The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

Chapter 822: CATCHING

THE man kept on stepping back. When he was almost at the edge of the window, almost everyone below gasped. Luo Yan narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t see the man’s face but based on his built and there were only two men missing here right now, he could confidently say that it’s George.

When the other was only a step away from the open window, one of the people watching finally couldn’t help but shout;

“Stop! You’re going to fall!”

But that probably agitated George more because of how he flinched and lost his footing. Which caused him to fall backward, straight outside the open window. Screamed echoed below. Some closed their eyes while the other watched in trepidation.

“Hold on to the window sill!” Luo Yan shouted.

As if all the adrenaline in his body rushed up at that moment, George managed to hold the window sill just as he was falling. “H-help… help me!”

“Gilmore, go with Charles to the fourth floor. Be quick and try to pull him up,” Luo Yan ordered the two. Both didn’t ask question and just ran inside the mansion. Then, he turned to the head maid. “If there’s a mattress that you can get here as fast as possible, please get it. And also bring a blanket if you could.”

“O-okay,” the head maid said.

Then, Luo Yan told Harry, Peter Baker and the footman to help the head maid carry the mattress back here. Arthur Wells surprisingly offered to help. So, the ones remaining were him and the two other women.

“H-help me!” George shouted again in panic.

“Stop panicking and fidgeting. You’ll fall even more if you do that,” Luo Yan yelled back. “Try to calm down!”

It seemed that the threat of falling was quite effective because the other finally stopped wriggling around and just honestly held on to the window sill.

“He- he won’t fall, right?” the maid asked, obviously nervous.

“If he could hold on long enough, he definitely won’t,” Mrs. Gilmore said with not much emotion. As if she was only sightseeing or something.

Luo Yan only shook his head at that.

He wasn’t sure which one would occur first – Cian and Charles arriving at the fourth floor and pulling George up or the rest bringing the mattress here. Truthfully, he didn’t really care much if this NPC died or not. But he was curious as to how the other ended up in front of that open window and why was he moving back as if something made him do it. Or rather, someone.

Besides that, this guy might know something about what happened to Catherine. Luo Yan stared at the dangling George. Falling off from that could certainly kill people. He then glanced at the body. Even if this body died from the fall, it didn’t mean that the impact could destroy their face beyond recognition.

That meant that someone smashed this body’s face on purpose. Probably to hide the identity of the body. If the fake Sorcha couldn’t be found after this, then the one behind this whole fiasco probably wanted to confuse all of them.

They were probably hoping that Luo Yan would fulfill his role as the detective to perfection and then question whether this body was truly Catherine or not. Considering that the other and fake Sorcha had the same built and almost the same height, it would be a bit hard to determine whether it was one or the other.

Unless George could identify his wife’s body. Maybe that’s why he was dangling on the window sill right now. Because someone didn’t want him to identify this body. Meaning there was a person responsible why George fell off the window.

Now, Luo Yan was starting to understand why he was invited here. To play the part of the detective who would provide the ‘truth’. And therefore, would give ‘credibility’ to the narrative that they wanted to present.

Too bad. Because he had a way to distinguish whether this body was Catherine or not, even without George’s help. Of course, this would only be applicable if his guess about the fake Sorcha was true. And he was willing to bet with himself that he was right.

“P-please, do something! I-I can’t hold on any longer!” George yelled again, pulling Luo Yan’s attention back.

As if on cue, he saw the four men running while carrying a very thick mattress – each was holding one corner – towards their direction. The head maid was trailing behind the four, hugging a blanket in her arms.

Luo Yan ran towards the head maid as the fastest speed this body could do. “Please, excuse me,” he said before taking the blanket from the head maid. Then, he quickly ran back. “Please, run faster!” he said to the four.

It didn’t take him ten seconds to return. He quickly covered the body with the blanket and lifted it up. And as if they were in sync, the moment he moved away, the four quickly put the mattress on the spot where the body was lying earlier.

It just so happened that the moment the mattress was put on the ground, George finally couldn’t hold on and let go. As his hands let go of the window sill, both Cian and Gilmore appeared and tried to reach it. But they were just a second too late. Good thing, the mattress was already in place.

“Ahhh!!!” George screamed at the top of his lungs, shrieking like a pig.

By the time he fell on the mattress, he already lost consciousness. Luo Yan swore he could even see the other frothing on the mouth.

“Could someone please bring him back to his room?” he said, referring to George.

“I’ll do it,” said the footman.

“Thank you. And please stay with him until he regains consciousness,” Luo Yan said, who knew if someone would try to kill this guy again. Then he turned to the head maid. “Can you lead me to an empty room where I can put the body?”

Mrs. Green tried her best not to look at the body now covered in the blanket she brought. “Would any empty room suffice?”

“Yes, please,” Luo Yan responded with a polite smile.

Any room was fine. What’s important was for him to have a chance to examine this body alone.