Victor walked back carrying Wednesday, the little one's face still carrying a bit of grievance from being fumigated by that 'rotten malice'.
"So..."
Wednesday's gaze shifted from the hurriedly departing figure of Teacher Sansil, or rather, Laurel Gates, and landed on Wednesday, her expression unprecedentedly odd and probing.
"She's already... sniffed out the motive for the crime?"
She truly found it difficult to understand how a sense of smell could analyze such complex emotional entanglements and revenge plans.
This was even more... illogical yet straightforward and brutal than her own psychic abilities.
"Alright, Wednesday."
Victor grinned and playfully pinched the Little Wolf Girl's soft nose in his arms.
"Show your... uh... particularly curious auntie a proper demonstration."
He deliberately drew out his tone.
Wednesday's face remained expressionless as she delivered a sharp, precise, and concealed jab with her elbow into the soft flesh of his waist.
"Hiss—"
Victor winced in pain, nearly dropping Wednesday.
Wednesday sniffed her little nose, seemingly savoring the complex scent database again, then began to 'playback' the'story' she smelled in her crisp, childish voice, with a terrifyingly clear and systematic manner:
"Alright, let me organize this... good grief, this plot is so clichéd."
She even mimicked an adult's tone to complain.
"Simply put, this botany teacher's real name is Laurel Gates."
"Over a decade ago, her father ordered her brother, Garrett Gates, to poison the prom, intending to kill all the Nevermore students."
Wednesday's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"But then her brother saw his goddess being intimate with a... man with a little mustache."
Wednesday's little nose wrinkled, as if she didn't like this'sour stench'.
"Why does this sound so familiar?"
Wednesday whispered coldly, her gaze sharpening.
Her father's signature little mustache flashed through her mind.
Could this be the case where her father was convicted of murder but later released due to insufficient evidence?
A few months ago at Weathervane cafe, Detective Donovan said her father was a murderer; somewhat concerned, she had Thing steal the case file from the police station that very night.
Wednesday continued:
"Garrett, blinded by rage, ran over to fight desperately. As a result, the poison potion he was carrying accidentally broke, injecting into his own body, and he was ultimately impaled through the chest by his goddess."
Wednesday's heart jolted.
These details... had some discrepancies from the case file about her father that she had Thing steal from the police station.
The file recorded that Gomez stabbed Garrett to death, and the file made no mention of Morticia.
So that's how it was, Wednesday vaguely guessed in her heart.
Then the situation at the time must have been Morticia stabbing Garrett to death in self-defense with a sword, and Gomez, who was with her, voluntarily took the blame for her.
Tsk tsk, no wonder mother loves father so desperately.
"After Garrett's death, his mother hanged herself, and his father died from alcoholism. His sister, Laurel, was sent overseas, and later news said... she drowned."
Wednesday recited these tragedies in a tone as flat as reading a menu.
"Tsk tsk."
Victor shook his head from side to side, commenting on the sidelines.
"A human tragedy. But... serves them right. They brought it upon themselves and wanted to drag the whole school down with them, only for the retribution to land on their own heads. Who can they blame?"
Wednesday nodded her little head, as if agreeing with Victor's assessment, then continued her'scent broadcast':
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