I was tugging at my heartstrings by this sad emotion, and all my thoughts were completely integrated into this endless sadness, and time stood still in the cry like a sad song. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At some point, a light appeared above his head, slowly dispelling the darkness in front of him. The light was dim and somewhat erratic, apparently not a constant light fixture, but rather like someone had lit a torch above my head.

Kindness? I don't know why the torches suddenly appeared above my head or who lit them. I still didn't feel anything in my body, and naturally I couldn't look at the source of the light.

The sadness was dispelled by the brightening room in front of me, and if the torch was held above my head by a person of height, it must have been a large man more than two meters tall.

Hesitating, wondering, and troubled, just as I was about to think about why the torch was on top of my head, the scene that slowly appeared in front of me instantly stopped all thoughts......

Under the faint light of the fire, a stone room of only about ten square meters appeared in my field of vision. The stone chamber was empty, without any furnishings or objects. Of course! Except for the woman in the corner of the stone room who was crying with her back to me!

The woman has a graceful figure, long hair and a shawl, and a long white dress, which seems to be real and illusory. She sat on her knees on the ground with her back to me, a man in her arms, her body trembling slightly from crying.

The dim light of the fire, coupled with the woman's back facing me, made it impossible to see her face clearly.

Although I can't see the woman's face clearly, I can clearly see where the person is in her arms, or where the living person is! That turned out to be! A headless male corpse......

it! I gasped, but it was just a gasp, because I couldn't control my mouth to inhale.

What the hell is going on!? The sadness that had been evoked by the woman's crying was gone, and fear once again took over me.

The crankiness in my brain has once again become an accelerator of fear, and the perverted female killers in European and American horror movies anesthetize the body of the prey, and then let the prey watch her body be dismembered The horror scenes appear in front of my eyes again and again. What exactly awaits me!? I really didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I've guessed that there may be several identities of the "messenger", a perverted female killer? That's, isn't it? So the person holding the torch must be her accomplice, right?

The woman didn't seem to notice my presence at all, just hugged the headless male corpse and kept crying, heartbroken, and crying in pain.

She didn't say anything other than crying, but that made me feel even more frightened. I'd rather she'd turn her head at this point, revealing a hideous face, and pronounce death on me.

Death, not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that you don't know how you will die......

The man with the torch did not say a word, and he silently watched the woman in the corner crying sadly.

In the dead stone room, only the desolate cry lingered in it, like the sad song of death, hitting my broken nerves again and again......

I was really on the verge of a breakdown, everything that happened, seemed to have no cause, no process, not even a result. And some are just such a strange picture and such a bleak cry. Why is it that the more I try to stay away from these unclear things, the more I will be involved in them for no reason. What exactly am I doing wrong? Or is this really my fate......

Suddenly! In the stone room, where there was only the sound of crying, there was a short but powerful knocking sound!

The thud grew louder and stronger, like a hammer slamming into my head. My head began to ache violently, and it hurt more and more, until it hurt so much that my consciousness began to blur and I lost consciousness completely......

it! I opened my eyes suddenly, and the blinding sunlight caught in my eyes, making me dizzy. After a few seconds of acclimatization, the dark brown wooden roof appeared in front of me, and in my ears came a short, powerful knock on the door.

It turned out to be a dream! I sat up quickly, rubbed my eyes with my hands, and the feeling of my body returning to control was so beautiful. I thought about it day and night, first there was the female ghost in white who did not exchange money for bad taste, and then there was the headless male corpse in the photo of the "messenger", but I didn't expect that I really successfully combined the two so simply, and had a weird nightmare about the female ghost in white and the headless male corpse.

Ay...... Master, I almost scared myself to death this time.

The knock on the door kept coming, and I wiped my face and hurriedly got up, walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door was Manager Zhao, who was leaning over and smiling: "Little master, it's not too early, my lord invites you to gather in the hall, and the people are almost ready." ”

What? I was slightly stunned, and I was a little overwhelmed by the title in Mr. Zhao's mouth, what did he call me? Little master? Why did I become a young master?

After thinking about it again, I instantly understood the reason, if you consider the relationship between Old Man Mu and Uncle. According to the generation, I can indeed be regarded as the little master of the Mu family, but ......

I can't help but feel a burst of sarcasm in my heart, little master? Don't come to this set with the master, relatives like you, I can't afford to climb the master.

To be honest, I don't think I'm the kind of character who judges people by their appearance, but from the first time I saw this Manager Zhao, it was really difficult for me to have any good feelings. For some reason, I always feel that there seems to be an indescribable evil in the bones of this Mr. Zhao, which makes me extremely disgusted.

Lewd not? Jin Buchang once asked me a question with a wicked smile, and it came to mind at the right time. Ay...... I smiled bitterly in my heart, and I felt that I suddenly had a sense of empathy.

Of course, I will not directly express these unhappiness and disgust in my heart. People are knives, I am fish meat, that is, fish meat, why bother to touch knives, this truth is easy to understand, and does not need too much explanation.

"Hey, I really don't dare to be a little master or something, then there is Manager Lao Zhao to guide the way." I squeezed out a smile and responded politely to Mr. Zhao.

"Hehehe......" Manager Zhao's eyes rolled a few times, and after laughing a few times and making a gesture of please, he led me out of the wing.

The fresh air in my nostrils in the early morning made me feel much better. Subconsciously, I looked around, looking for the two black suits that kept vigil yesterday. After all, the relationship between these two people and the messenger has always made me suspicious.

One tall and one short in black suits, still patrolling back and forth in the courtyard, but after a night of tossing, the faces of these two people were more or less slightly tired.

Kindness...... When I saw the state of the two of them, I was a little hesitant to make my own judgment. From the point of view of the night patrol, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about these two people, so am I really wrong? Is the "messenger" really someone else who has infiltrated it? Nothing to do with them? ……