My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 218

The moment Eyes Suddenly Widened

Lucille looked at the girl closest to her and poked her arm gently.

The girl noticed and looked at Lucille. She saw Lucille slowly tracing a word on the back of her hand.

It read: Sanders.

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

Because that was her surname!

"How do you know-"

"Shh."

Lucille gestured for her to keep quiet.

The girl named Rachel Sanders immediately shut her mouth, but her dull eyes were shining with hope.

She was a little anxious and wanted to ask about Lucille's

background and whether she had come to save her. However, Lucille herself was also a delicate little girl. Even if she had some kind of unique identity, it wasn't like she could be that skilled. Thinking of that, Rachel was a little disappointed.

Lucille looked at the other girls in the storage room. Before she came to Niterol City she had memorized all the information and photos of the missing people. Including Rachel, she could identify four of the five people who had been locked up. Only the middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, who was curled up in the corner, remained unknown.

Lucille lowered her voice. She pointed at the woman and asked Rachel, "When did the person over there get kidnapped?"

Rachel glanced over and honestly replied, "I don't know. She was here when I arrived, but she gets taken out every once in a while. Apparently, she..." Rachel made her voice as quiet as possible and added, "Gets assaulted by those men. Lucille frowned.

Was that the case?

She kept feeling like something was off, though.

Eyes Suddenly Widened

The middle-aged woman sitting in the corner looked at her good skin and red face. She didn't look like she was being abused at all.

While Lucille was sizing up the woman, she opened her eyes and looked at Lucille.

Lucille sneered to herself.

Indeed. No wonder she felt like the scent on the woman's body was so familiar. It was the same smell of wood on the other kidnappers.

This woman was definitely in cahoots with them.

She was the last line of defense in the underground factory.

She was one of the kidnappers pretending to be a victim and got locked up with the actual victims. That way, if anyone were to sneak in undercover, the woman could notice them and inform her accomplices. She was a spy.

Lucille had to admit that it was ingenious.

Just like Rachel said, this woman would be taken away every once in a while. The rumors that she was getting taken advantage of were all just a front.

In reality, after the woman was taken out, she went out to feast on delicious food. When "new goods" were delivered to the basement, the woman pretended to have been taken back and continued to lurk amongst the victims.

Lucille was able to figure it out because she had encountered the same situation when she was on another mission. On top of that, it was likely that it hadn't been long since the middle-aged woman returned to the basement. The smell of wood on her body confirmed Lucille's suspicions.

In that case... since there was one of the kidnappers among the girls, what about. Kylian's room?

Lucille frowned.

At that moment, Rachel couldn't hold back and asked directly, "Since you know my name, are you here to save us?"

She was too careless.

Lucille felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have exposed her identity-from the very beginning just to get the victim to lower her guard.

It didn't matter, though. Since it who emerged victorious.

was a battle of wits, then she would wait and see

Rachel said that, the woman in the corner kept her eyes fixed on Lucille as if she wanted to see through her.

Lucille pretended to be surprised. She was about to bluff her way out when she

caught a glimpse of something. She pointed at Rachel's nametag and said, "Isn't it written here?"

Hearing that, Rachel smiled bitterly and lowered her head.

The last glimmer of hope in her eyes was extinguished.

As expected, she had been thinking too much.

Everyone in the storage room had a nametag with a number printed on it.

The kidnappers were the ones who had done it. They treated all the victims as products and labeled them with numbers for them to be chosen.

Only Rachel was different. In addition to a number 9, she also had her school's nametag. It read: Year Three, Class One, Rachel Sanders.

The longer she was locked up, the more she wanted to hold onto it.

The name tag was the only thing that could encourage her: She had to escape and make it out alive.

Rachel remained silent. After that emotional rollercoaster, her tears kept falling.

Sitting on the small bed, Lucille tapped her fingers on the iron bars at the head of the bed, as if she did not realize what would happen to her if she was locked up. She lightly remarked, "What's there to cry about? Once my family notices that I'm missing, they will definitely call the police. Someone will come to save us after that."

Her words were somewhat childish.

It sounded naive and ridiculous to everyone else.

That was what they had thought when they were initially kidnapped, too.

However, this place was remote, and the kidnappers were smart. No one would know where they had been taken to.

They didn't even leave any clues behind. How could anyone find them and save them?

The middle-aged woman in the corner sneered, and her initial suspicion finally faded

Bluff

a little.

It turned out that Lucille was just a naive little girl who didn't know how terrifying the real world could be. She wouldn't be able to make a huge impact on anything.

Rachel sniffed and couldn't help but reply, "It would be wonderful if we could escape, but these kidnappers are too intelligent. None of us know where we are. You'd better not be too optimistic, or you'll end up feeling despair like me."

Lucille didn't think much of it. She didn't even bother to respond and continued to knock on the iron bed frame, feeling bored.

Clang, clang, clang.

It was not just regular knocking. There were long and short beats, with different rhythms.

Rachel shook her head and didn't want to say anything more. However, just as she was about to lie down and sleep, she suddenly froze.

That was because the way Lucille was knocking on the bed frame sounded a little familiar.

She didn't notice when she heard it for the first time. It wasn't until the second and third time that she suddenly found it a little familiar. Was that... Morse code?

Rachel's heart was beating wildly.

She tried to decipher the message that Lucille was sending her based on what she had learned before. After doing so, the result was...

"There's something off about that woman in the corner. Don't speak up. Be careful with your words. Tell me, how many more people are tied up like you in this basement?"

Lucille gently tapped on the bed frame and repeated it again and again without any

hesitation.

She knew that Rachel could understand.

After all, when she was looking through the information on all the missing people, she noticed that Rachel was a law student who had learned Morse code out of curiosity.

In Lucille's original plan, there was no need to use such a convoluted method. However, since there was a spy in the storage room, she had to be more careful. Blutt

Rachel's heart was filled with excitement.

In just a few minutes, she had experienced intense ups and downs. Just as she was feeling again, she saw the hope of life.

It felt even more exciting than a rollercoaster.

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