"It's so similar!

The old man looked nervously out the window at the child standing under the tree.

It was so similar to the only child he had ever seen near his house when the tragedy happened fifty years ago.

They are all teenagers, with black hair, thin and straight, white and tender faces, and their eyes are too dead, like immobile dolls.

The main thing is that both children have the same temperament.

Mysterious, confident, and a touch of weirdness that unscrews him.

......

It was a day in late June 1994.

A village in England called Little Hangleton.

A large mansion that was once a luxury can be vaguely seen sits on a hillside overlooking the entire village.

Several windows of the mansion were sealed, the roof tiles were incomplete, and creepers crawled all over the house with their teeth and claws.

It was originally a beautiful mansion, the most spacious and imposing building within a radius of ten kilometers, but now it is damp and desolate because it has been uninhabited for many years.

The villagers are still accustomed to calling the house "Riddle House" — Riddle is the surname of the owner, and even though the family died mysteriously half a century ago and others have since moved in, the villagers have not changed their name.

After all, such a terrible thing happened in their ordinary village, which was enough to make the villagers talk about it for a long, long time......

The house has had many owners, but no one can stay here for long, because of the accident that year, they always feel that there is an ominous feeling in the house.

There is only one exception.

An old man named Frank Bryce.

He was the gardener of the Riddle family, an old man in his seventies.

Each of the new owners of Riddle House did not seem to want to get rid of him, and just hired him to take care of the plantations on the estate.

He lives in a house prepared for his subordinates in Riddle Manor.

Frank fought in the war as a young man and was wounded in one leg and became disabled.

This has led to a cold personality, not communicative, taciturn, and cold to anyone.

This is the main reason why the villagers of Little Hangleton believe that he is the one who killed the Riddles.

After all, there was a murder, and there happened to be such a weird and withdrawn person involved in it, and it was difficult not to arouse suspicion.

......

Early morning.

Elderly Frank Bryce wakes up from his small, dilapidated wooden house.

At this time, most of Little Hangledon had not yet gotten out of bed.

Because of his age, he couldn't sleep more and more in the morning, and his broken leg was often woken up by pain.

He washed his face with cool water.

Step into the most remote corner of the manor, where the kitchen is where the next person cooks.

Because the lighting was not very good, Frank, with the consent of one of the owners, opened an old-fashioned window in the wall that could be pushed outward and branched out.

Outside the window is a small grove of woods.

In the early morning, the dew has not yet dried, and the cool air blows in to make people feel refreshed. Frank can occasionally be seen as baby squirrels churning on sun-dappled branches and rabbits jumping in the grass.

If a daring squirrel jumped up to the edge of the wooden window to watch him cook, Frank wouldn't chase it away, but would break a small piece of cheese or a few peanuts and hand it to the squirrel.

Today he opened the window first, as usual.

But he was stunned.

He thought he had almost forgotten about it, but his mind still remembered the pale young boy he had seen back then.

At this time, under a large tree, there stood a black-haired boy.

The boy looked at the house quietly, wondering how long he had been standing there.

Frank dared to conclude that the boy was by no means one of Little Hangleton, because he knew all the boys in the village, and he had "dealings" with them countless times.

Frank took a closer look, but found that the boy who made him in a trance was a little different from the boy he had seen back then.

Although his face was very white, the boy's cheeks were still rosy, unlike the bubble corpse that looked like he had been fished out of the water.

And this boy is much more handsome than the boy with a dark face and gloomy eyes.

Noticing that Frank was looking at him, the boy glanced at him, smiled faintly, and nodded vaguely.

And then it's gone!

Frank rubbed his old and dizzy eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The grove was always so quiet, and it seemed to be an illusion that there was a boy who suddenly appeared somewhere.

He shook his head: "It's really old, how can you think of the things of the year again......"

......

The Hanged Tavern.

This is the only tavern in Little Hangleton.

As Little Hangleton's only recreational venue, it has always been a favorite place for the villagers to stay.

All kinds of news, gossip is here to talk freely.

From Prince Charles's announcement that he and Camilla had a knife and two paragraphs, asking Princess Diana to end their separation life, the secret behind the tragic rejection, to a teacher organizing students to support a certain star, causing widespread discussion in the society, and as small as the villagers whose hen laid several eggs......

It was close to evening.

There were quite a few people gathered in the tavern again.

They were loud and talking, and the sound of wine glasses clashing one after another, and it was not uncommon for someone's saliva to fly into someone's wine glass.

Then, someone provoked the bizarre case half a century ago.

It's a topic that has been around for a long time.

Even after all these years.

As soon as the older generation of the village had nothing else to talk about, they would excitedly start talking about it.

Talking over and over again, adding all kinds of oil and vinegar, and then adding their own analysis in a serious way.

Then it was instilled in the middle-aged generation in the village, and now it has been passed on to the children's generation, and this matter has long been not just an accident, but has become a culture and an atmosphere for little Hangleton.

In another half century, who knows what it will become?

It's a pity that they don't have a unified version, and the variety of versions that come out of their mouths dazzles the listeners, and everyone blushes and argues loudly with the others, saying the truth themselves, as if they were witnesses at the time.

That's when it happened.

The tavern door was suddenly blown open by the wind, and a strange child walked in.

From the moment he walked in, there was a sense of being controlled in the tavern, but no one in the tavern could notice it.

They continued to talk about the Riddle family, and not even one of them looked at the doorway, on the boy.

The boy found a table and sat down.

His hand slammed on the wooden table with a "thump".

It was as if time had stopped, and all activity in the house had stopped.

The boy didn't know whether he was talking to the air or to everyone in the tavern, and he said lazily, "I'm very interested in the story you are telling, please give me more details, and tell it all over again......"

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