The girl threw away the white towel in her hand and said, "Guessing."
Viola Harris: "..."
To think that reasoning like Holmes was merely guessing.
On second thought, that's true, aren't all those so-called reasonings just guesses?
Amelia Clarke was initially frightened, but now she had calmed down; she subtly observed the young girl, confident she had never seen this person before.
"May I ask who you are..."
The young girl walked over to the washstand to wash her hands and said, "My name is Tomorrow, Captain Moreland asked me to protect you."
"Captain Moreland?"
Tomorrow smiled and nodded her head but didn't offer any further explanation.
The restroom was a mess, with bloodstains everywhere; when someone came in to use the restroom and saw the scene, they dared not enter.
Amelia Clarke and Viola Harris exchanged looks for a while, then returned to the teahouse.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang; it was Owen Moreland's number.
Amelia Clarke answered the call.
