Flowers, Swords and France

The dull sound was like thunder in Laura's ears. ±,

Along with this sound, there was a sense of obstruction from the dagger. Laura only felt that her dagger had hit hard, and her hands trembled. It was difficult for her to hold it tightly again.

What happened!

Her heart suddenly lifted up, and her blood almost froze.

The eyes suddenly became blank, and even the thoughts in her brain almost stopped.

It was not until a moment later that she realized what had happened.

This terrible accident happened not because the matter was exposed and her brother had been prepared, but because... there was something in her brother's coat.

Because he drank too much, her brother fell asleep in his coat. Laura was not surprised by this. In order to kill him with one blow, she stabbed him directly in the heart.

However... there was something in the coat.

To be precise, it should be a pocket watch.

The pocket watch deflected Laura's heavy blow with the dagger, allowing its owner to escape the fatal blow - in a sense, it also caused its owner to suffer more pain.

The deflected blow pierced through the coat and skin, penetrated into Morris's chest, and got stuck in the gap between the ribs.

It is easy to imagine how much pain it would bring to the person stabbed.

This pain forcibly pulled Mr. Maurice de Bovan out of his drunken slumber.

He opened his eyes and saw the dark shadow in front of him.

In the shadow covered by the brim of the hat, he found a face that was originally beautiful. However, it looked pale because of excitement and fear, and was full of hideousness because of cold and cruel behavior.

The two people's eyes met.

That was, his sister!

This moment. It was like eternity.

A moment later, a huge pain burned in Morris' chest like a raging fire. The pain wiped out the fear and burned away his rationality. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream out in pain.

At this moment, Laura also rushed towards her brother with all her strength.

You could have died peacefully in your sleep...

Why... don't you want to die peacefully!

With this roar in her heart, she covered her brother's mouth with the pillow again, and then pressed her body on the pillow.

Then, she used all her strength to pull the dagger out of her brother's chest. Then she stabbed it into her brother's chest again.

"呞"

There was another light sound of the dagger piercing into the human body.

Then she pulled it out again, and again.

At this time, she didn't care about the accuracy.

Laura forced her body to press down her brother's upper body, making him unable to move despite being seriously injured. Then, with unshakable determination, she kept stabbing the dagger into her brother's body again and again, and even she herself couldn't count how many times she stabbed.

The body pressed under her body struggled slightly at first, and even uttered "Woo" and "Woo" wails. But the girl, who had made up her mind to go all the way, responded to this weak resistance with a merciless blow.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only half a minute. Laura found that the person under her didn't move anymore.

But she still stabbed twice again.

Until she was sure that the other party could not survive again, she finally relaxed and lay on the bed.

All wishes. Have become reality in her hands, her brother. Can no longer be a stumbling block on her way forward.

However, along with this indescribable sense of accomplishment and joy. Is a sense of exhaustion after overexertion.

She slapped her brother's dead body, breathing heavily, like a goldfish just fished out of the water.

She ran all the way in the rain, and her clothes were already soaked in rain and sweat.

The exhaustion after exhaustion enveloped her body, and she felt dizzy...

No, this is definitely not the time to rest!

A voice shouted in Laura's heart.

Laura forced herself to cheer up, then slowly slid down from the bed and stood up again.

She did not turn around and escape immediately, but staggered to the cabinet at the head of the bed.

Firstly, she knew that she was in a bad state and needed to recover her energy; secondly, more importantly, she had to handle the aftermath carefully.

She carefully lit the candlestick and walked back to the bed.

This time, she could see her brother's full appearance now.

His face was now terribly white, and his chest had already been bloody and bloody, and terrible blood flowers bloomed. He didn't know where his eyes were looking, but he had no spirit. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call something, and his expression became extremely distorted because of pain and surprise, and there was no trace of his original unrestrained and suave.

In the corner of his eyes, Laura clearly saw two tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.

Even when he died, his death was so ugly...

For some reason, Laura suddenly felt that her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

These tears came from the sadness of murdering her loved ones with her own hands, and the joy of finally fulfilling her long-cherished wish. In the end, even she herself couldn't tell what it was.

However, she did not stop, but leaned down and looked carefully at her brother's side.

She had to make sure that she had not left any fatal evidence for others in the chaos just now - even a thin strand of hair would make her previous efforts go to waste.

If it was the 21st century or even decades later, her arrangement would be a meaningless struggle, because the dense fingerprints everywhere would make her crime nowhere to hide, but in this era, she can enjoy some strange convenience.

After carefully checking and making sure that there was no evidence left, she hesitated. Then she took the gold pocket watch and his wallet from her brother.

Then. She deliberately made the room look messy and took away some property.

