The dark sky was filled with thunder and lightning, but the rain was not heavy at all.
Zhan Qian turned around and returned to the villa. Her frightened little heart was beating fast, and she locked the door with trembling hands, as if this would prevent the ghosts outside from entering.
Anyway, this task has been completed.
Her hand holding the candle couldn't stop trembling. She took several deep breaths and her heart was still beating wildly. Zhan Qian quickly walked back to the hall.
The high dome of the villa was plunged into darkness, as if it were an abyss that preyed on people. She wanted to turn on the light several times, but she resisted.
Zhan Qian turned and walked towards the stairs, deciding to go back to her room to calm down first, but then she thought of a corpse living next door to her, and the steps she just raised stopped abruptly.
Why is she so miserable...
Zhan Qian stood at the top of the stairs, feeling silently sad to herself.
At this moment, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind: "Walking outside so late at night, it's easy to get hurt if you bump into someone."
The hoarse voice was a bit more eerie in the darkness, like a soul-seeking evil ghost, accompanied by the cold current across the skin, making people feel as if they were instantly plunged into icy cold despair.
Zhan Qian suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.
She turned around hurriedly, wanting to see who it was, or what ghost it was.
The little light brought by the white candle revealed the silhouette of the figure standing straight in the middle of the aisle, with half of his face in the darkness, and his eyes staring straight at her without emotion.
It was not the white figure she saw before. Zhan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and the frightened expression on her face relaxed slightly.
It seems that the person opposite is wearing black.
"I'm sorry, Miss Zhan, I seem to have scared you." At this time, the other party said again.
"Butler?" Zhan Qian asked hesitantly.
"It's me." The other party raised his feet and came a little closer, but perhaps feeling Zhan Qian's nervousness, he didn't get too close at once.
By the light of the candle, Zhan Qian could see the other person's face clearly, and also saw the shadow cast by the candle on the wall.
At this time, Zhan Qian was really relieved.
Although she is afraid of ghosts, she is not afraid of real people.
The next moment, the occultist lady, who was originally filled with panic, changed her face perfectly again, raised an elegant and calm posture, and nodded reservedly towards the housekeeper.
It was as if the person who was scared just now was not her at all.
The housekeeper suddenly asked: "Miss Zhan, why are you walking outside so late?"
Zhan Qian originally wanted to find the bathroom, but after thinking about something, she said instead: "Housekeeper, you should know the purpose of Mr. Guo coming to me. Although Mr. Guo has... but the commission I received, I still
I will do my best to complete it.”
"I see, sorry to trouble you." The butler nodded.
"I just tried to summon spirits all over the villa, but I got some bad responses. This matter is more complicated than I thought." Zhan Qian continued, her persuasive tone full of the flavor of a magician.
, "Steward, maybe the cause of Mr. Guo's death is also related to this matter."
Hearing this, the housekeeper's calm expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Miss Zhan, come with me. There are some things that Mr. Zhan originally planned to show you."
Got a clue?!
Zhan Qian was a little surprised, but she still nodded elegantly and reservedly: "Okay."
She wanted to see what secrets there were in this manor.
…
In the darkness, the housekeeper took her to the second corridor turning left and arrived in front of the study.
The housekeeper pressed the door handle, intending to walk in calmly, but in the end, he failed to open the door for a moment, and almost bumped into it when he leaned forward.
He was stunned for a moment, then apologized: "I forgot to lock the door. Mr. usually doesn't like to lock the door. It must be that recent events have made him a little tired."
Zhan Qian, who was following him, responded: "That's it."
But I was muttering in my heart. I locked the door on my property, maybe I was hiding something, like the one outside...
As she was thinking, the housekeeper had already found the study key from his pocket, inserted the retro-style bronze key into the lock, twisted it and pushed the door open.
The two of them walked in one after another, and the housekeeper turned on the lights in the study. Zhan Qian casually glanced at the layout of the room, and when she glanced at the window, she suddenly felt that something seemed to flash past the window eaves.
She was stunned for a moment, then quietly raised her hand and touched the cross necklace.
The housekeeper walked directly to the desk, turned his back to the window, took out a small bronze key from his pocket, squatted down and opened the bottom drawer.
When Zhan Qian walked over, she took advantage of her height and quietly looked out the window.
The courtyard outside the window was pitch black. She took a quick glance and actually saw something surging in the darkness in the corner of the courtyard in the distance. The white figure disappeared and disappeared.
Damn it! Why is there really something?!
Zhan Qian quickly withdrew her gaze, the elegant expression on her face almost unbearable. She looked at the housekeeper and just wanted to finish the remaining tasks quickly, then return to the room and cover herself with a quilt.
The housekeeper took out a stack of letter paper from the drawer and handed it to her, saying, "This is what you received recently."
Zhan Qian, who was eager to complete the task, flipped through it quickly and gracefully. As a result, her hands almost shook when she read it. She frowned and asked, "When did you receive it?"
"A month ago, it would appear every night. Moreover, a rose would appear along with these letters." The housekeeper sighed and said, "Later, in anger, my husband pulled out all the roses in the manor, but every time
There will still be threatening letters and a rose here at night."
Hearing this, Zhan Qian subconsciously glanced out the window.
The windows of their rooms all face the courtyard outside, but when they look outside during the day, the huge courtyard is filled with lush and neatly trimmed grass beds, without a single flower embellishment, which is monotonous and rigid.
It turns out that they were all pulled out before?
"Is it Mr. Guo's enemy, or is he deliberately playing a prank?" Zhan Qian asked tentatively.
The housekeeper hesitated for a while, then approached her and whispered: "The gentleman suspected that the late madam had returned, because the madam used to like roses very much. The gentleman also said that he saw the madam's soul wandering in the courtyard before."
"I didn't believe this at first, but my husband's spirit deteriorated because of this incident, so he invited Miss Zhan to come over."
Zhan Qian shuddered calmly.
Maybe your husband is right, because she saw it just now.
There seems to be something really weird in the yard. If you don’t believe it, you can take a look outside now.
However, if the ghost was really the deceased lady, why did it write such a creepy letter to Mr. Guo?
Because when they were at the dinner table, listening to Mr. Guo's tone, the two seemed to have a good relationship.
Zhan Qian frowned as she read the letter. Suddenly, she thought of Mr. Guo's son, a depressed young man who seemed to have autism.
Probably... maybe this is a grudge between wealthy families, right?
