Personality V: I will save everything

"Thank you, it's really beautiful." Kreacher said gratefully, and he carefully took the gift handed over by the factory director. This gift, which the factory director claimed was insignificant, actually meant a lot to Kreacher.

This is a glass prosthetic eye, and its exquisiteness is amazing. The factory director's craftsmanship is simply superb, making this prosthetic eye indistinguishable from a real eyeball. Kreacher took the prosthetic eye and looked at it carefully, his heart full of admiration and emotion.

However, it was not easy to put on this artificial eye. Kreacher spent a lot of effort, trying various angles and methods, and finally succeeded in embedding the artificial eye into the eye socket.

It is indeed very beautiful, but for some reason, the factory manager did not make it blue, but chose yellow.

That's right, it's yellow, at least that's what Kreacher thinks. Maybe, for the factory director, yellow has a special meaning.

But just as Kreacher was immersed in the joy of getting a new artificial eye, the gardener ran over happily with a bright smile on her face. She took Kreacher's hand without saying anything and walked towards the garden.

Under the bright sunshine, the artificial eye that Kreacher had originally thought was yellow, magically showed a brilliant golden light, as if a mysterious force had given it a new color and life.

"It's really beautiful, just like Mr. Pearson's soul." The gardener praised softly. At this time, Kreacher looked at the artificial eye shining with golden light in the mirror, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

But... after all, this is just a fake eye made of glass. It can never completely replace the real eye that can perceive the myriad colors and lights of the world.

After all, Kreacher overestimated his adaptability and psychological endurance.

Once, he naively thought that since his left eye had blurry vision, it would be more cost-effective to use it as a trading item to exchange for what he needed.

But when the eye really disappeared from its socket, he was shocked to realize how inconvenient losing an eye was in daily life.

"Ouch!" With a cry of surprise, Kreacher once again crashed into the corner of the table because he failed to accurately judge the distance.

This kind of scene has been played out countless times in recent days.

It was either the corner of the table, the cabinet, or the chair, as if all the furniture was against Kreacher. And just now, Kreacher was almost falling down the stairs again.

The reason was simple, simply because he couldn't accurately tell whether the steps really extended to his feet.

The pain caused by each close contact with these objects was not only a torture to the body, but also made his already depressed mood even heavier and more depressed.

"Hey, how many times has this happened today?" Lydia shook her head helplessly. Although she kept complaining, her hands did not stop moving at all. She skillfully picked up a bottle of iodine and carefully treated the new wound on Kreacher's arm.

To be honest, Kreacher would fall down several times almost every day without exception. Minor injuries such as scratches and bruises on his body were commonplace for him. Lydia was used to it.

However, Kreacher, who usually made some funny remarks, was unexpectedly silent at this time. Lydia also realized that Kreacher was really a little depressed.

After treating the wound on Kreacher's arm, Lydia said as she packed up her medical equipment.

"When people lose something, they will definitely feel uncomfortable at first, but it's okay, we are all here to help you."

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"Hey!" A crisp shout broke the silence.

Of course, the gardener would lend a helping hand to Kreacher without hesitation.

Just now, she kicked a small stone that was blocking Kreacher's body to the side with great speed and accuracy, successfully preventing Kreacher from tripping and falling.

"Thank you, beautiful gardener." Kreacher was full of gratitude and sincerely expressed his inner gratitude to the gardener.

At this moment, the gardener, like a flower blooming in spring, gave Kreacher a big smile that was as bright and warm as the sun.

"It's okay, dear Mr. Kreacher. If you feel that you can't see clearly this complicated world in front of you, then let me be your bright eyes, let me protect you and escort you." The gardener's sweet voice was like the sound of nature, gently brushing against Kreacher's heart, making him feel warm and at ease.

Kreacher and the gardener looked at each other and burst into laughter.

At this moment, Kreacher suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be a problem anymore as he kept bumping into things these days.

After all, there is always someone helping him, right?

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The gardener and Kricher lived a peaceful life.

But everyone on the other side still hasn't given up on finding the murderer.

They didn't want this matter to end in such an unclear way. It would be too pitiful for Kreacher if that happened.

I have done nothing wrong, yet I have to suffer such an unexpected disaster.

Now the factory manager has also joined the team to find the truth.

But unfortunately, he asked everyone he could, but the results were all the same: they either didn't see it or they didn't know.

However, just when the factory manager was feeling disappointed, the air force among the survivors came to him.

"That thing about the 'philanthropist' in another world. I have something to tell you, but it's not convenient here. Can you come with me?"

The Air Force took the factory director to an empty room.

Before the air force could speak, the factory director asked a question first.

"How can I believe what you say?"

The factory manager's words are not alarmist. Although the survivors and supervisors are divided into different camps, in fact, the people in these two camps are similar. They are all sophisticated egoists who put their own interests above all else. Unity and friendship are complete jokes to them.

It was precisely because of this that the factory manager did not hold out much hope when he asked others at the beginning.

But now, just when the factory director had finished asking questions and everyone was feeling disappointed, the Air Force came and said they had something to tell him. Wasn't this obviously going to make the factory director suspicious?