Then. Laura, who had calmed down from the passion just now and had recovered her energy, slowly left the room and closed the door again.

Then, she carefully walked along the way she came and walked to the guest room she entered.

She knew that from the moment she killed her brother, her life had already walked on the most dangerous and terrifying road, but she was still fearless. Because for her, living a peaceful life like most women was no different from death.

It was still raining outside, and the sound of rain kept coming. Laura had to get herself an umbrella in the guest room again.

Then, she walked back to the balcony, took a deep breath, and jumped onto the branch.

Then, she untied the rope and slid down the tree trunk with it. Although people would definitely know where the criminals came from soon, she couldn't let others know. It turned out that this was a murder case that had been prepared in advance.

Braving the rain, she walked to a wall, deliberately threw the few banknotes she had taken from the room to the ground, and then walked back in the opposite direction to the fence where she came from. She slipped out again along the gap.

The rain kept falling, and she was soaked all over again until this time. She opened it again.

No matter how heavy the rain was, it could not wash away the sins of the world.

On the way back, Laura felt dizzy and only relied on her willpower to keep herself from fainting. She barely relied on her memory and walked along the way she came with an umbrella.

……………………

When she slipped back to the gallery from the back door again, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning.

Although she was back to a safe place now, she still moved lightly.

Following the stairs in her memory, she walked back to the teacher's small studio and knocked on the door gently.

"Who is it?"

A dull answer came from the door.

"It's me..." Laura answered weakly.

The door was opened quickly.

When the familiar light pierced her eyes, she knew that the plan she had painstakingly planned for who knows how long and how much preparation she had made was finally completed thoroughly.

Should I thank God? Or should I thank the devil?

A sudden dizziness made her almost unable to stand and she almost fell to the ground.

Then, she was supported by someone.

"Hey? Are you okay?"

A slightly anxious question, as if it came from another planet.

"I... I'm fine." Laura barely calmed down, then turned her head to look at Fran, and then she suddenly laughed.

This smile made Fran a little nervous, but she still calmed down, "Didn't you meet anyone on the road?"

"How can there be anyone on the road now..." Lola replied with a sneer, but although she was tough, she still looked a little weak inside, showing that her physical condition was not very good at the moment, "Besides, who can see me clearly when I'm dressed like this? I've always been very careful, Miss. But you...how are you doing here? Nothing...any accidents?"

"Fortunately, it's always like this, no one came." Fran slowly helped Lola up, "But just now a servant came to the door and knocked on the door, urging me to go to bed. I was so scared that I quickly said that we were still painting and asked her not to disturb us, and I went to bed first..."

"Really? That's good..." Lola replied in a low voice, but she didn't know what she was saying, "That's great..."

Fran looked at Lola and thought she was a little strange.

Then, she smelled a scent of blood - although she had been washed by heavy rain on the road, because there was too much blood on her, Laura inevitably had a scent of blood on her body, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

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"It seems that you have succeeded?" Although she knew what the other party's return meant, she asked again just in case.

"Yes, I succeeded..." Laura nodded, and then suddenly sneered, "I succeeded... I killed my brother, hahahaha..."

Although she said it so happily, Fran could see that in addition to joy, Laura still had some complicated emotions in her heart - after all, she killed her brother with her own hands.

However, she naturally had no intention of comforting the other party.

"You should take a rest first and take a look. You are already soaked. Change your clothes quickly." She looked at Laura calmly, not showing much fear because the other party had just killed someone. "Be careful if you catch a cold tomorrow. ah."

This woman, for a person who had just killed her brother, what she actually thought of was...be careful of catching a cold tomorrow!

Laura suddenly had some doubts in her heart, not sure whether the other party was too confused or really emotionally restrained.

"What's wrong, Laura?" Looking at Laura motionless. Fran asked again.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it now.

Laura felt exhausted and just wanted to have a good rest.

She took off her clothes and put her previous skirt back on.

These clothes will be burned, but not now.

Fran walked back to the desk and sat down again.

"You go to sleep first. I'll finish the painting before going to bed. It's almost finished."

Because this is where the old painter often stayed up all night to paint. So although there is no big bed, there is a folding bed. Fran obviously intends to let Laura sleep there while she copes with it on the chair.

"Are you about to finish both paintings?" Laura suddenly became a little interested. Then he walked to the desk and looked at the paintings on the table.

A painting has been placed on Fran's left hand, which seems to be the scene of everyone's gathering just now. In the midst of the brilliantly lit palace. Flowers were in bloom, and everyone gathered together chatting with each other with smiles on their faces. The colors are bright and bright. The characters are also drawn very carefully, you can see them. The writing skills are very sophisticated.

