Venom muttered from the side: "Hey! I said that coffee waiter had a scent hidden on him that made me salivate! I was right!"
"Hey, don't disturb me, there's another scent..."
Wednesday closed her eyes again, focusing more intently on sniffing the lingering aura, her little brow furrowing tightly.
"It's a woman... she awakened him, induced him to turn into a monster... making him go from initial confusion and fear to gradually becoming addicted to the sense of power and... pleasure brought by killing."
"That woman's scent is very special, mixed with the smell of soil and the sap of a specific plant..."
Wednesday suddenly opened her eyes, her small hand pointing precisely at a gentle and graceful female teacher not far away, who was smiling and talking with several parents.
"It's her."
Victor and Wednesday's pupils contracted sharply, their gazes instantly locking onto the person they were incredibly familiar with—
It was none other than their dorm supervisor and botany teacher, the one who always wore a warm smile and was extremely patient with students, Teacher Sansil.
"Ha, a standard detective novel plot. The one who looks least like the killer is the killer."
Victor crossed his arms, looking at Teacher Sansil's figure, a hint of playful mockery in his tone.
"But what is her motive for doing this?"
Wednesday's brow was locked tight, her cold gaze following the seemingly gentle botany teacher.
"A normal person devoted to studying botany and living in peace with the world—why go through all that trouble to resurrect a dangerous ancient existence like Creston? It's not logical."
"I don't know," Victor shrugged casually, "but we'll know soon."
He bent down and scooped up the Little Wolf Girl Wednesday, who was still carefully savoring the scent.
"She... she can even smell the motive for the crime?"
A crack of disbelief appeared once more on Wednesday's usually calm face.
At this moment, she even felt a rare, subtle disdain for her own psychic abilities.
Victor knew Wednesday's sense of smell was miraculous, but he didn't know the principle behind it. Not that it mattered.
In a "this is perfectly normal" tone, he said: "You know, werewolf power, gifted by nature."
Holding Wednesday, Victor approached Teacher Sansil with that harmless, brilliant smile on his face.
"Good morning, teacher!"
Victor's voice was light, greeting her as if he had just bumped into an acquaintance.
Teacher Sansil turned around, an imperceptible trace of surprise flashing across her face.
She didn't seem to expect Victor to come over specifically to greet her, but she quickly regained her gentle smile.
"Oh, good morning, Victor. It's Parents' Day today, are you having fun?"
Her gaze fell on Wednesday in Victor's arms, with a hint of polite curiosity: "This is...?"
"Oh, she's like a little niece of mine."
Victor handed Wednesday forward with a smile, his movements as natural as if he were showing off his own treasure.
"Cute, isn't she? She's just a bit shy around strangers."
Wednesday blinked her big eyes cooperatively, looking innocent and naive.
Teacher Sansil hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take Wednesday. Her movements were slightly stiff as she held her, trying hard to maintain a kind and friendly expression.
"She really is cute..."
But she held Wednesday for a very short time, quickly stuffing the child back into Victor's arms after only a few seconds, as if there were something uncomfortable about Wednesday.
"I have some things to prepare, so I'll be going now."
Teacher Sansil's tone quickened slightly, her gaze avoiding Victor's.
"I hope you and your... er... whole family have a wonderful weekend."
Just as she was about to turn and leave, Victor suddenly spoke, his tone as casual as if they were just chatting:
"Teacher Sansil, that pot of cherry tomatoes you gave me before has started bearing fruit recently."
Teacher Sansil turned back slowly, a hint of confusion on her face, as if she didn't understand why Victor suddenly brought this up.
"Then... then congratulations."
She forced a slightly dry smile, her tone somewhat distracted.
"Take good care of it, the fruit will be sweeter... Sorry, I really must go."
After saying that, she turned and left almost hurriedly, her pace much faster than usual.
Victor held Wednesday, watching her slightly rushed back, the smile on his face slowly fading.
"How about it, my dear little nose?" He looked down at Wednesday in his arms. "Any results?"
Wednesday's little face scrunched up, and she nodded her little head vigorously. Her clear eyes were full of disgust and a hint of aggrieved nausea.
"Uncle Victor."
Her tiny voice was full of certainty.
"I don't like her! The 'malice' on her... the 'malice' on her is so thick, it's about to make me vomit! It's like... like there are so many scary things hidden under rotten soil!"
She reached out her small hand and fanned it exaggeratedly in front of her nose, as if to disperse that unpleasant, invisible aura.
Victor's gaze darkened.
The Little Wolf Girl's intuition and sense of smell never failed.
That thick malice hidden deep beneath a gentle exterior, which even a pureblood wolf cub found nauseating, was the most definitive evidence.
Teacher Sansil, their dorm supervisor and botany teacher, was indeed the killer who awakened and manipulated the "Hyde" and planned all this chaos and death.
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