When Xiaolan walked to the third floor, the world seemed to get a little brighter.
The doors on both sides were all closed.
Xiaolan stopped at the door of the room she had been to.
If, as Yrel said, everything that happened that night was his hallucination, then he should have never been here at all.
Xiaolan looked at the door and suddenly squatted down.
She checked the ground in front of the door.
The corridor is paved with scarlet mahogany floors, and a long Persian carpet extends from one end of the corridor to the other. There is almost no dust on the floor and carpet, and it looks like they have been cleaned frequently.
Xiaolan held her hands on the ground, looking for something on the ground.
Is it true or false?
As long as I have that...
There was nothing on the floor. Xiaolan looked at the carpet with complicated patterns. The surface was smooth and clean.
But...must...
Xiaolan grabbed the edge of the carpet and lifted it up violently.
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
Found it!
The floor under the carpet is brighter than the exposed floor. The servants must have never lifted up this thick and precious carpet when cleaning the third floor that has been unoccupied for a long time.
There was an ugly and conspicuous flaw on the ground that reflected the oil-red sheen.
A piece of candle tears.
A piece of candle tears that was left not long ago and has not yet been polished by the years.
It was the candle tears that fell on the candle that night when I was frightened by the sudden opening of the door while holding the candlestick.
At that time, he subconsciously took a big step back, and his heels unconsciously rolled up the corners of the carpet. Zhulei quickly stayed on the hidden carpet. Then he saw Yirel's appearance clearly and withdrew his feet. The carpet was like
Nothing happened and everything was back to normal.
But there is evidence that it really happened!
Xiaolan looked at the candle tear, and for some reason she suddenly felt like crying.
I am definitely not dreaming.
All the strange things that happen here can be explained.
Xiaolan reluctantly covered the carpet back, stood up, and looked out the window at the gray-white sky.
She was not prepared to show this evidence to others.
Just knowing it yourself is enough.
Know that all of this is real, and know that those who try their best to deny these things must have ulterior secrets.
When she returned to the room, Xiaolan looked at the drizzle outside the window and smiled relaxedly.
The human head and the red letter can definitely be explained.
As long as you...
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Outside the door, there was a hurried knock on the door again.
As soon as Xiaolan walked to the bedside, Yirel's anxious voice came in.
"Something happened! Something happened!" The knock on the door came like raindrops, "Are you awake? Go and have a look! Something happened!..."
Xiaolan opened the door, and Yirel's clenched fist almost hit Xiaolan's face. The woman's face was unusually pale. She was holding a black umbrella in her hand, and the rainwater from the tip of the umbrella was dripping intermittently.
onto the carpet.
"What's wrong?"
Yirel cautiously looked at the closed door of the two children's room, grabbed Xiaolan's wrist, and said urgently, "You...go and have a look..."
Yirel took Xiaolan directly out of the castle gate. The cool air in the rainy morning made Xiaolan cross his arms. Yirel held up the umbrella in a panic. The umbrella shook and raindrops fell on them.
.
The two of them walked around the garden and walked along the stream.
"Which tower are we going to?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.
"You have to go and take a look." Yirel did not look at Xiaolan beside him, but his tone was inexplicably tougher.
Xiaolan kept up with Yrel's steps in confusion.
Was it me...did I accidentally leave something behind last night?
But even if he left something behind, he had already confessed to Yrel frankly that he had been to the minaret but found nothing.
Could it be that something was lost?
Xiaolan glanced at Yirel quietly. The woman's usual dignity and solemnity disappeared at this moment. What could have caused her to become like this? Unless the spire disappeared entirely.
But the tower did not disappear, it still stood at the end of their sight.
Groups of purple clouds shrouded the top of the spire, and the spire seemed to have turned into a cold needle, piercing some external appearances.
From a distance, Xiaolan saw several blooming black umbrellas moving under the tower.
It seemed like the entire castle's servants were gathered around the tower.
Seeing the two approaching, several servants came over and followed them without saying a word.
Yrel led Xiaolan around the front of the tower and came to the back of the tower. Xiaolan hadn't been here yet, but as soon as he turned the corner, several servants appeared in the depression on the back of the tower.
They all got out of the way.
The grass had been soaked in the rain for several days, and then stepped on by everyone, turning it into a mixture of mud and water.
In the middle of this muddy water, there was a person lying down.
A blond girl wearing a maid's clothes was lying face down on the grass. The girl put her hands by her ears without making any movement.
The two of them walked around to the front of the maid.
Yirel looked at Xiaolan's shocked expression and pointed at the dead maid, "Take a look."
"What's going on?" Xiaolan looked at the servants surrounding him, "She's dead?"
The servants lowered their heads and stepped back a little.
"Didn't you call the police?" Xiaolan blurted out, and then realized that there was probably no police report in this place. "What I meant was to ask someone to come over... come and take a look."
"I have already asked my servant to fetch Dr. Sovan." Yrel replied.
Doctor, I guess there are only doctors here.
But that's better than nothing.
"How did she die?" Xiaolan squatted down and asked, "Who discovered it?"
"Do you still remember that I went to turn out the lights in the corridor on the second floor in the morning?" Yirel took half a step closer to Xiaolan, "She usually does this job, but today, when I got up to prepare breakfast,
I found that the lights were not out, so I took on the job and told several servants to look for her. After that, the servants who came to the tower to get the cans found her..."
Xiaolan nodded and pushed the maid's shoulder tentatively.
The biting coldness penetrated Xiaolan's hands through several layers of clothes.
He is indeed dead.
But...it's still a little strange.
Immediately afterwards, Xiaolan stretched out her right hand, grabbed the other shoulder of the maid, and turned the body over with force.
The servants shrank back one after another.
Yirel took a breath of air and covered his mouth tightly.
Xiaolan's chin also trembled a little.
The girl's body was turned over, revealing the front of her dress that was soaked in blood and mud.
But her face was still upside down on the ground.
The high collar of the blood-colored clothes was opened, revealing two smooth cuts on the neck.