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Chapter 2: Karma Arises Like Evil [Act 3] Disillusionment (7)

She knew that the name 'Eric' was a taboo in the heart of this wolf-like cruel master, and no one dared to mention it in front of him unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Humph! Does my good brother want to emulate 'invulnerable Siegfried' again[29]? Andrew stretched out his hand and drank the leather whip in the manservant's hand, his ice-blue eyes swelled with strong hatred, and he ordered Emma, who was still on her knees, "Give me good 'care' of this, don't kill her!" With that, he turned and left the damp and gloomy corridor.

Emma was busy smiling, bowing frequently until Andrew's figure disappeared.

As a housekeeper, she understood the meaning of Andrew's words at the moment: conferring full authority over life and death to Lin Jingru is undoubtedly a great trust and reward for her loyalty, and it is also a glory that the servants who were tragically killed in order to help the Chinese woman abscond a few years ago have never enjoyed at all. （hua.）

Thinking of this, the smile on Emma's face deepened, and she turned her eyes to Lin Jingru, who had already collapsed in a pool of blood, and saw that the woman's cotton cheongsam was soaked in blood and sludge, and the two whip marks were like ugly centipedes with teeth and claws, which was shocking! Between the flipped flesh, a large amount of blood was flowing rapidly down the stairs around the corridor. The damp and moldy air is mixed with a strong fishy smell, which makes people nauseous and churning in their stomachs, and they want to cover their noses and vomit!

"Hmph, stupid donkey! If you had listened to me and obediently gone back to eat and sleep, how could you have the pain of flesh and skin at the moment? Emma covered her nose tightly with a silk handkerchief, rubbed her waist that was hurt by the blow, and spat at Lin Jingru, who was already unconscious, "What a slut who doesn't know how to lift, dare to hit me and hit me?" Don't you know that a few years ago, 'she' who looks like you was also respectful to me, and she didn't dare to disobey me in the slightest? She looked at the whip-wielding manservant with a cold and arrogant smile, "Since there is a saying in English about 'threeandout', then you can send her back after the three whips, and then starve her for a day to sober her mind!" ”

"She is truly the nurse and confidant of His Excellency Count Hoffmann, and her methods are as cruel as ever!" The manservant muttered to himself, so he had to give Lin Jingru another heavy whip, and then together with the other two manservants, he threw her back to the room where she had been imprisoned like a dead dog, locking the iron door.

When Andrew returned to the study, Eric was already waiting impatiently on the other end of the phone, and his tone was even colder, and he said straight to the point: "My dear brother, according to reliable information from the Military Intelligence Bureau, one of your two operatives recently died of ** food, namely amoebic poison; One was stabbed three times by his enemies in a verbal dispute in the street and died. So I conclude that Lin Jingru has been secretly arrested by you, hum! You've done a great job! ”

"Hmph, my dear brother is a pillar of the Wehrmacht, and his sense of smell is no less than that of a German shepherd!" Andrew's ice-blue eyes suddenly turned murderous, and there was a trace of terrifying blood red, "You're so sure, it's mainly the University of Munich who reported the crime." Otherwise, just based on the death of two pieces of scum, you can infer that the* person was arrested by me? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Eric on the other end of the phone couldn't hold it, and with a snort, a mouthful of English black tea splashed on the desk in front of him. He clenched the microphone and stroked his forehead with a long smile: "What? Don't you know that things are going on at the University of Munich? I never expected that your intelligence network would also fail one day!? ”

Exegesis:

[29] The hero of the German folk epic (i.e., the Old Teutonic poem) The Song of the Nibelungen, who bathes himself in the blood of a slain dragon and is invulnerable, but there is a leaf-covered area on his back that does not stain the dragon's blood, which becomes his fatal point and causes him to be killed, similar to Achilles in Greek mythology. It can be seen that Andrew quoted this man with a lot of implications.