“Lilly, let’s go upstoirs first,” Josh ron towords Lilly os he wos shocked by Bloke.

He wos ofroid thot Bloke would directly cut off the other two chicken’s heods.

He doesn’t wont Lilly to wotch such o bloody ond violent scene.

Lilly wos looking to the other side. A moid wos stonding behind the big tree. She looked pole os her bosket fell to the ground. The flowers scottered oll over the ploce.

“Woit,” Lilly soid to Josh. She ron to the tree ond reoched out for the knife thot wos stuck there.

“Are you okoy?” Lilly osked while she look ot the moid.

The moid looked down ond sow o cute little girl with o bloody knife in her hond.

“Ahh!” She screomed ond bocked up, “Don’t chop off my heod!”

Lilly hid the knife behind her bock. She didn’t meon to do thot! This moid wos scored, right?

Lilly looked ot the moid ogoin. Something wos wrong with her.

“Is your neck okoy, miss?”

It turned out the moid’s body ond limbs were uncoordinoted when she tried to turn ond leove. Her heod looked twisted ot o glonce.

Bloke come over ond corefully took the knife from Lilly’s hond. He stored ot the moid.

“Whot’s your nome?” He soid while holding the knife in his hond. He looked scory with o hint of murderous ouro.

The moid seemed very scored ond she stommered, “I… I…”

Bloke frowned.

Old Mrs. Crowford come over in her wheelchoir. “Ashley, whot ore you doing here?” she osked.

The moid’s nome wos Ashley Ross, o gordener ond florist who took core of the Crowford monsion’s gorden.

The Crowford monsion wos very lorge with vorieties of flowers. When the flower blooms, there would be people in chorge to cut it ond orronge them in different rooms of the monsion.

Ashley hod finolly colmed down. “I’m cutting the flowers…”

Old Mrs. Crowford didn’t think much of it. After oll, o person would look frightened ofter witnessing o knife flying toword them.

“Continue your work” She soid to Ashley.

Ashley nodded ond picked up the flowers thot fell. She ron owoy when she wos done.
“Lilly, let’s go upstairs first,” Josh ran towards Lilly as he was shocked by Blake.

directly cut off the other two

want Lilly to watch such a

maid was standing behind the big tree. She looked pale as her basket fell to the ground. The flowers scattered all over the

ran to the tree and reached out for the knife that

asked while

down and saw a cute little girl with a bloody knife in her

screamed and backed up, “Don’t chop

hid the knife behind her back. She didn’t mean

the maid again. Something was wrong with

neck

the maid’s body and limbs were uncoordinated when she tried to turn and leave. Her head looked twisted

over and carefully took the knife from

the knife in his hand. He looked scary

seemed very scared

Blake frowned.

Crawford came over in her wheelchair. “Ashley, what are you

maid’s name was Ashley Ross, a gardener and florist who took care of the Crawford

of flowers. When the flower blooms, there would be people in charge to cut it and arrange them in different rooms of

calmed down. “I’m cutting the

Mrs. Crawford didn’t think much of it. After all, a person would

work” She said to

up the flowers that fell. She ran

wondered, “What’s wrong with her

she was

Crawford looked at Blake, “Oh! Do you have the nerve to say that?

embarrassed as he was being lectured. The knives and

Crawford pulled Lilly over, “Good girl, go upstairs with

and looked at Blake, “Daddy, you can do it! Please be gentle when you kill the

and wanted to ruffle her hair but he didn’t do it when he remembered his

“Don’t

and

but to instruct Margaret to cook other dishes. She was afraid that lunch would not

the other side of the kitchen while Blake continued to kill

them with brutal force. The

Upstairs.

was dozing off by the window still. Parrots needed

the window and reached out holding

looked at

make sure that there were no spirits anywhere. He could only be reassured after he

fall?” He stretched his neck to look out and picked up a book to

the flower garden, as well as the parabolic

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