Chapter 358: Worm Tail

"I've always thought he's weird. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After drinking several glasses of wine, the cook finally began to reveal some details, she told the villagers who were dumbfounded.

"He's quirky, cold, and never cares about people. I think even if you want to ask him for a drink, he won't talk to you, he never deals with people. ”

"He's not a good man. "Frank was in the war, he was hurt a lot in the war, he was ruined by the war, he couldn't fit into the peaceful life. We can't doubt him because of that. ”

"Who else but him?" said the cook in a gruff voice, "and he is the only one who has the key to the back door, and the spare key has always been in his cabin. Yesterday, the doors and windows were all in good condition, and no one broke in. Only Frank, the only one who can sneak into the house while we sleep. ”

The villagers exchanged glances with each other and immediately felt that this was a very important suspicion.

"I think he's suspicious, he looks really nasty, he's very unsociable. A man at the bar muttered.

"I guess it was the war that drove him insane. "Anyone would go crazy in a place where there's a lot of gunfire, and Frank hasn't been able to fit in." ”

"He had a bad temper and no one dared to offend him. One woman said excitedly, "No one knows what he can do." ”

Suspicion after suspicion, blurted out from the mouths of the villagers, that Frank was indeed a weirdo, a terrible weirdo, because he was completely out of place.

.........

The next day, in Little Hangleton, Frank is being interrogated by the police at the police station.

Frank repeats over and over again that he is innocent and that he doesn't know what's going on.

On the day that the Riddle family of three died. The only stranger he saw there was a boy in his teens, who was not like anyone here, he was pale, had black hair, and looked a little odd.

But no one in the village had ever seen the boy, and the police thought it was a lie made up by Frank.

Just when everyone thought that Frank was the murderer, the bizarre autopsy report of the Riddle family made the case confusing.

No one had ever seen such a strange report, and the doctors confirmed it in many ways and examined it in many ways.

In the end, the Riddle family had no wounds, marks, or pain. They were very natural, very healthy, and suddenly lost their breath. The doctors noticed that everyone in the Riddle family had frightened expressions, and they looked more like they were scared to death.

The police didn't like this conclusion, three healthy people were scared to death at the same time, which was not a satisfactory conclusion. But there is no evidence that it was a murder, and the police are not willing to wronged anyone else for the sake of an unpopular family.

So Frank was released again.

After this, the Riddles were buried in Little Hangleton's church cemetery.

Surprisingly, Frank Bryce returns to the cabin at Riddle Manor.

Although some villagers still believe that Frank killed the Riddles, Frank ignores these rumors. He stayed, and continued to take care of Riddle's garden, or rather, he had nowhere to go, so he had to stay here.

Frank no longer has a family, and all he has is this familiar place.

Frank continues to take care of Riddle's garden, but Riddle's manor and house are gradually abandoned.

His new owner never lived here. He used the estate as a tax avoidance, and instead of repairing it, he left it to be abandoned. Frank was also retained, and the new owner continued to hire him as a sign that the estate was still in operation.

Fifty years have passed, and Frank is 77 years old, he is terribly deaf and his legs are even stiffer.

He didn't have any relatives, he didn't have any places to go, he didn't have any hobbies. He just took care of the garden every day, keeping the lawn neat.

It takes a lot of Frank's time, and he has to deal not only with clumps of weeds, but also with children who are even more annoying than weeds.

The children in the village always like to throw stones in this direction, Frank is the weirdo in the village, a monster that everyone hates, and the children bet on each other, gamble on each other, and bully each other.

They snuck in, trampled lawns, trampled flowers, smashed windows. Yelling murderers, murderers, everything gives Frank a headache.

.........

One night in August, Frank woke up from the night to hear something strange in the house above, and he thought it was the children who had come up with a terrible trick to torment him.

He was awakened by the pain of that bad leg, which had broken on the battlefield, had tormented him, and would continue to torture her for many years until she died.

The war ruined everything for him, leaving him with only a terrible, bad leg and a lifetime of torture.

He got out of bed and limped to the kitchen, where he needed to refill the hot water bottle to warm his stiff knees.

At this time, he looked upstairs and saw a glimmer of light in the windows of Riddle's House.

"It's the damn little kids again, they made a fire, maybe they want to burn down the house. Frank scolded indignantly.

He quickly removed the kettle and limped upstairs. He got dressed, went back to the kitchen, and removed a rusty key from the door to the opening.

He picked up the crutch he leaned against the wall as a weapon, and quietly walked into the night.

The door on the Riddle House. There was no sign of being knocked open and the windows were intact.

Frank dragged his bad leg around the back of the house, where he stopped in front of a door overgrown by creepers. He pulled out the key and unscrewed the door open.

The dark crypt-like kitchen has not been visited for many years. Frank followed his memory, groping, surrounded by the smell of rot and dust.

He lifted his spirits, carefully catching the sounds and footsteps above his head, and he made his way through the hallway, climbing the stairs lightly, the steps covered in a thick layer of dust that obscured his footprints and sounds.

In the hallway, Frank searches for light and finds the intruder. At the end of the hallway, a door opened a crack.

A faint glow escaped through the crack in the door, casting a faint glow on the ground.

Frank approached cautiously, his cane clutched in his hand, and a few steps from the door, he saw the scene in the crack of the door.

The fire jumped in the fireplace, which surprised him a little, and he stopped and pricked up his ears to hear what was going on in the room.

At this time, a man's voice came from the room.

(To be continued.) )