After sending the letter away, Sandora felt much more relaxed.
She even chatted with Yrel.
"We can all understand that you feel uneasy," Yrel said to Sandora as he trimmed the tulips in the vase. "After all, the stories of the previous ladies have been widely known."
"You know," Sandora's voice was still so refreshing, "I never believe in any curse."
"You are a brave and beautiful young lady. You have a unique perspective on everything." Yrel praised.
Xiaolan thought this flattery was strange, but Sandora found it very useful.
"So..." Sandora picked up a flower, "What kind of people were the previous ladies?"
Next, through Sandora's ears, Xiaolan listened to Yrel praise the previous ladies with all kinds of beautiful but empty words.
Except for the first one.
"Where is the first lady?" Sandora asked.
"Madam..." Yirel's gaze cast towards the distance outside the window, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, "First... Madam..."
Then, she couldn't say anything.
Two children came skipping over and interrupted their conversation.
Soon it was night again.
Lily invited Sandora to her room again to tell stories.
"I don't want to hear the story of "Bluebeard" anymore," Lily begged, dragging Sandora's hand, "I want you to tell me other stories."
Sandora agreed.
After telling the story, Sandora returned to the room and swallowed a few pills.
Fall asleep.
This night seemed to be much more peaceful, Sandora did not wake up.
At least I didn't wake up with panic.
However, a loud noise from downstairs woke her up from her deep sleep.
Sandora sat up from the bed and quickly stood on the ground again.
What is it?
Sandora put on her blouse and came to the corridor.
The candlelight flickered quietly.
Her room was right next to the stairs. Sandora walked downstairs while calling Yrel's name.
There was also silence in the lobby on the first floor.
It seemed that no one heard the sound just now.
However, when Sandora walked through the east side of the hall, she suddenly noticed something placed on the table by the wall.
A letter.
She picked up the letter.
"To Morvern Manor, my dear sister, Sandora."
These are the words written on the cover.
"Brother..." Sandora quickly opened the envelope.
"Dear Sandora,
Mr. Mowen's business trip must have made you uneasy as a newlywed, but sister, please don't worry, this is just a normal phenomenon...
…
By the way, I wonder if the manor has heard that a brutal murderer has appeared near the village recently. The murderer only kills innocent and cute children. It is said that after targeting a certain cute child, he will make a special trip late at night.
Sneaking into a child's home and taking away the child's young life, of course, there is no need to worry about the safety of Morvern Manor, but even so, I still hope that you will be extremely cautious."
The signature is indeed that familiar name - Sowan.
Sandora clutched her brother's letter tightly and quickly turned her head to look at the stairs she had just walked down.
That voice just now...
"Miss Yirel," Sandora's trembling voice echoed in the hall, "Miss Yirel!..."
No response.
There was no sound.
Sandora moved back to the stairs, pricked up her ears and listened.
A trace of footsteps sounded.
Not downstairs.
Upstairs.
On the second floor.
In front of the two children's door.
Not knowing where the courage came from, Sandora suddenly ran up to the second floor like crazy.
The door to Moses' bedroom was open.
Just now, when I passed by, it was obviously closed.
Sandora swallowed.
"Moses……"
As if in response to her, a child's moan seemed to come from the door.
"Moses!"
Sandora quickly rushed through the door.
She wants to save two children.
Children must not be allowed to be harmed...
The windows in Moses' room were open, and the white curtains were fluttering in the wind.
As soon as Sandora threw herself through the door, she tripped over something on the ground and fell to the side.
"Moses……"
There was a cold sneer from behind.
The sound of friction.
The thing that tripped me just now was picked up by someone.
Sandora turned around.
As soon as she saw Moses' gentle and handsome face, Sandora's nervousness relaxed a little.
"Moses……"
Then, the kid showed his signature charming smile.
He raised the ax in both hands.
Swing it down.
…
When Xiaolan woke up from the nightmare, she screamed uncontrollably.
Sandora's story ended abruptly.
Are the things in the dream real?
Moses……
Is it Moses?
Xiaolan found herself lying next to the stone bed, and sat up with her arms supporting her body.
There was a strange feeling on the fingertips of my right hand.
Xiaolan raised her hand and illuminated it with the weak candlelight.
Between the fingers of his right hand, there is a long strand of hair.
A brown hair.
The dead maid had blonde hair, while she herself had black hair.
Could it be... is Sandora's hair?
But why is it here?
Before Xiaolan could breathe evenly, there was the sound of the wooden window being opened near the door.
A ball of fiery red appeared outside the small window.
"Are you...are you okay?" the person outside the window asked timidly.
It's the red-haired maid.
"It's you!" Xiaolan was happy for a second, but quickly calmed down, "You...why are you here?"
"Miss Yirel has arranged for a servant to guard this door." The maid said concisely.
Xiaolan nodded.
The maid did not close the window, and the two stared at each other silently.
"What... happened to you just now?"
Xiaolan was about to open her mouth, but when the words came out, she turned into, "Do you believe I am innocent?"
The maid hesitated for a while and then said, "I think you look...normal."
Xiaolan smiled and said, "Thank you."
"Then what were you just now..." the maid then asked.
"I had a nightmare," Xiaolan stood up, "I was just frightened by the nightmare."
Xiaolan still chose to hide the content of the dream.
After all, at least as of now, there is still a maid who believes that her mind is normal. If the murderer in the dream is mentioned, no one will think that she is normal.
The maid listened to Xiaolan's words and smiled silently, "Isn't it scary in there?"
"Why is it scary?"
"After all...there is..." the maid pointed quietly.
Xiaolan looked back and asked, "If it were you, would you feel terrible?"
"I won't."
"Why?"
"Because she is my friend," the maid lowered her head and her voice became muffled, "Even if she... we are also friends."