What Chen Mo needs has not yet appeared. If he intervenes too early, it is likely to destroy the original plot track and generate unknown variables.
So Chen Mo just took advantage of the night to sneak into holit manor, and installed a large number of hidden micro cameras and monitors throughout the manor, so that Jarvis could monitor at any time.
He is waiting for a moment to come. Only when something happens and what he is waiting for appears, can he start to intervene in his plan.
Fortunately, he didn't wait too long.
A month later, in the afternoon, Chen Mo was drinking coffee in the manor. Jarvis's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Sir, James hollett is ill. Victor Logan is in the room with him."
It didn't seem to make much sense to hear this, but Chen Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.
This is the scene before the key plot in the movie.
Waving away the servant, Chen Mo got up and went back to his study. He closed all the doors and windows before sitting on the chair behind the desk.
"Give me the live picture."
"Yes, sir."
Just after Jarvis's voice fell, a light and shadow were projected from Chen Mo's watch and spread out in the air in front of Chen Mo, forming a holographic projection.
It shows a decorated and gorgeous room, with a large European style solid wood bed placed near the wall. A teenage boy in a beautiful red wool Pajama is shivering on the bed, coughing from time to time.
In front of the fireplace opposite him, a slightly older, but old-fashioned boy sat on a bench, casually manicured his nails with a knife, and occasionally accompanied the sick boy on the bed to say a few words.
Chen Mo looked at the time, at 4 p.m., and the plot in his memory happened at night. Although the sun set early in late autumn, there was not a short time.
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Holit manor, the innermost room in the corridor on the second floor, in the fireplace, the high-quality firewood cut from the Rockies is burning, releasing the rolling heat, bringing the room a spring like temperature in this cold season.
With the burning of the fire and the passing of time, the sky outside gradually darkened. Even with the fire of the fireplace, the room became dark.
"Victor, it's dark!"
The little boy on the bed said in a weak voice.
"You are 13 years old, how can you still be afraid of the dark!"
The young man sitting in front of the fireplace turned his eyes, but he still put down his knife, got up and went to the bedside table beside the boy, opened the drawer and took out a box of matches, and lit an oil lamp installed on the wall of the bedside after the stroke. The faint yellow light shone on the boy's face on the bed, which made him obviously relieved.
The young man was trying to blow out the match, but he saw another oil lamp on the bedside table. With the remaining flame of the match, he lit the air lamp he used to carry when he went out at night.
The room also became brighter under the light of these two oil lamps.
The little boy in bed, James hollett, had a smile on his face.
Victor shook his wrist, put out the match that had been burning to the root of his hand, turned around and went back to the fireplace again, sat back in the chair, took out the knife before and continued to trim his nails.
His nails seem to be deformed. They are not as wide and thin as ordinary people, showing the pink flesh color below. They are narrow and thick, almost cylindrical, sharp at the front, like the claws of animals, showing a yellow luster as a whole.
At this time, he is using the sharp knife to continuously flatten the surface of the nail, and then cut off and flatten the protruding sharp part to make it look closer to the normal nail.
But because the structure of the nail itself is different from that of ordinary people, even after his careful pruning, it is obviously different from other people.
But he is still persevering in that careful pruning.
At the same time, he did not forget to talk to James hollett in bed, so as not to be bored.
It happened that James hollett coughed several more times, and Victor couldn't help looking up at him.
"Why are you always sick?"
James hollett heard the words and coughed a few more times, and retorted without any weakness.
"You used to get sick when you were my age."
Just then, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a moderate middle-aged man in a shirt and a suit and vest pushed the door in.
Victor quickly got up from his chair and hid his manicure knife behind him.
"Good evening, sir!"
The middle-aged man took an unexpected look at him and nodded softly in response.
"Good evening, victor. I didn't expect you were still here."Then the middle-aged man continued to walk towards the bed.
"I'm just with James, sir, if you don't mind."
Victor, still standing by the fireplace, explained.
"You are very good."
The middle-aged man sat down beside the bed, smiled and praised Victor, then turned to look at the little boy on the bed, put his hand on his forehead, Wen asked.
"How are you, son?"
"It's still cold, Dad."
James hollett said weakly.
"It's just a fever, not high."
The middle-aged man, the boy's father, John holitwin, the owner of the manor, said comfortingly.
"You'll be fine in the morning."
When the father and son are in a warm conversation, behind them, Victor Logan standing by the fireplace has a complex look on his face, with envy, sadness and hatred!
But his hatred doesn't seem to be aimed at the two in front of him.
"You always say that."
James hollett, the little boy, heard his father's usual consolation and murmured.
John hollett was overjoyed to hear his son's words and asked with a smile.
"Because you'll be fine every time, won't you?"
"Well."
James hollett nodded softly and agreed with his father.
John hollett reached for the medicine bottle from the bedside table.
"Come on, it's time to take the medicine."
At this time, a huge smashing sound suddenly came from downstairs, accompanied by a man's shrill cry.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! "
Elizabeth is the name of John hollett's wife and the mother of James hollett, who is lying in bed at the same time. But she doesn't know why a man ran to someone else's house in the middle of the night to smash the door and shout the name of someone else's wife.