Chapter 222 A Familiar Name.

"She is so lucky to have a writer brother like you." Hearing that Lux can freely choose a school, Sally's eyes suddenly showed envy, and she clutched the white bed sheet and continued to ask.

"Mr. Camus, although my question is very presumptuous, can you tell me how much your weekly salary is? You are a kind gentleman, and the first gentleman I met who is willing to pay attention to me." Hearing this question, Camus did not retract his gaze. He still looked into the depths of the room, and his face could not see what expression was. Taylor also looked over, and Camus suddenly felt a pain in his arm. His eyes drooped and he spoke lightly.

"My weekly salary is not stable, but it will not be less than three gold coins."

"That's great, my brother will also become a gentleman like Mr. Camus. He told him that he wanted to be a writer." Sally's tone was a little excited, and she said the reason for asking Camus' salary.

"Ms. Taylor is actually a poor person. His distant nephew died some time ago. As far as I know, that is his only relative." As if feeling that Camus didn't care about these issues, Sally thought about it and spoke in a casual tone.

"Hmm"

Camus spoke indifferently, pinching Taylor's tense arm with his palm to calm her down.

"Oh...what's her nephew's name? It seems to be Connor, yes...I remember Ms. Taylor told me."

"Ms. Sally, I want to be alone, can you help me get a cup of coffee?" Listening to Sally's endless words, Camus interrupted her words, hoping that he would help her pour a cup of coffee.

"Oh...is water okay? The coffee is in the dean's studio, I can't go in." Hearing Camus asking her to pour coffee, Sally's face showed obvious disappointment, and she spoke in a low voice.

"Hmm...ok." Camus replied softly, stood up, and looked at Sally with gentle eyes.

"Okay...wait a moment."

Seeing such a gentle and handsome Camus, Sally's heart suddenly beat, she walked out with a smile, and disappeared in the aisle in the blink of an eye.

"Wait for me here." After giving the order, Camus walked with deep steps to the depths of the dim room, where neat white beds were placed. However, Camus's sight was not on those beds, but on the dim walls, where there were several large and small black marks, the highest of which only reached Camus' waist.

"Soraka?"

Camus walked to the wall and called out softly. The black marks on the wall suddenly moved. They slowly moved in front of Camus. The air suddenly revealed a smell of barbecue, which was also mixed with a little charcoal. These sudden changes did not change Camus at all. His eyes were calm and cold.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Camus was unmoved, a hoarse and childish little girl's voice appeared in the wall. Camus immediately put his hand on the wall when he heard it. The coldness of the wall shocked him.

"People passing by, can you tell me what happened? I am the guardian of that little girl." Camus spoke in a low voice. He turned and pointed at Taylor, waiting for their reply.

"Will you help us?" The black mark on the wall twisted. They had recognized Taylor long ago, otherwise they would not have come out.

"I am happy to, but it has to be within my ability." Seeing these evil spirits so normal, Camus suddenly believed what they said. According to what Sally said just now, there were no other deaths in the entire orphanage except these children, which means that the evil spirits here are controllable or kind.

Kind? These two words floated in Camus's mind, and he suddenly felt a little funny. The evil spirits are kind? He has never seen kind evil spirits, which means that these evil spirits are either suppressed or afraid of something. The former is unlikely. If they are suppressed, they will not come out so easily, then it is the latter. Then who are they afraid of? The answer is self-evident, but is old lady Taylor really an extraordinary person? Why didn't he find anything? There is no magic fluctuation on her body.

"Do you really want to know?" Hearing that Camus is willing to help them, a dark female voice continued to speak.

"I want to listen." Camus spoke in a low voice. He really wanted to know what happened. He felt that this was not an ordinary murder case.

"Tylerli killed us, he is a demon in human skin..." The little girl said a word and immediately shrank back, and Camus also heard the voice behind him.

"Mr. Camus, the water you want." Sally's somewhat high voice came, Camus immediately turned around and walked back. These evil spirits have already said that Taylorli is a demon in human skin. No matter what his purpose is, Taylorli is definitely in danger. Camus thought and walked back and took Sally's hot water.

"Sally, where are those children buried?"

Camus asked lightly after taking the water cup. Sally was obviously stunned and then spoke.

"Dean Taylor said that they were sent to the Draf Light Cemetery."

Camus paused while drinking water. Taylorli lied. Evil spirits cannot leave a certain range of corpses. Those corpses must be buried somewhere in the orphanage. Why did Taylorli lie? Thinking of this, Camus suddenly became curious about Taylorli. He put the water cup back and asked nonchalantly.