However, with many years of professional perspective, Laura felt that the characters in it were just tangible and lifeless, looking like puppets, which was very unnatural.

It can be used to fool laymen, but that's all. She made up her mind, and then she couldn't help but feel a sneer in her heart.

It seems that this person has indeed regressed.

Then, her eyes shifted to the painting Fran was currently finishing.

Then she couldn't take her eyes off him.

In a small forest, several girls were sitting or lying together, all smiling. But their eyes were looking elsewhere, obviously they didn't mean what they said, they were just coping with the situation. In the gaps between the leaves of the forest, you can always feel some strange anomalies.

At the top of the painting, there is a night sky without any starlight, like a black nightmare that can swallow everything, hanging high above everyone's heads, making people breathless.

The exquisitely dressed and elegant girl forms a strong contrast with the thick ink sky, leaving a very deep impression on anyone.

It seems that I really underestimated her, Laura thought to herself.

"What a painting." At this moment, she forgot what she had just done and praised from the bottom of her heart, "Give it to me when the time comes."

Then, exhausted to the extreme, she walked to the folding bed that had been opened, fell on it regardless of any manners, and fell into a deep sleep.

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When Laura opened her eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.

"Are you awake?" The person next to you suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"

In the bright light, her eyes gradually came together again.

Oh, this is Miss Treville.

She slowly remembered everything she should remember.

"It's okay..." Laura responded, but found that her voice was a little hoarse.

Then she wanted to sit up, but suddenly she felt as if her head was heavy, and she felt like she had a severe headache even if she moved.

"Ah..." She couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Hey, it looks like I really have a cold. Let me tell you, my head has been burned like this." Fran nodded.

However, there was not much enthusiasm in her tone, "It's no wonder, after running in the rain for so long, it's normal to catch a cold. Is it okay?"

Of course Laura understood what she meant by saying "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter. When the time comes, I will say that it was because I was too sad about my brother's incident, so I fell ill and recovered."

"You are really amazing!" Fran couldn't help but admired. "Then what should we do next?"

"Do nothing and see if I can really get rid of suspicion." Laura reluctantly replied, "If I get everything I want, then you will get it too."

"It would be great to get your help." Fran nodded, looking very lucky.

Then, her expression suddenly became a little weird. "But... I think it's better for us to have a deadline, right? So that I don't have to help in vain and get nothing?"

"What's the meaning?"

"What I mean is obvious. If you promise to help me but never do it, what's the difference between not helping me?" Fran calmly looked at Laura lying on the folding bed, "If you delay and don't do it, If you just deal with me, won’t my work be in vain?”

Laura wanted to argue, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it for the moment.

"My head hurts a little now. Let's talk about these things later." Finally, she managed to say, "We should finish what we need to do now, right?"

"Of course we should do what's happening now, but we can't delay that either. We must get it done as soon as possible." Unlike her usual behavior, Fran didn't back down at all. Instead, she kept staring at Laura, "How about we set the time to half a year? You have to let me get what I want within half a year."

"How can we set a deadline for this kind of thing?" Laura frowned, wanting to argue but could only answer in a hoarse voice, "Only when we have the opportunity can we force him into a corner in one go."

"You mean you're just perfunctory?" Fran sneered slightly.

"It has nothing to do with perfunctory." Laura replied coldly, "Some things really can't be done immediately if you want to do them. Can you wait for a while?"

"Wait until my brother gets married and then throws me away?" Fran asked back, "Then you can be your own eldest lady and wait to inherit the hundreds of millions of wealth?"

With her question, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle and sinister.

Lola reluctantly raised her head and stared at Fran.

This temporary ally actually dared to speak to her like this, which really made her feel very upset.

"Listen to me, young lady." She unconsciously took on a commanding tone.

"What if I don't listen?" Fran was still sneering, "Don't forget how terrible you did with my help... I think the situation should be the other way around, you should listen to me."

"Are you threatening me?" Laura was a little angry. "Don't forget, you are also an accomplice! If you tell on me, will my father forgive you? Besides, the reputation of the Treville family has been greatly damaged because of you, and even your brother's future will be greatly affected..."

She sneered as she threatened.

After she finished speaking, Fran fell into silence.

Just when Laura thought she had frightened this young lady, Fran suddenly sneered again.

"Do you really think that I have to listen to you? No, you are so wrong... too naive, Miss." Her smile was so beautiful, but there was no smile in her blue eyes. "If I am exposed, my brother will have to take me to America? The family's reputation? Hahaha, what does that have to do with me! You should be grateful for my mercy and give you half a year, hahaha, hahaha!"

In Laura's horrified sight, Fran laughed. (To be continued...)

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