At twelve o'clock, Lord Liverpool's butler, Remore, was astonished to find the door still open, so he lit the lantern and went out to find his master. The www.biquge.info was very humid outside, so it was easy to see the knight's footprints down the mezzanine, and there was a gate in the middle of the path that led to the moor. All indications were that Sir Liverpool had stood in front of the door, and then he went down the passage, where his body was found......"

"There was a drunkard named Moore passing by near Bach Manor, who was not far from the place of the accident on the moor, but he admitted that he was very drunk. He said he had heard the shouts, but couldn't tell where they were coming from......"

"There was no sign of a violent assault on Sir Liverpool, but the doctor's note stated that Sir Smith's face was almost unbelievably deformed, a phenomenon that was explained to be a common occurrence when he died of breathing difficulties and heart failure. This explanation has been demonstrated by autopsies that indicate the existence of a long-standing cardiac condition......"

"The coroner also submitted a verdict consistent with the doctor's certificate, and the case was justified by a reasonable explanation, but the coroner's ordinary discovery could not finally extinguish the absurd stories of the matter that had been passed down by the neighborhood, and the strange curse of Bach Manor was brought to the fore."

Luo Hanya folded the newspaper one by one and gently threw it into the waste paper pile in the corner.

"Heh, it's really useless to investigate." Luo Hanya looked at Remo and said with a smile, "Then Mr. Remo, do you have any clues?" ”

"I, I saw a big trail of water and a lot of mud on the moorland that led to the gate of the manor, as if something had rolled here." Remo blinked excitedly, and muttered a little frantically: "It must be the curse of the Bach family, it's coming!" It's back! ”

"What? What's going on with that trace? Luo Hanya didn't care about the curse, and asked about the traces first.

"The traces of the behemoth are the behemoths that this swamp can't hide! It must have come from hell! ”

"Hey! You give me normal! What hell is not hell! You told me the details of this curse! Luo Hanya looked at Rui Mo, who was a little nervous, and scolded him loudly.

With a creak, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and Sir Henry entered, who had been watching the movement outside the door, and he sighed, "Don't embarrass him, I'll talk about this curse." ”

…………

Sir Henry told Remo to close the door and said to Luo Hanya, "I have a manuscript in my pocket. ”

"I saw it when you entered the house," said Luo Hanya, pointing to Sir Henry's pocket, and said easily.

"It's an old manuscript."

"What age is it?"

"Probably hundreds of years ago."

Sir Henry took out the manuscript, which had been showing an inch or two from his breast pocket, "This ancestral letter was entrusted to me by my uncle, Sir Liverpool, who had sent it to me a year earlier after he had inherited the title of my uncle, Sir Phil. He died a tragic death three months ago, and my uncle was such a strong-willed man. ”

"Can you tell that he expected this in advance?" Luo Hanya nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Han, my uncle, he is perceptive, experienced, and as practical as I am. He took this document very seriously, and he was ready to accept such an ending in his heart...... And as a result, he really got such an ending. Sir Henry sighed.

Luo Hanya took the manuscript and spread it flat on the desk, with the words "Bach Manor" written on the top, followed by a time, 1, 5, 7, 7, is it a manuscript from 1577?

"It looks like it's some kind of account." Luo Hanya muttered to himself.

"Yes, it's about a legend that has been going on a long way lately."

Luo Hanya looked at it intently, and it was written on the manuscript that there had been a lot of talk about the damned curse of the Bach family, and I wrote it down because I believed that something like what I had written had happened.

"I am a direct descendant of Shautten Bach, and I heard this from my father, who in turn heard it directly from my grandfather. Sons, may you believe that the gods of justice can punish those who are guilty, but that if they pray for repentance, they will be forgiven, no matter how great their sins may be. Now that you know this, you do not need to be afraid of the consequences of what your predecessors have done, but you should be careful in the future, lest the deep pain that our family has tasted in the past fall on our fallen descendants. ”

"It is said that two hundred years ago, the Bach manor was occupied by Shauton Bach, who was undeniably the most vulgar and godless man. In fact, if it had been for that, the neighbors would have forgiven him, for the Holy Religion had never flourished in this area. His arrogant and cruel nature is well known in the West. ”

However, the gentleman Sorton stumbled upon (if his vile desires could be called such a pure word) the daughter of a farmer who was planting a few acres of land near Barton Manor. But this young girl has always had a good reputation for being cautious in her words and deeds, and of course she should avoid him, and she is still afraid of his notoriety......"

"Sadly, on the day of the Feast of Micomose [the Christian feast in honor of St. Michael (September 29 every year)], the Mr. Southon, knowing that her father and brother were out of the house, secretly went to her house with five or six idle lewd friends and snatched the girl back. They took her into the manor, and locked her up in a small room upstairs, and Strongon sat around with his friends and drank bitterly, as they often did at night. ”

By this time, the poor girl upstairs had heard the wild singing and shouting downstairs and the unpleasant swear words, and she was already terrified and overwhelmed. It has been said that the words of Shauton Bach when he was drunk, whoever said them could be damned if they were to repeat them. At last, in the utter of fear, she had done something that even the bravest and most cunning man would have done—she was such a brave girl—that she came out of the window, climbed down from under the eaves of the vines that still covered the south wall, and ran through the moor to her house, which was about nine miles from her house. ”

(To be continued.) )