NOVPUBChapter 978: 463 Mountain_1 Chapter 978: 463 Mountain_1 Kelly Martinez found some straw clothes in a storage room next to the kitchen, “They are too small for you all to fit.”
These must be the straw clothes of Aubree Groove and her fellow disciples, only one of them was about the same size as Kelly Martinez, probably belonged to Aubree’s Master Empty-headed.
After Kelly Martinez put it on, she looked around, indeed it looks ugly, but it was well made.
She put on a straw hat, looks a lot like a knight errant.
“Stay here, I’ll go in the mountain to find Aubree.”
Anton Cook insisted on braving the rain with her, Kelly Martinez didn’t object, it was a good opportunity for him to demonstrate his valor.
After the two left, Madon Linggo’s gaze fell on the room opposite, “Hard to imagine, a girl has been living in such an environment for over a decade.”
Peter Aria also shared the sentiment, “Her nature surpasses that of ordinary people.”
In such poor and frugal surroundings, she has able to grow into a remarkable being.
After arriving in the big city, she wasn’t confused by the flourishing, she always maintained that pure heart.
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This, indeed is extraordinary.
In this world, perhaps there is only one Aubree.
“A person who had never attended school, how does she manage to repeatedly come first after school started, in such a high-pressure study environment?
I have seen her test papers, they are logically sound, without a certain knowledge accumulation, it’s hard to get such high scores in a scientific test.”
Aubree has too many accomplishments to the point that it makes people neglect how her results seem to defy logic.
Peter Aria murmured: “Maybe this is what is called genius.”
Madon Linggo glanced at Peter Aria, almost forgetting that this rich boy was also a rare genius in his youth, his halo was no less than Aubree’s.
Madon Linggo strides towards the Zen room, Peter Aria was taken aback, “What are you doing?”
There are four rooms in total, the layout of each room is the same.
From west to east, the first room should be Empty-headed’s.
Apart from dust, there is nothing else.
On the second room’s wall, a grass-woven dragonfly is hanging, there is also a kite in a tiger pattern, covered with dust.
The third room, Madon Linggo concluded in a glance that it was Aubree’s living room.
A hard bed leaning against the wall, the thin quilts were neatly folded.
A wooden table stood in front of the window, on which there were brushes, ink, parchment, and an inkstone.
Besides, there’s a stack of rice paper.
The quality of the brushes, inkstone, and rice paper are not good.
The brush is even bald, almost no hair left.
But all of them are worn out, proving that the hostess must frequently use them.
There is a dusty Kerosene Lamp beside it.
What age is it, and someone is still using a Kerosene Lamp.
The bookshelf nearby is full of books.
A glance at them reveals that, except for Buddhist scriptures, they are all medical books.
These books are full of aged air, the yellowed pages are covered with the traces of time.
Madon Linggo picked up a copy of the Yellow Emperor’s Internal Canon, many places were annotated in familiar handwriting.
Peter Aria stands at the door, not stepping in.
Intruding into a girl’s room and turning it upside down like this, this is inappropriate for two grown men.
“What are you suspecting?” Peter Aria asked.
From the inside of the room, it seemed as if he could see the girl, day by day, meditating and reading in such poor environment.
Under the ancient Buddha in the green lantern isolated from the world, she lived a modest and honest life.
Madon Linggo shook his head: “A blooming girl lives like an ascetic.”
Peter Aria calmly replied: “Everyone has their own pursuits.”
Madon Linggo returned the book, knocked on the floor and wall, unfortunately, he found no secret compartments.
“Enough.” Peter Aria frowned.
Madon Linggo’s gaze returned to the bed, he thought for a moment and approached.
Just as he was about to lift the quilt, a hand gripped his wrist: “Don’t go too far, you are a policeman, not a thief.”
Madon Linggo raised his eyebrows: “Dr.
Aria, don’t you have any doubts?”
Peter Aria’s brows furrowed, a trace of darkness swept through his eyes, he said in a deep voice: “Aubree allowed us to come up the mountain, it shows her trust.
If she has anything to hide, it’s also her right.
She has never harmed anyone, nor has she caused any trouble to the police, you have no right to invade her privacy.”
Madon Linggo glanced at Peter Aria, and touched his lips, “Sorry, I crossed the line.”
Peter Aria released his hand, took a step back: “Sergeant Linggo, Aubree is my friend, not a suspect.”
Madon Linggo touched his nose, smiled bitterly: “Dr.
Aria, you misunderstand, I did not suspect Aubree being a suspect, I was just…”
