Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The last three lines are stained with black ink and it is impossible to tell what is written on them.

In the lower right corner, there are a few words of address information.

Put down the paper.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

"What were you looking for just now?"

Abel asked suddenly.

"Micro camera."

The boy nodded and shook his head: "First, Ashley, we have to find out if this is a prank." Seeing that his girlfriend was about to explode, Amber raised his hand to interrupt: "No, no, no, honey, I'm not saying that I don't believe it at all."

Pointing out the window: "We have to think of a way."

He picked up his phone and searched for half a minute before showing it to his girlfriend.

"here."

Point to the first row.

"There will be a small passenger ship leaving the island tomorrow afternoon. Two tickets, is that okay?"

Ashley looked at him, a little dazed.

"Do you really believe..."

"To be honest, a little bit." Abel sighed, "But if half of what is written on this note is true, we will be in danger. You know, in a place like this, George Romey is a rich man..."

Making two people disappear quietly is as easy as drinking a glass of water.

Even more terrifying.

They went out for their 'exploration' but didn't leave any information for their families.

Suddenly, I remembered George Romy's casual test at the party -

'You didn't tell anyone?'

The man's half-smiley expression at that time is even more bizarre when I think about it now...

A cold air stream climbed up my back and onto my neck.

Abel stood up suddenly!

"Ashley, we're leaving tomorrow!"

Of course the girl agreed a hundred percent.

"Whether it's a prank or not, we shouldn't stay here any longer..." Abel walked around the huge room and pulled down the decoration on the wall - two crossed swords.

Waved a few times.

"Let's not sleep tonight. There are still a few hours before dawn. Ashley, I remember he said we can use the things here as we like, right? Sedan, we want a sedan."

A plan quickly formed in the boy's mind.

A reliable boyfriend.

Ashley felt a little relieved.

"If he doesn't agree..."

"Then let's go for a walk." Abel gently stabbed the sword into the carpet. "Unless he wants to turn against us directly, he can't imprison us openly. Ashley, we can only take a gamble..."

At this point, the boy said apologetically: "If I hadn't insisted on coming..."

"What time is it now, dear." Ashley walked over, gently hugged her boyfriend's waist, and put her face against his chest: "...I hope it's a prank."

hope…

very slim.

Although Abel said he didn't believe it, only he knew what he was thinking.

tomorrow…

As long as tomorrow comes.

Buy your ticket and drive or take some other bus to the port...

Get on board.

The other party would definitely not dare to stop them openly. Without any evidence, it should be okay to let them go... right?

The boy cursed in his mind.

Why come here.

Annoyance and irritation suddenly flooded my heart.

Chapter 70 Horrifying Stories and Boarding the Ship

Early in the morning, the young couple with dark circles under their eyes washed up hastily, tiptoed down to the elevator and chose to move down the stairs one floor at a time.

then…

Carol discovered it.

The manor's butler was preparing breakfast for them, and the two men were so panicked that they bumped face to face with the middle-aged man who had gotten up early.

"Fuck——"

Swallowing the dirty words, the girl, who had a frightened night, hid behind her boyfriend with only her eyes showing.

"This is the first time I realize how unsatisfactory my appearance is, Mr. Able. George always praises me for being energetic, refined and elegant. It seems that this is just an excuse to trick me into helping him with chores."

A joke is not a joke if no one laughs.

The young couple stared at the upright butler with a wary look on their faces, their hands holding something in their pockets - Abel found a butter knife in the room last night, and gave up the two ostentatious display swords.

At least this one is sharp.

"Mr. Able? Miss Ashley?"

Carol was surprised: "It seems that you didn't get enough rest?" He pointed under his eyelids: "I understand. Young people's bodies always secrete excess hormones-"

"Mr. Carroll."

Abel suddenly interrupted: "George said that we can use the facilities in the manor at will."

"Oh, of course. But if you want to go swimming, I suggest you have breakfast first. Today I made--"

"We need a car."

Second interruption.

Carlo didn't care. Or maybe he was a young man who just thought things through. He could understand: "Car? No problem. Do you have a driver's license, kid?"

Seeing Abel nod, he turned and left the stairs, selecting a key from the porch cabinet. "Maybe it's not too new, and it can't be driven too fast. Do you understand? If you insist on driving at a life-or-death speed on a crooked road, let alone the car, I can't afford the responsibility of two lives."

After getting the car keys, it was Amber and Ashley's turn to be full of questions.

——Is it so easy to get the car?

and many more…

The note only mentioned the crimes of the owner of the manor, George Romey, but did not mention the butler and the servants here.

Assuming the housekeeper is unaware...

is it possible?

The butler who was in charge of all matters in the manor, two living people disappeared from the room. He...

Not aware?

Ashley bit her lip and spoke with some difficulty: "Mr. Carol, if you are an honest man, we must tell you about Joe--"

Abel pulled his girlfriend hard, causing her to stagger.

"She means that the room is very comfortable, and that last night was very pleasant. Thank Mr. George Romey for us—by the way, where is he?"

The boy used his eyes to warn the woman in his arms: Don't do anything unnecessary. Now is not the time to be a saint. No matter whether Carol is worthy of knowing or not, they have to leave first before thinking about what to do next.

Leave first.

Carol bowed slightly. "Have a nice trip. I'll pass it on to Mr. George Romey. He has a meeting this morning about some small investments he has made locally... You don't want to hear such a long speech, do you?"

of course.

Great.

By the time he comes back, we will be far away from here.

Goodbye, Mr. George Romey.

The boy thanked the housekeeper and hurried with his girlfriend. When they came out of the main entrance of the building, the black car was parked at the door - it had been used by the housekeeper and had not been parked yet, which made it convenient for them.

"let's go…"

Take a deep breath and press the start button.

The car shot out like an arrow!

……

"I'm starting to wonder if this is a prank."

Ashley huddled in the passenger seat with her arms folded as locals and buildings flashed past the car window.

The smooth journey inevitably made her start to doubt the note.

"Is it possible that this was a prank by the last tourist, but Mr. George Romey is not aware of it?"

"We drove his car and left without saying goodbye..."

The girl turned around and tugged at her boyfriend's sleeve.

"How rude, just because of that weird note..."

Abel grinned, his eyes fixed on the front: "Yesterday you were so mad that you wanted to climb over the wall and leave in the dark. Honey, women are so fickle."

"I'm not kidding..."

Ashley scratched her unkempt hair in annoyance: "This is not right, Amber. Suppose it really is a prank..."

It can't be a prank.

What the girlfriend thinks is her business, but the boy has his own judgment - what is the purpose of a housekeeper?

In addition to taking care of trivial matters, the more important aspect is to protect and ensure that one's employer is not harmed in this place, which can be said to be somewhat "barbaric", on this strange island.

Given George Romey's level of "hospitality", no one could guarantee who the tourists he took in were or what they would leave in the rooms they stayed in.

It’s acceptable for some daily necessities, but what if they are dangerous goods?

What if it's a camera?

if…

It would be a dereliction of duty for the butler to leave these things in the guest rooms of the manor. Unfortunately, Carol, who Amber observed, was not a dereliction of duty.

So how did that bloody note appear in the crack of the bed?

It wasn't stuck in some dark corner waiting for the children to explore and find it. On the contrary, it was just pinned between the sheets and the quilt - had no one tidied the room before they moved in?

and so…

Whether it was George Romy, some servant or even Carol, there must be something wrong with one of them.

Whether it's a warning or an over the top prank...

He couldn't take any chances here with Ashley.

"Amber?"

Abel shook his head and held her hand.

"We're already here. Look."