Camille's heart went tense for a moment. She gazed at Johnson, wondering if he had an account on the Divine Forum.
The truth was that Camille also had her own account on the Divine Forum. She'd log into the forum every now and then to read the academic theses uploaded by other doctors. Also, she'd poke around to see if Dr. Shadow was online or had posted a new thesis.
It had been half a year since Dr. Shadow was last online on the forum.
"Yeah. I've been quite busy lately." Camille glossed over the answer.
A hint of suspicion crossed Johnson's eyes at that moment.
"Have you gotten your hands on a gurdyroot?" he probed.
"Gurdyroot?" Camille hesitated for a moment before nodding with a smile. "Yup. I got it."
Johnson clearly noticed the fleeting confusion. Grimness began to set in on his expression.
Earlier this evening, Dr. Shadow had suddenly logged into the Divine Forum and messaged Johnson to ask if he had a century-old gurdyroot. After he said no, she never responded to him.
"What's wrong?" Camille was starting to feel uneasy upon detecting the slight change in Johnson's expression.
Could it be that Johnson knew Dr. Shadow privately?
"It was nothing. It's great that you got yourself a gurdyroot." Johnson forced out a stiff smile.
"Ah. Thanks. It's too chilly out here, so I'm going back to the manor first."
Camille's eyes became shifty. She came up with an excuse before hurrying out of the garden.
Johnson remained rooted to the same spot as he stared at Camille's receding figure. A solemn expression could be seen on his face.
Was Camille really Dr. Shadow?
…
The next morning, Hera stepped into the classroom just as the first bell rang. She had only sat down briefly when a grim-faced Kerry led a few police officers into the classroom.
Hushed whispers began to spread across the classroom.
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