Miss Woods just smiled sweetly and didn't say anything, but she looked at the clock on the wall.
She seemed to think of something important and let out a cry of surprise.
"Oh, Carol, it's time for lunch."
I also looked up at the clock. It was twelve o'clock at noon. I nodded. Miss Woods naturally took my hand and led me downstairs to the lobby on the first floor for lunch.
There were many people in different costumes on the first floor. I looked at them curiously. Suddenly, a man in a white shirt and black suit pants reached out to me. His dark orange tie was neatly tied. He wore gold wire glasses and his short brown hair was combed meticulously.
I was frightened by his action, which was white to morbid. He seemed to be aware of my panic. He raised a kind smile at the corners of his mouth, and his dark blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, which made people unable to see what he was thinking.
"Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Freddie Riley."
He bent his eyes and looked like a sly fox.
"Hey, Mr. Riley, our new friend is going to have lunch. Please let him go."
Miss Woods leaned over and protected me behind her. Emerald's eyes were full of precautions.
Miss Woods doesn't seem to want me to have too much trouble with Mr. Riley.
"Oh, sweetheart, you can't be so rude to a gentleman. You should talk to me in a lady's tone and manner."
Miss Woods frowned impatiently and bit her lower lip. "Oh, Mr. Riley, I'm just a lowlife, not a lady like you say."
Mr. Riley's face was expressionless. Just when I thought he wanted to know how to quit, he bypassed Miss Woods and walked behind me.
"Hey, Freddie Riley."
Miss Woods has no honorific words.
I was a little curious about why the man in front of me wanted to approach me so shamelessly.
"Beautiful lady, do you want to talk to me about a deal?"
"I can provide you with an escape map here. Of course, your equipment should be divided into half of mine. We help each other to win the treasure of the manor, and then leave here."
I smiled politely at him, coughed softly and cleared my throat.
"Mr. Riley, I don't think you would like to discuss a deal with me."
After listening to my words, he became more interested in me.
"Oh? Then ask the beautiful lady to explain why I don't want to talk about a deal with you?"
"My equipment is only these tarot cards, and if you talk to me about a deal, you will have to pay a price that you can't afford."
I raised a smile that I thought was very treacherous. Of course, the "black hearted businessman" with money interests at the bottom of his eyes is more black hearted than him.
Well, although it is not advisable to directly identify others as "black businessmen" at the first sight, we still need to be careful. Miss Nightingale reminded me not to trust anyone here before I set out.
Here, I can only trust myself.
Even Miss Woods, who has a friendly appearance, cannot be classified as my friend. Who knows if she is a vicious wolf dressed in soft and cute rabbit skin.
"Oh, beautiful lady, why don't you talk about the chips you want? Otherwise, how can I know whether I can pay?"
His voice is lazy, and he seems to mention this problem carelessly. Well, it seems that he doesn't pay attention to what I said.
"The chip I want is... your most precious thing, and I think your most precious thing, may be your hands, your eyes, your voice, your hearing."
I think I must be like an old witch in a black fairy tale now. Although I haven't really experimented, what Miss Nightingale told me must be correct. Miss Nightingale is the only person I can trust.
The smile on Freddie Riley's face suddenly stiffened, and the shock of his eyes overwhelmed the pondering, but he soon calmed down.
"Oh, by the way, beautiful lady, if I may be rude, may I have your name?"
"Carol Daisy, sir."
In my eyes, the name is just a code name. It's OK to tell him that he held the glasses with gold wire frames.
"Oh... Miss Daisy, that's a beautiful name. I don't think I saw your name on the list."
"She is not a participant in the game, but a guide sent by Miss Nightingale."
The cold voice interrupted the words I had just come to my mouth. It was Miss Marta Bettenfeld.
My eyes looked at her. She was intently wiping her pistol with a cloth handkerchief.
She didn't even raise her head. It seemed that she didn't notice my situation at all, as if she didn't say what she just said.
"Well, Mr. Riley, Carol and I are ready for dinner. Please stay out of the way."
Miss Woods' unhappy cheeks bulged, and her eyes seemed to overflow with disgust.