I don't know how long it took, but there seemed to be light footsteps outside the door, and then, there was a crash, and a small group of light sources appeared above Xiaolan's head.
She quickly raised her head and got up from the ground.
A small window as big as a palm opened on the door, revealing the lower half of the servant's face standing outside. The servant stretched out his hand and handed something in.
Xiaolan took it.
It's a loaf of bread wrapped in oil paper.
Another thing.
A bottle of milk.
Xiaolan held bread in one hand and milk in the other, and asked hesitantly, "Um..."
The servant stopped closing the window.
"Excuse me, can you give me a light?" Xiaolan's voice trembled, sounding pitiful.
The servant hesitated.
"Or, just a candle," Xiaolan immediately lowered her request, "A burning candle, thank you... thank you."
The servant looked back and quickly asked, "What do you want a candle for?"
Xiaolan's shoulders slumped, "I'm afraid of the dark... Please."
There was a hint of crying in Xiaolan's voice.
The servant sighed and looked back again. After that, his figure disappeared from the small window. After a while, a hand holding a simple oil lamp came in through the window.
"Thank you." Xiaolan took the oil lamp and thanked her sincerely.
"It's nothing," the servant said softly, "I just don't want to be discovered by Miss Yirel."
"No way."
The wooden windows are closed.
But it was no longer dark all around.
Xiaolan put the bread and milk on the ground, held the lamp, and turned around slowly.
The picture is not as scary as imagined.
The basement is surrounded by gray rock walls. The room is empty except for a square stone bed placed in the middle of the room. The stone bed is about half a meter high. The stone bed is covered with a white cloth the size of a sheet. The surface of the white cloth is uneven.
It is uneven and vaguely protrudes into the figure of an adult.
This should be the dead maid.
The trembling candlelight rolled on the white cloth, as if the things under the white cloth were slowly moving.
Xiaolan walked to where the female corpse's head should be and lifted up the white cloth.
For a moment, Xiaolan's vision seemed blurry.
That face doesn't seem to be that face anymore.
Xiaolan blinked and her vision returned to normal. Lying on the stone bed was the poor little maid who died behind the steeple on that rainy night.
The female corpse still looked the same, but her limbs were not so stiff. Xiaolan looked at the lifeless face and suddenly felt that the trembling self just now was a bit ridiculous.
"Poor." Xiaolan shook her head and sat on the ground facing the female corpse.
Both myself and this girl are pitiful.
What happens next?
When the owner of the manor, that is Mr. Morvern, comes back, will he be regarded as a murderer and sent to the gallows?
Or the stake?
Or some other death penalty?
Xiaolan skipped the content about the criminal law of this era in her mind, stared at the female corpse lying flat on the stone bed, and felt her eyelids gradually getting heavy.
At this time, I am actually sleepy?!
Xiaolan sighed inwardly, but couldn't help but close her eyes.
The consciousness left for a while, and soon Xiaolan ushered in a new dream.
I was walking on the narrow path outside the manor.
It was the same as when he first came to Morven Manor.
However, the weather is refreshing and clear, with no pervasive fog or lingering drizzle.
Xiaolan could feel the happy mood of the owner of this body from her excited steps.
At the door of the manor, stood a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo.
I jumped a few times and fell into the arms of the middle-aged man.
The two walked into the castle hand in hand, and met a woman and two children.
Yrel, Moses, and Lily.
The three of them all looked younger than they do now. The two children still had the same kind of polite and polite smiles on their faces, and Yrel was the same, complimenting his appearance with utmost compliments.
This is certainly not the memory of the blonde maid.
This is the recollection of one of Mr. Mervyn's wives.
After that, it was a happy and peaceful daily life.
until.
Mr. Morvern waved to the people waiting at the castle gate, turned around and got into the carriage.
The carriage drives away.
The servants returned to the castle one after another and continued their work.
The owner of this body also turned around and returned to the hall.
There was a patter of footsteps behind me.
A small hand caught him.
With an innocent expression, Lily grabbed her little finger and shook it.
“Can you tell me a story tonight?…
"When dad is at home, he tells me stories every day."
The owner of this body gently agreed to her.
At night, I walked into Lily's room.
The furnishings in this room are much the same as they are now.
The little girl spent a long time choosing in front of the bookcase, and finally took out a fairy tale book.
"Bluebeard".
Exactly the same experience...
After listening to the story, Lily asked the question mysteriously, "Why did Bluebeard kill his wives?"
"Lily, be good, this is not a question you should know."
The night passed like this.
During the night, I woke up several times.
Every time I wake up, I nervously get out of bed and check every corner of the room.
The next day, Mr. Morvin still didn't come back.
He spent the day in a daze, and in the evening, Lily held his hand again.
"I want to tell Lily a story today too."
Still, "Bluebeard".
"Tell me," Lily seemed to have a mocking smile in her eyes, "why did Bluebeard kill his wives?"
I felt a little angry.
"This is not something Lily should understand," he threw away the Bluebeard, "nor is it a book Lily should read."
Then, under Lily's complicated eyes, she slammed the door and left.
I returned to the room, swallowed a few white pills, and lay down on the bed.
Quiet late night, dancing candlelight.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
"No..." He held his forehead, "No..."
Soon, he jumped out of bed, staggered to the table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a piece of white paper.
"Dear brother..." the hand wrote fluently, "the sense of voyeurism I mentioned to you and my family before is back..."
Peeping feeling!
Xiaolan understood.
This is Dr. Sovan’s sister, Sandora!
That is Mr. Morvern's sixth wife.
Sandora folded the letter, put on her blouse again, opened the door, came to the hall on the first floor, and placed the letter on the long table on the east side.
Then she sat in the hall all night.
The next day, the servant who delivered the letter sent Shandora's home letter early in the morning.