At the end of the corridor on the other side, the largest room is Yrel's room.
Xiaolan stood in front of the door.
There is a wooden sign with Yrel's name on the door.
Xiaolan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
There was no sound from the door.
Did you sleep too deeply?
Xiaolan knocked again.
All was quiet.
Xiaolan put her hand next to the door, tried hard to control her strength, and pushed the door open little by little.
The door opened, and a harsh sound echoed in the dark corridor.
It was dark inside the door.
"Miss Yirel?" Xiaolan called tentatively and walked in the door.
The candle was not lit, and the faint candlelight outside the door vaguely outlined the appearance of the room.
Xiaolan had an ominous premonition.
But after seeing the flat bed and soft chairs, Xiaolan's heart was relieved.
Fortunately, Yrel is not here.
Xiaolan almost thought that her latest suspect had also been murdered.
But it's so late, where could Yrel be?
Xiaolan wandered around the room a few times and found the wall where Yirel hung the keys. Several brass keys were hung in front of the red velvet on the wall. The positions of the keys were arranged according to the location of the room. The last one
Under the row of keys, there is indeed a somewhat worn copper key hanging, which should be the key to the basement.
Xiaolan returned the key to the storage room and took off the key to the basement. She raised her eyes and frowned.
On the upper floors, there are keys to almost all the rooms.
Among them, there are also those with their own rooms.
Yirel never told herself that she had a spare key to her room.
The key to yourself is still with you.
Sure enough, there are two keys?
Xiaolan's suspicion of Yirel deepened.
It was extremely dark at night, Xiaolan stayed in the empty hall for a while, and did not hear the sound of anyone moving.
Xiaolan was planning to walk towards the stairs in the wing.
The lights burned quietly, and everything around them was so peaceful.
Disturbingly calm.
It's like there's something...
Xiaolan stood at the entrance of the old wooden stairs, turned her head suddenly, and glanced at the empty hall behind her.
No one but...
A sense of voyeurism.
Xiaolan's breathing became a little faster, but the unknown feeling did not stop her pace. Xiaolan turned her head back and was about to walk towards the stairs.
A heart-rending scream pierced the darkness and filled her ears.
That sound came from the second floor.
"ah!--"
The screams continued.
Xiaolan glanced at the stairs leading down, turned around and ran back.
"Who?!" Xiaolan asked loudly, "What's wrong?"
She hurried up the stairs.
The corridor on the second floor was brightly lit, and Xiaolan saw at a glance a strange maid sitting slumped against the wall, pointing at a door and screaming loudly.
Xiaolan ran a few steps closer, and her heart suddenly became cold.
The half-open door is my room.
Realizing that Xiao Lan was approaching, the maid turned her head helplessly. When she saw it was Xiao Lan, she screamed even louder and even stepped back.
"What happened? Why is it so late..."
Yrel's voice sounded from behind Xiaolan.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I must have woken you up..." Yirel crossed Xiaolan, immediately changed his expression, and walked towards the maid on the ground angrily, "What are you doing? Am I
Never told you..."
"Miss Yirel! Miss Yirel!" As soon as the maid saw Yirel, she immediately saw a savior. She crawled to Yirel's feet on her knees and tugged at the hem of her skirt in a panic, "Miss Yirel.
, look!..."
She pointed to Xiaolan's room.
Yirel's eyes followed the trembling index finger.
Almost instantly, all the color on the woman's face disappeared.
Xiaolan thinks she should be too.
The two of them were stunned. Xiaolan moved her steps vigorously and walked to the side of the two of them.
His room was filled with candlelight.
Dazzling.
So dazzling.
The candlelight did not bring warmth, but instead reflected the whole room...
color.
His room has become a slaughterhouse, the bed curtains, curtains, carpets... everything seems to be soaked in blood.
The strong smell of blood flowed into Xiaolan's nose through the half-open door.
Xiaolan pursed her lips, stepped forward, and opened the door.
Standing at this angle, Xiaolan saw at a glance that a pair of feet were exposed behind the bed.
Xiaolan felt that all the blood in her body had solidified.
She remembered the pair of black leather shoes and the neat trousers.
Doctor Sovan.
Yrel threw the maid aside and walked into the room holding his breath.
Xiaolan followed and walked in.
Dr. Sovan fell on the ground between the dressing table and the bed, his body and head separated.
The person who promised to protect Xiaolan a few hours ago has now turned into a cold corpse.
"You, go downstairs quickly," Yrel ordered with a livid face as he looked at the maid outside the door, "wake up everyone and tell them to come up."
"Miss Yrel..."
"Go quickly!"
The maid wiped away her tears, stood up shakily, and ran towards the stairs.
Yirel squatted in front of the doctor's body without saying a word. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Xiaolan.
That look again.
"It's not me..." Xiaolan explained weakly.
Her voice was so hoarse that she felt unfamiliar.
The doctor was lying on his side on the ground, with his right hand pointing forward high, as if he had left some dying clues.
Yirel had obviously thought of this too. While she was wary of Xiaolan, she moved to the bedside where Dr. Sowan was pointing.
Xiaolan's breath was unsteady. She looked at Yirel's movements, then looked at the doctor's body, and suddenly found that the doctor was holding something in his right hand.
It's a piece of...blank paper.
Yirel waved away the bed curtain at the head of Xiaolan's bed.
The white wall behind is exposed.
The wallpaper posted on the wall was missing a palm-sized piece, revealing a dark wall.
The servants came over one after another, and Xiaolan saw the red-haired maid. Her face was pale and she looked at everything in the room blankly.
"Come in," Yrel calmly called a few valets into the room, "pull this bed away from me."
The heavy iron bed was moved to one side, gradually revealing the entire wall at the head of the bed.
The wallpaper on the wall rises and falls, as if it has not been pasted properly...
Xiaolan felt extremely suffocated.
Yrel held a corner of the wallpaper and opened it with force.
Whoa!——
Large pieces of wallpaper peeled off, and for some reason, Xiaolan felt that her heart seemed to twitch.
It was supposed to be a white wall.
Now, there are large areas of blood stains all over the place.
Several exclamations of surprise came from among the servants.
Yrel's back paused, and she turned around, her eyes bloodshot.