บท 297: 285: The Truth Behind the Horizontal Murder (Second Update)_1

Selena Flores liked sweet osmanthus.

Asher Harrington made a drip-glue bookmark with dried sweet osmanthus flowers. As soon as the sun had set, he began to watch his wristwatch and count the time.

His watch was running too slow today; he had waited for a long time, but Selena Flores still hadn't come. The more he waited, the more restless and anxious he became. Just when he was about to lose his patience, he suddenly heard a sound from within the wall.

Tap, tap, tap...

It sounded exactly like the noise he had made when he tapped the ashtray against the tiles, a distress signal that only Selena Flores in the entire Allen Family had understood.

He stood up abruptly, threw down the bookmark, and ran to the door, knocking fiercely.

"Selena Flores!"

"Selena Flores!"

No matter how Asher Harrington called out, there was no response. The sounds of knocking transmitted through the wall grew more and more urgent.