"Who else could it be?" Yrel nodded quickly towards the servants at the door, and the servants immediately moved behind Xiaolan.
"Why should I kill Dr. Suowan?..." Xiaolan defended weakly.
Yirel sneered and threw the wallpaper in his hand on the ground, "Poor Dr. Sovan, she discovered your secret, didn't she?..."
"What secret..."
"It was you who killed the maid," Yrel said with a sharp look, "It was you too..."
"It's not me!" Xiaolan suddenly screamed uncontrollably, "I don't know... I wasn't in the bedroom at night. I didn't know what happened. I didn't know!"
"Miss Yrel!"
A footman pointed to the headboard of the princess's bed and called Yrel.
Several people looked over together.
The bed was moved, and the quilts and pillows on the bed were moved. The pillow on the right side was opened, revealing what was underneath.
It was a knife stained with blood.
Yirel walked over, picked up the knife, raised his head, and looked at Xiaolan as if he were looking at a devil.
"You used this to... kill the maid, Dr. Yrel, and... the pigeon."
Pigeon?
Pigeon.
Xiaolan opened her mouth, feeling that everything around her was full of unreality, "Pigeons... that's not an illusion..."
"Of course it's not an illusion!" Yirel screamed, "I saw you sleepwalking with my own eyes! I saw you kill the pigeon with my own eyes! It's you!..."
Is it...me?
impossible.
"impossible……"
"That night, you took a knife and came to the third floor." Yirel looked at Xiaolan with tears in his eyes. "You caught a pigeon perched on the window sill, and you chopped off its tail with a knife.
head……"
I used a knife to cut off its head...
No wonder, when I saw the pigeon, I felt that the pigeon's wounds were a little strange.
Because it's body and head are basically separated.
"After that, you returned to the room as if nothing had happened. I couldn't let others know about it. I was about to clean it, but... you came back again," Yrel said everything.
"You forgot, you forgot everything, I can't help it, I can only pretend that nothing happened..."
That's why she lied to herself.
"The next day, you went to that tower again..."
Yirel told the story one by one.
In this way, a sick, weird, and neurotic image was gradually separated from Yrel's words.
Is that you?
"That night, Lily saw you going to that tower," Yrel said with a deep look. "She told me that you were wearing a black cloak and you were dragging something in your hand..."
thing?
He obviously didn't take anything.
"She said that it looked like... a person," Yrel continued. "Poor Lily, she was so scared, and the time she saw you was exactly 10:25 in the evening. So...
Doctor Wan’s speculation on the time of dumping the body..."
"No!" Xiaolan finally shouted, "I didn't take anything! And I left the castle after twelve o'clock! I promise! I specifically checked the clock!..."
Xiaolan excitedly turned back and pointed at the cuckoo clock.
Yirel slowly shook his head in despair, "The clock in this room has been broken for a long time, and I haven't had time to replace it, so during all event times, I will go upstairs to inform you."
The little cuckoo was exposed outside the clock. The hands and the bird were silent, without any movement.
But myself...
Obviously...
"You guys," Yirel waved his hand feebly, "lock this woman in the basement and go quickly."
The male servants behind Xiaolan grabbed her arms together.
"Let me go!..."
Xiaolan struggled for a moment, and the basement key hidden in her sleeve slipped down and fell directly to the ground.
Yrel smiled dryly, "You also stole the key to the basement..."
"I'm here for..."
"Take her down."
Yirel didn't want to listen to Xiaolan anymore. She held her forehead with one hand and waved weakly with the other hand. Xiaolan was escorted out of the room by several thick arms.
The red-haired maid covered her mouth, her eyes widening in horror.
Xiaolan's eyes swept across her face, and several other equally pale faces, and soon she came to the hall.
She walked up the somewhat old stairs.
The key to the basement was held by a footman. Xiaolan was escorted to a solid black wooden door. The footman opened the door and threw Xiaolan in. With a bang, the door behind him was slammed shut.
There was no light in the door.
Xiaolan leaned against the door and banged the strong wooden door a few times in vain. Holding on to the door frame, Xiaolan slowly stood up.
Nothing can be seen.
Xiaolan groped the rough wall and moved a little along the wall, imagining what the basement would look like.
There should be some miscellaneous items, some spare items, and...
A female corpse and her head.
I don't know whether it was for psychological reasons, but Xiaolan felt that the temperature in the basement was lower than that in the castle. She continued to groping forward while shaking her shoulders.
The whole space was filled with a strange smell.
Xiaolan raised her nose and sniffed.
Like... smoky smell.
Soon, Xiaolan walked around the four walls without any obstruction. The room was small and empty. If she guessed correctly, the maid's body should be placed in the center of the basement.
Xiaolan returned to the door again. She grabbed the door handle, but her mood slowly calmed down.
Is it true that as Yrel said, he did all this by himself?
Are you already crazy, or do you have some kind of bloodthirsty personality that will do terrible things without the owner's knowledge?
But there is still a loophole in Yrel's words.
It was the night I climbed the tower.
Yrel's words were telling him that what Xiaolan had seen so far had really happened, so what he saw the night he climbed up the tower was also true.
Moreover, some people really pushed themselves down.
If the head he saw in the bedroom that night was a small warning given to him by the deceased, then what does the "seventh bride" on the mirror represent?
Will he die tragically like the first six brides?
Suppose you are not crazy.
That is someone who wants to kill himself.
Xiaolan gasped for no reason.
She was as confident as she had always been, and she firmly believed that she did not do any of this.
If you don't believe in yourself, then you will really become a murderer.