When Lan Shuying sent the sack to about five meters around the wooden house, the first small task was completed, and the illusion master was silent, not assigning her the next task.

Well, in her opinion, now is free time.

She excused herself from walking to find a reason to stay and search the handyman's house to learn more about the estate.

The handyman did not follow.

He just stared at her with that expectant look, even if Lan Shuying didn't pay attention with his spiritual sense, he could feel that sense of urgency in his back - this guy seemed to be expecting something.

What's the secret in the cabin?

The two rooms are next to each other, one for the bedroom and the other for the workshop. I didn't find any valuable information in the bedroom, but the workshop shook her heart!

I saw that the walls were full of large and small "white butterflies".

It was not a butterfly specimen, but a handicraft made purely of bone.

The largest "butterfly" is apparently made of pelvic bones, and the edges are sharpened to a translucent edge, which acts as the most beautiful part of the butterfly's body - the butterfly wings. The rest of the organizations also put their own use to their own devices, showing a kind of flamboyant and poignant evil beauty.

The candlelight on the table swayed slightly, and the atmosphere was oppressive and tense.

Lan Shuying finally pulled her gaze away and looked at the remaining ones—ribs, wrist bones, and some were tied with slender fish bones.

The walls are covered with deep shades of white.

Maybe it's because I've been with these bones for a long time, and every piece of wood and every floor tile in the room is oozing out a clammy and cold air.

Lan Shuying shuddered slightly.

She was thinking that a person who had lived underground for a long time regarded bloody things as a hobby, and hung the evidence of his crimes on the wall for a long time. He is so blatantly bad, whose power is he fighting for?

Oh, it was she who ignored ......

Didn't you say the background of the script?

There is only one person on the estate who is particularly obsessed with butterflies.

The handyman made these things, of course, to please Madame Butterfly.

……

She remembered the props in the sack again.

The corpse had been made quite realistically by greed, and as soon as she had put down the sack, the handyman hurried up and opened it, and it contained a delicate, beautiful young man.

The boy died tonight, horror and despair frozen on his face.

He had a lot of scars on his body, but they were not deep, because it was a woman who hurt him and she didn't have much strength.

Lan Shuying carefully examined that those injuries were not caused by just one day, the young man had been abused for at least half a month, except for his face and neck, the rest was miserable.

The cause of death was a puncture in the heart.

Combined with other clues, an even more brutal conclusion can be reached:

He was bloodied.

As a result, he will weigh a little less than his peers of similar stature.

The handyman sighed in front of her at that time, saying that he could not taste the tender blood clot every time.

This sentence was written down by Lan Shuying.

She thought of a notorious woman in history who had a bad habit of abusing young girls and using blood to maintain her skin.

It is not known if Madame Butterfly was inspired by this.

Or maybe Madame Butterfly's atrocities were just greed when it came to making illusion crystals...... Bootlegging added in?

Lan Shuying covered her mouth and suppressed the retching.

What kind of quirks are these?

There's a crazy chef in the royal city who, just sneaking in for a wedding, can meet this kind of person.

Fairytale Town?

This place is not a fairy tale at all!

……

The handyman stared at the butler's thin back in place, licking his lips unconsciously.

The boiling water in the pot bubbled up at this moment, exploded, and splashed on his arm.

He suddenly became happy: "Come, come!" ”

The handyman turned to the cauldron.

He swept the cut slices of meat into the boiling water, and after a while, the meat turned white, and he could not wait to scoop it up and stuff it into his mouth, and it was so hot that he screamed, and the cry was also joyful.

Lan Shuying walked around the workshop.

Since she received the script, the handymen she has met, as well as Madame Butterfly, which only exists in the description, have all conveyed undisguised malice. From this, it can be inferred that I haven't seen a few ...... I'm afraid it won't be friendly either.

There was a loud chewing sound behind him.

The fishy smell drifted through the handyman's breath.

Lan Shuying silently held her breath.

The handyman realized that she was looking at the collection on the wall and was excited. He smiled and handed over a topic: "Your Excellency the butler is also interested in my work?" ”

"Sort of, how long has this been going on?" Lan Shuying asked him.

She's not questioning.

The housekeeper can coexist peacefully with Madame Butterfly for eleven years, and as soon as he appears, he will carry the body for her, which is not a good thing. If you show surprise or dissatisfaction, it will go against the character and you will be caught in pigtails.

Her tone sounded casual, as if she asked casually because the two of them really didn't have a topic.

The handyman replied earnestly.

"The first one was made nine years ago, or was it given to Madame by the hands of the custodian, you don't like that one because...... It's fishy, hahaha! Ah, it's a pity to say that the earlier works were not preserved and burned down. These have been done in recent years, thanks for liking. ”

"My works are not all here, the good ones are given to my wife, and I keep them here for my own play."

The handyman smiled modestly, not in keeping with the grease stain on his mouth.

Lan Shuying perfunctory him.

She looked at the works one by one, but unfortunately she didn't get anything. Talking to the handyman, I only asked for a timeline that might not be useful:

11 years ago, the housekeeper and Madame Butterfly met and were embarrassed;

Nine years ago, the handyman started making white bone butterflies for Madame Butterfly.

Imply...... Madame has been mutilating beautiful boys since that time?

Lan Shuying pondered.

The similar butterfly shape has been seen too much, a little tired, and she caught a glimpse of a pile of cleaned bones on the workbench, she walked over, and the handyman came to explain.

She picked up a hand bone: "Why is this broken?" ”

Actually, it's not bad.

It was the owner of the hand bone who had been injured, and it appeared on the phalanx of the little finger, which was deformed.

The handyman had already become half an expert in this area, and he also gave this explanation, and said that he did not plan to use this piece as a raw material, and if she was interested, he could give it to her and take it away.

Lan Shuying pushed a few words, but still took it.

However, as soon as she left the sight of the handyman, she threw the hand bone directly into the river, without any nostalgia at all.

Poof.

The bones of the hand disappeared under the splash.

She waited in place for three seconds, and the voice of the illusion master belatedly came, yin and yang: "You really disappointed me, I thought you were a smart person, but you are actually a fool who covers up the evidence for others." ”

"Evidence? What evidence? ”

Lan Shuying asked expressionlessly.

"You mean, the murderer of this game has been decided? Then I'll go back to him now, can I just go out? ”

The corners of her mouth were curled, her eyes innocent and extraordinarily serious.