"What did Dean Taylorli do when she went out? I think she was very anxious."

"Oh, this matter, I still find it strange. I don't know what's wrong with the director recently. She likes oil paintings very much. She should go to the antique market on Maria Street. She goes there every day recently, but she doesn't buy anything. She is really a good director. Recently, the funds transferred to the orphanage by the government and the church have been greatly reduced. She also took out part of the money to maintain the expenses of the orphanage."

Oil painting? Camus' eyes flashed. Everyone has a process for doing things. A person who doesn't like oil painting suddenly likes oil painting very much. There must be her purpose. Through his various conclusions, even if Taylor is not a demon, there must be a big problem.

"In fact, this is also a tragedy. Ms. Taylor's distant nephew is an oil painter, but he died some time ago. I have seen that gentleman. His skin is very white." Sally spoke heavily. Taylor is not young anymore. If there is any problem with such a good director, it will be a great loss.

"Oil painting, nephew? Do you know what his nephew's name is?" Camus raised his head and looked at Sally with silver eyes quietly.

"Connor, Mr. Camus, I've mentioned his name before." Seeing Camus asking her, Sally was a little annoyed. Could it be that she spoke too quickly and Mr. Camus didn't remember it.

"Connor?" Camus murmured lightly, and the fog in his mind gradually disappeared. A figure appeared in Camus's mind, Connor, the down-and-out painter, the picture of marrying a lower-class civilian, one of the parties involved in the tragedy.

The clear concept in his mind immediately made Camus's eyebrows jump. Why is Taylor Li involved with the dead Connor? Taylor Li suddenly likes oil painting and goes to the antique market every day. It seems that she is looking for something?

Could it be...

Camus's breathing paused, and he immediately knew what Taylor Li was looking for. He was looking for that oil painting, the oil painting with a strange door, the oil painting that was sealed by himself for the second time, and the oil painting that sealed the Queen of Diamonds, but how did this matter have to do with Taylor Li.

When his thoughts were surging, Camus did not show any expression, but just kept silent. Sally looked at Camus who was silent and spoke softly.

"Mr. Camus, do you want to write this into the story too?"

"Well... Thank you, how about we make an agreement? Today's conversation will be my secret, and you can't let others know the content of our conversation." Looking at the innocent Sally, Camus spoke gently. He has determined that there must be something wrong with Taylor, and Sally who told him these things must be in some danger, and this danger is her mouth. As long as she doesn't tell anyone, she will be safe.

"Okay... okay." Looking at Camus' sudden change, Sally's tone obviously paused.

"Well..."

Just then, Taylor, who was sitting on the bed, ran over from the bed, pulled Camus's trouser legs, and looked at Camus with some tears in his eyes.

"Are you leaving?"

"No... I will take you with me." Camus shook his head immediately. Since it was clear that Taylor had a problem, he would not let Taylor take risks. He decided to take Taylor home.

"Sally, can I take Taylor away? You've seen that her mood is very unstable. I want her to go back home to recuperate."

"Yes, you are her guardian, you can indeed take her away. This is also the tradition of the orphanage." Sally smiled, and he said lightly.

"Very good, Ms. Sally, I'm sorry to bother you today, I think I should go back too." Hearing that he could take Taylor away, Camus was relieved. He was afraid that the procedures of the orphanage were too troublesome. He couldn't go back today, and he was very reluctant to stay here. As for the stories of evil spirits, he was not interested. He had already determined that Taylor had a problem, and it didn't matter whether he heard the next story or not.

"Okay, Mr. Camus, I'll take you out." Hearing that Camus was leaving, Sally's face showed a hint of disappointment, but she still smiled stiffly. It was already past four in the afternoon, and it was indeed late.

Camus led Taylor to walk behind Sally, approaching the white cross. Camus raised his head and looked at him at the tall cross. At this time, he suddenly felt that there was something terrifying hidden here. He lowered his head and walked out of the opera house.

As soon as Camus left the orphanage, that familiar feeling of being watched appeared behind him again. Camus turned around immediately and saw the windowsill of the orphanage. The white cloth in the windows fluttered slightly, but the curtains were very stiff, as if someone was pulling the curtains to prevent him from going back. Camus immediately knew who was responsible for the previous feeling of being watched and the current feeling of being watched. It was that group of evil spirits.