Alicia Linder heard this, lifted her head, and glared fiercely at Oscar, her look as if it could devour him. She scolded, "Shut up! I don't need your guidance to do my job!" Though she spoke toughly, Alicia Linder knew in her heart that if she couldn't find the key, just studying these locks would be a hopeless endeavor to open them.
Thinking of this, Alicia Linder released the iron ring she was holding, as if she had touched something dirty, and shook off the hand that had touched Oscar's body, as if she was trying to shed bad luck. Then, she took a deep breath and turned to start rummaging through the room.
Jack stood aside, watching Alicia Linder, who was busy and constantly bending to search in the room through the semi-transparent light screen, and gently shook his head. He asked, "Oscar has killed countless people, have you really decided to save this bastard?"
