid that she, the only one precious to me, will be treated the same as my mother in that room, well…,” The man's right hand scratched his head with a sigh. “Two weeks I had to fight for a room swap. In the end I made my father give up.”
I, personally, I am quite curious about the strange relationship of the Ulric Family. It doesn't sound common when family members are against each other. Moreover, people who are not from the family, Miss Belladonna, are said to be not considered as human.
When Mr. Cake asked about what made Mr. Ulric’s father gave up, whether it was physical. But he shook his head in denial.
"Are you crazy? I have never won against a man who has never missed his routine of martial arts!” he firmly refused.
That's quite natural though, not with his posture or mentality, I guess.
Mr. Cake was silent for a moment, he held his chin. His mouth moved softly in a not-so-clear voice.
"How is your relationship with Mr. Alex and Miss Zoe? Why did you decide to befriend them?”
He replied that, when he was in elementary school, he only had those two friends. One of them never left until he got to work. According to Mr. Ulric, they are the only ones who accept it for what it is. Further explained, Alex and Zoe are the only ideal friends to confide in.
"I never expected a relationship that was more than that, because you know myself I'm not a social type of person. Moreover I have some problems. But in middle school, Zoe said otherwise. You know a kid that age? They think they are experts on love. Among the three of us there must be one who doesn't accept it, it happened in an instant," his eyes blinked, he shook his head lightly. “I have my own problems that make this person very sensitive. From then on I realized that the problem was only getting worse.”
“You know and can't do anything? Because they are the only friends. One different word, the result will eliminate one.” Mr. Cake nodded in understanding.
"Or both. Well, in the end it was both,” added Mr. Ulric.
I don't understand what they mean. What I can understand is that it was a crucial choice.
Mr. Cake paused to check the time on his watch.
"In the end it's just Belladonna?" Mr. Cake smiled faintly.
"Yeah, I guess?" he nodded confidently, “Another reason she became my personal assistant is because she is effective and understands what I need. Starting from meeting schedules, eating, to medicine. Well, that's understandable since we've known each other for a long time. But I used to work triples. Working for a company and managing two inns in a place that really is quite a distance away.”
“Villa in Carthrew, St Austell, monsieur?”
He paused for a moment and furrowed his brow. A moment later his eyebrows rose.
“O-oh, y-yes yes! That one I ordered someone else. I have little experience with building rental issues.”
There was silence for a moment, while we just nodded following him.
His smile was friendly for the first time, “I think it's only now that I realize being expelled from the company isn't too bad either. So I have more free time.”
We smiled back a little.
“That's the most interesting story, maybe also inspiring, Monsieur. After all that, of course you will get a new member.” When the words were said the man was gloomy. “Keep in mind, I'm not interested in discussing the contents of the newspaper. I just wanted your opinion on the decision of the then head of the Ulric household.”
The man's eyebrows rose again.
“To be honest, there's no feeling left after my biological mother died. It will always contain hate, but if that person doesn't interfere, then I don't have to do anything unnecessary," he added. "So that's what I said, but our relationship with the two new members of family isn't good either."
"Like other people who don't even know?" Mr. Cake raised an eyebrow.
“Like two different camps. Even though that girl, likes to finish the food I bought in the fridge, it must be really annoying.” He nodded confidently.
“Even if your house has at least room for two refrigerators?”
"Yeah, it's ironic. But it's not necessary. My mother taught the principle of frugality, so there was nothing else but to follow it. That's a good thing anyway."
When Mr. Cake continued to dig deeper into Mr. Ulric’s two step family members, the man just shook his head neither understanding nor caring. As he said, 'doesn’t interferre' then that's exactly what he did. But when asked why he was able to get out of jail in just three years, he himself admitted that it was strange.
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the death penalty or at least twenty years in prison?" He folded his arms, his eyes looked the other way. “Or… the constable said something…”
This man is so smart make me curious. It was indeed greatly supported by his dazed face, but this person too much didn't know the things he should know. Is he forgetful? Well, at least I'm not alone.
Mr. Cake immediately grabbed the man's shoulders, “Please remember, Monsieur Ulric! No matter how small it is, it must have great potential!”
The man nodded doubtfully, the expression on his face could only be resigned.
He explained that the word constable at that time there was someone who tried to undermine the allegation. In the first murder, when he woke up at breakfast, suddenly his half-sister, Diana Ulric, lay on the floor after drinking milk, the refrigerator position slightly open. The same thing happened, he dreamed that his step sister was drinking milk and then fell.
“As far as I remember, the constable said the arsenic in the milk was not the same as the one near me when I woke up. It matched the one my father had on the medicine shelf in my stepmother's room. He said it was for leukemia medicine. While the ones near me are for insecticides.”
Mr. Cake quickly and rather hurriedly took a small notebook from his pocket. He tried to record everything he just said.
"Very good. Then with the second victim?”
It was like repeating his words, that it was the same thing. He fell asleep in his room dreaming similarly, that the woman looked like she was choking. The next morning she was found dead. When the police checked, it turned out that the content of the sedative which is usually taken has been replaced by steroid pills. The victim eyes were slightly yellowed, a sign that her liver had been damaged from an overdose. While the steroid bottle found in Mr. Ulric's bed was new sealed and was small.
“I received news that on the shelf of the stepmother's medicine, when she was searched, there was a white bottle of almost the same size. Constable reported that it was premeditated murder or it could have been an accident. But there's one odd thing…”
The man clutched his chin, an eyebrow raised in one side.
“Constable said that evidence of murder was found because in dad's room there was a photo of stepmother with another man. Then another thing, the shorts were found under the bed the stepmother was sleeping in."
When Mr. Cake asked when he got information about leniency, the man shook his head in disbelief and said it was about a week.
“Well, in the end the three-years prison term went to my father. The same incident, I fell asleep and was dreaming that the man would face an accident on the road although not specific. When I woke up, on top of the drawer there was surprisingly a car brake pop.” He shrugged.
After that Mr. Cake asked two things, about the book he had brought from the empty room. The man was sure that he didn't know the book at all.
“Finally, how was the condition of the room when you woke up and started to find out that Ann Christine died?”
"Hm.. I don't really remember. But I clearly saw some things."
Finally, Mr. Cake thanked him for providing so much information even though it was the last, threatening way. Even so, the look on Mr. Cake looks tired. How come? While in the taxi he had just been chewing sandwiches and gulping down his milkshake greedily. Well, he must have been very hungry because lunch turned into the afternoon.
Meanwhile I'm getting confused about this case. Leaning my head didn't make much difference other than being sleepy.
"What's the matter, Feline?" His hands folded the sandwich wrapper round and put it in the bigger bag.
I sighed. "Nothing, just a dead end."
"Well, let's break the wall," he looked at the rearview mirror. "Caffinch Walk, Cambourne, monsieur."
Then he took his cell phone to call Mr. Chad.
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