The Air Force was naturally well aware of the doubts in the factory director's mind, so she said without hesitation: "In fact, I reached a deal with Andrew, the gravekeeper from another world. I promised to do my best to assist him in completing certain tasks, and in return, he promised to help me get rid of my shackles and regain my freedom."

At such a critical moment, if you choose to deliberately conceal the truth, it may not only fail to dispel the other party's suspicion, but may even cause more suspicion and distrust.

Therefore, after careful consideration, the Air Force believed that instead of trying to cover up the truth, it would be better to simply tell the truth about everything, which would save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

After all, it is not easy to make up a perfect lie, and it can be easily seen through by others if you are not careful.

However, if this lie can be cleverly disassembled and carefully hidden among nine true words, so that together they form a group of ten sentences that seem difficult to distinguish between true and false, then it will not be so easy to detect the flaws.

What's more, under the current circumstances, if you can be honest with the other party without reservation, you will undoubtedly be more likely to win the other party's trust and support.

The Air Force has already gone through countless trials and tribulations in this subtle psychological tactic, and can be said to be very familiar with it. Every time she faces a similar situation, she can always make the most sensible decision quickly, thus firmly controlling the direction of the situation.

"Okay, so what do you want to say?" Sure enough, the factory manager took the bait.

It would be so easy for the factory director, I believe the reason is very simple, because Kreacher and Andrew came from another world together, and from their daily communication, they should be considered friends or people who are familiar with each other.

Although he didn't know what their mission was in this world, the factory director had no intention of asking. He just wanted to find out the murderer who hurt Kreacher. Now that Andrew's partner, the Air Force, has clues, let's listen to what she wants to say.

"It's just some of my speculations..."

Andrew had secretly conveyed instructions to the Air Force, asking her to cleverly direct suspicion to the mysterious "philanthropist". Not only that, he also clearly told the Air Force that the initiator who pushed Kreacher down the stairs was the "philanthropist".

However, Andrew also warned the Air Force not to tell the factory director the whole truth at the beginning. Instead, he hoped that the Air Force could create a confusing and ambiguous atmosphere - making people feel that all this seemed to be done by a "philanthropist", but they could not be completely sure.

Air Force was full of doubts about such a complicated and obscure arrangement. She really couldn't understand what Andrew was trying to do. But soon, she realized that she didn't need to delve into the meaning of it.

After all, as an executor, she only needs to focus on completing the assigned tasks, and the rest is irrelevant. To her, she is just a "tool" with a mission, and as long as she can successfully achieve the goal, it is enough. As for the reasons and deep meanings behind it, there is no need to ask too much.

"You may not know much about our survivors since you have been with the Supervisor, but I can tell you clearly that the 'philanthropist' has a crush on the gardener. And one morning, as you know, it was because of Kreacher's kindness that the gardener showed his affection for Kreacher and just handed him a glass of milk. As a result, Kreacher rolled down the stairs that morning."

When the air force said this, he held his chin and pretended to be thinking.

"I'm not so clear, but you know, whether it's the supervisor or the survivors, there are some extreme guys."

What the Air Force said is indeed correct, there are quite a few extreme guys. No, it should be more precise to say that basically all the guys here are extreme, with only a few scattered ones who are mentally abnormal.

In short, there are no normal people.

"Besides, I can tell you with certainty that ever since Kreacher from another world came here, he has always remained...how should I put it, inconspicuous. The only time he attracted attention was that morning when the gardener showed kindness to him. Then, on the same day, he was pushed down the stairs."

"But of course," Air Force suddenly said, "All this is just my speculation. After all, neither you nor I saw the scene where the 'philanthropist' pushed Kreacher down the stairs, right? Or maybe no one saw it at all, including Kreacher himself, who can't be sure."

Then the Air Force thought about it and continued.

"Besides, even though the 'philanthropist' is always so loud, he probably doesn't have the guts to kill someone. All this is just my speculation."

Indeed, what the Air Force said was absolutely correct. All of this was just her speculation, but it was undeniable that her speculation made sense.

"Thank you for telling me this, Air Force. Your words are very meaningful to me."

Just as the factory director was about to turn around and leave, the low and serious voice of the Air Force suddenly came from behind him: "As a former spy, I think it is necessary to give you a small suggestion - don't alert the enemy." These brief words were like a flash of lightning across the silent night sky, instantly attracting the factory director's attention.

The factory director paused slightly, then slowly turned around and his eyes met with the air force.

He knew very well that the Air Force's words were not aimless. So, what exactly did the Air Force want to hint at? The factory director thought about it for a while and had the answer in his mind. That's right, if he rashly rushed to the "philanthropist" and openly questioned him whether he was the mastermind behind the scenes, the consequences might be disastrous.

If the "philanthropist" is the cruel murderer, he may be captured on the spot; but if the judgment is wrong, the "philanthropist" is not the real murderer, such impulsive behavior will undoubtedly alert the real murderer hiding in the dark. By then, not only will the clues be interrupted, but the whole situation may even become more complicated and dangerous.

Thinking of this, the factory director couldn't help but secretly rejoice, thanks to the timely reminder from the Air Force, otherwise the consequences would be really unpredictable!