Outside the window, a torrential rain began to fall, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Harper opened my closet and pulled out the pajamas I’d been wearing.
He ran up to Elmer, pretending to be haunted and startled him into a shrill scream.
“Ah! Bond, don’t come looking for me… Get out of here! I didn’t kill you. Blame your own bad luck!”
Elmer was so frightened he went insane. He ran for his life but bumped into someone’s chest and let out another shrill, terrified scream.
“Elmer, it’s me!”
The next second, the lights flickered on.
Timothea appeared with a stern face.
“Enough! Stop playing tricks. Harper, I knew you had ulterior motives from the beginning. Now tell me what you’re up to. What’s your plan?”
Hearing this, Harper sneered and took off his mask. “I didn’t expect you’d figured it out already. Timothea, haven’t you always suspected my purpose for coming here?”
He was a completely different person from the cleaner before. Now he stared coldly at Elmer, pointed at him and said, “I’m here to expose this man’s evil nature.”
Guilt flashed across Elmer’s already pale and disheveled face and he panicked and shook Timothea’s arm.