Moses walked carefully on the wet corridor, turning around from time to time to glance at Xiaolan who was following behind him.
He walked slowly and slowly, reaching places where there were no marble feet, and would gently lift up his trousers to prevent the mud on the ground from contaminating his expensive clothes.
There was thin rain falling in the dark sky, but the rain did not seem to fall on Moses. Xiaolan's hair was already covered with a layer of damp rain, but Moses' whole body was still very dry.
"After you checked into the castle," Moses smiled politely at Xiaolan, "it seems to have been raining all the time."
Xiaolan looked at the sky and wiped her face.
"But don't worry," Moses turned around and murmured, "tomorrow, oh, no, today, it will be sunny today."
Will it clear up?
Does he even know this?
The two of them walked to the bottom of the minaret. Moses raised his head and glanced at the tower standing under the dark sky. He nodded with satisfaction as if he was appreciating delicious food. He turned his head and looked at Xiaolan with enthusiasm, "I'll go in first, okay."
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Xiaolan ignored him and was about to walk up the stairs when she suddenly felt a stinging pain on the fingertips of her right hand.
Sandora's hair was struggling violently.
The hair almost broke Xiaolan's index finger, and Xiaolan seemed to be able to see Sandora's soul desperately refusing.
Danger.
Emma is in danger.
Emma, it's dangerous, don't go in.
Xiaolan gritted her teeth, removed the hair from her fingertips, rolled the twisted hair randomly, and stuffed it into her pocket.
When she looked up, Moses was looking at her.
"What is that?"
"Guess," Xiaolan walked up the steps expressionlessly, "don't you know everything?"
Two footsteps echoed in the tower in the dark night.
The room at the end of the stairs was open, and everything in the room was still the same.
"By the way," Xiaolan asked, pretending to be nonchalant, "were you the one who pushed me down that night?"
Moses was stunned for a while, but the slightly panicked expression only stayed on his face for less than a second.
"You also know a lot of things," Moses looked at Xiaolan sideways, "You are too humble."
"What was hidden in this room that night? Why were you afraid that I would find it?" Xiaolan asked.
"You can also take a guess," Moses narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly, "You seem to know everything."
Xiaolan rolled her eyes at him.
Excellent scholar.
There was still a room full of wooden boxes placed in the room, and the two of them walked in along the narrow aisle between the wooden boxes.
Xiaolan stood at a safe distance of about five or six meters away from Moses, stared at him and said, "What do you want to show me?"
Moses took a breath and looked around, "Ah... it's really messy here. I think it needs to be sorted out first."
"Tidying up what?"
To be honest, apart from being crowded, Xiaolan thinks this place is quite clean.
"Of course, I'll just sort it out," Moses stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves, "You are a lady, how can you do such a thing? Don't worry, it will be soon..."
As Moses spoke, he bent down and grabbed both sides of a wooden box, lifting the box up effortlessly.
The box is full of wheat flour, and the flour makes a rustling sound in the box.
This box weighs more than a hundred kilograms at least.
Xiaolan frowned and looked at Moses.
After a while, Xiaolan understood Moses' intention.
He lined up the boxes at the entrance of the room, stacking them on two levels.
Now, Xiaolan couldn't run away.
Moses lifted another box and stacked it on top of the others.
Now, the height of the stacked boxes at the door has exceeded Xiaolan's height. The faint moonlight shines in from the little gap at the top of the entrance. In the dim environment, Xiaolan can only make out the outline of Moses' body.
If he had the chance, he could climb on top of the box and get out, but since Moses did that, he probably wouldn't give Xiaolan that chance.
Moses dusted off the palms of his hands, shook his sleeves, stood at the door and looked at Xiaolan who was standing by the wall.
He burst out laughing, "Why are you standing so far away? Are you afraid?"
"At this time," Xiaolan said indifferently, "I should also be afraid."
"You are so stupid, why are you afraid at this time?" Moses said coquettishly, opening the hem of his clothes with his right hand, and reaching into his arms with his left hand to fumble for something, "I was about to show you the last secret of Morvern Manor."
He was tempting Xiaolan to get closer.
But Xiaolan could tell at a glance that this man had nothing to hold in and was still leaning against the wall.
Moses sighed softly, retracted his hand, and found a dark object in his hand.
Can't see clearly...
Immediately afterwards, a dangerous friction sound sounded in the air.
The moonlight outside the door reflected on the things in Moses' hands.
That's... a short knife.
Moses slowly unsheathed the sword, held the blade in front of his eyes and admired it carefully for a while.
"Is your family's secret this knife?" Xiaolan sneered.
Xiaolan herself didn't know where her courage came from when faced with such a situation where people were pitted against each other.
"This knife? No, no, no..." Moses clenched the dagger in his backhand, "This knife is just a tool to send you to the place of truth."
Xiaolan tensed up her nerves.
Now that everything that needs to be said has been said, next, it’s time to...
Suddenly, Moses' body flew towards Xiaolan like an arrow from the string.
Xiaolan jumped onto a box on the side, ran quickly towards the door, and hit the box blocking the door with her right shoulder.
The box didn't move at all.
Too heavy.
Moses had already chased him, Xiaolan was running around in this dark space, and Moses' sick laughter echoed in the room.
Xiaolan jumped to the corner of the room and was about to jump to the other side.
Tick tock!…
A drop of warm liquid fell on Xiaolan's face.
This is……
Moses yelled and chased after him, but Xiaolan jumped away quickly.
But in this cramped space, Xiaolan couldn't escape.
She also understands.
You can tell from the light pouring in from the crack in the door that the sky is getting brighter.
Finally, Moses caught Xiaolan.
His left hand was against Xiaolan's neck, and the other hand was holding the short knife tightly, and the sharp blade was shaking in front of Xiaolan's eyes.
Xiaolan grabbed his right hand with both hands to prevent the tip of the knife from approaching.
The feeling of suffocation...the feeling of powerlessness...
Xiaolan even felt that she might be strangled to death by him before being stabbed to death by him.
The color of blood gradually covered everything in front of her eyes, and Xiaolan knew that it was her eyes that were bloodshot.
Tick tock!
A drop of transparent liquid fell on Moses' forehead.
Moses looked up.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xiaolan pushed hard.
boom!
Xiaolan's back suddenly became empty.
With the violent collapse sound, Xiaolan leaned over.