The Plow

It gets dark early in winter, and there is no light outside for a long time. Once the lights are turned off, it is immediately dark.

When he turned around, he naturally couldn't see anything.

Without even thinking about it, Ling Shu got up quickly and rushed forward.

Fluttered!

Not in the room.

Neither is the hallway.

In such a large building, only the sound of his messy footsteps echoed in the wooden corridor.

"Yue Dingtang!"

He shouted.

"I'm here."

The voice from downstairs came steadily.

"power cut?"

"should be."

"You didn't come up just now?"

Yue Dingtang took out a kerosene lamp from somewhere, lit it, and went upstairs with the lamp.

The faint flickering lights became the only source of light in the entire building.

But it also seemed to be getting darker all around.

It's like walking with a lamp in hell, the light can't scare the darkness away, but it will attract the darkness to move around.

"I didn't come up just now."

Yue Dingtang went up to the second floor.

"What did you see?"

Ling Shu stood at the door, watching him push open the doors of each room and look inside with a lamp.

"It seemed that someone was behind me just now, but when I turned around, it disappeared again."

"Could it be your illusion?" Yue Dingtang walked in and walked around Du Yuning's room.

"Maybe." Ling Shu was not sure, he even suspected that the wound on his head hadn't healed yet, because after getting up suddenly just now, his head was dizzy now. "But the old butler may have lied."

Yue Dingtang: "You also found out?"

Ling Shu hummed: "Just now you asked him if the Yuan family had been haunted since they moved here. He looked uneasy, first scratching his fingers, and then scratching his ears and cheeks. Among the suspects I have interrogated, this is exactly what many people lie about. Performance."

Yue Dingtang: "If he's lying, then the haunting of the Yuan family is probably also man-made."

Ling Shu: "Do you suspect that the deaths of these three people are all related to the old housekeeper?"

Yue Dingtang: "Yuan Bing and Du Yuning have no children, the old butler has enough motives, and he lied about the haunting, so there must be something hidden from us. This may be the key to solving the mystery." The essential."

Ling Shu yawned: "Then can we go home now, the power is out now, and I can't find anything after checking, I should go home and rest."

Yue Dingtang: "It's six o'clock in the afternoon, now you go back with me and change your clothes, just in time for the reception at seven o'clock."

Ling Shu's hand covering his mouth froze.

Has the surname Yue not forgotten this matter?

Ling Shu went downstairs first, and then stood still at the stairs, because the lamp was still in Yue Dingtang's hand.

"I feel that I can go directly to the reception with my clothes..."

As he spoke, he looked up naturally.

Yue Dingtang was about to go downstairs.

Within the limited range that the kerosene lamp could see, Ling Shu could clearly see a dark shadow on the wall behind him.

The black shadow stretched very long, and it could be seen that it was in the shape of a human being.

But that is by no means the shadow of Yue Dingtang.

because--

The black shadow was holding an ax in his hand, and he raised it high, aiming at Yue Dingtang's back!

"Get out of the way!"

At the critical moment, Ling Shu only had time to shout out two words.

These two words are enough to cover all meanings.

If he called out to be careful, Yue Dingtang would not know what to be careful about.

If he shouted behind him, Yue Dingtang might turn around, and then there would be no time to dodge.

For half a second, it only depends on Yue Dingtang's ability to respond and whether he trusts Ling Shu.

If he thought Ling Shu was joking, he might not move at all.

Yue Dingtang moved.

He immediately grabbed the stair railing and jumped forward, his back hit the stair railing heavily, his footsteps missed, and he fell down several steps, and he didn't stand still until the stairs.

The kerosene lamp fell from his hand, shattered to the ground, and went out immediately.

When he jumped down, Ling Shu had already jumped several steps away, so he was not affected at all, and stood aside intact with his hands tied.

Yue Dingtang: ...

He didn't bother to touch his painful old waist, and turned his head to look up.

The dim light outside reflects the dead branches swaying, teeth and claws, resembling a human.

Nothing.

He suspected that Ling Shu had misjudged his vision, or that he was deliberately playing tricks on himself.

Looking at Ling Shu again, his expression should be as innocent as possible, as if the person who spoke just now was not him at all.

"Two gentlemen..."

The old housekeeper stood outside the door, holding a lamp and craned his neck to look in, but he refused to take a step.

"Have you seen it? Do you need a lamp?"

In the cold wind, the rickety back trembled tremblingly, as if it would be crushed by this winter night at any time.

"Just now, did you enter the house?" Yue Dingtang went out.

The old butler shook his head like a rattle. "I've been standing outside until I heard someone shouting inside, so I took a few steps closer. I've told you all, it's better not to come to this house at night!"

Ling Shu: "Even if the house isn't clean, it's still the dead souls of your master and wife. It's understandable for others to be afraid. Why are you so scared? Did you do something wrong to dare not see them?"

The old butler hesitated to speak, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Madam didn't like us very much before she was alive. Once, after a quarrel with the master, she said that the Yuan family had delayed her half of her life. Can't make everyone here happy..."

Under Yue Dingtang's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"you are lying."

Yue Dingtang said lightly.

"Your wife never said that at all. Also, when you made up the story about the haunting of the Yuan family just now, you were obviously lying."

"How dare I lie to the two of you!" the old housekeeper argued, "Madam, she did..."

"I saw her just now." Ling Shu said suddenly.

The tone of voice was faint, erratic and light, like a breath of cool air in the night, blowing towards the old housekeeper.

The latter was terrified, but before he could react, he heard Ling Shu say again: "She was standing in the room wearing a nightgown just now, she was still as beautiful as before when she was alive, but her face was gloomy and blood was still bleeding from the corner of her mouth. "

He stared straight at the butler, and seemed to be at a certain point behind the butler.

"If you don't believe me, look back."

The housekeeper almost couldn't lift the lamp in his hand, he didn't turn his head, but took a few steps forward.

"Don't scare me. The wrong is the one who owes the debt. I am not the murderer who killed my wife. Why did she come back to find me!"

Ling Shu smiled: "You mean, you know who killed me, right?"

He purposely lowered his voice, made it a bit soft and thin, and slowly, at first glance, it really sounded a bit like the emphasis of Du Yuning's words before his death.

The old butler's knees couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell to his knees directly.

"No, no, I don't know, I don't know anything! The Yuan family is really haunted. If you don't believe me, you can ask them. The servants of the Yuan family and the chief of the patrol room all said that they saw it. I am the only one here. It can be made up!"

Ling Shu squatted down, waiting to make persistent efforts, when the man from the patrol room sneaked back, carrying two boxes of midnight snacks, and was about to deliver them to Yue Dingtang, to curry favor with the popular man in front of this high-ranking foreign official of the police department.

"Sir, why don't you take a break?"

The other party approached with a smile on his face, but unexpectedly interrupted Ling Shu's good deed.

The old butler woke up suddenly, sweating profusely, his expression changed from fear to vigilance.

His mouth was closed like a clam shell, and he refused to speak a word again.

"You came at the right time, take him back to the patrol room, and interrogate him carefully about his relationship with these murders." Yue Dingtang thought for a while, "The rest of the Yuan family can't guarantee that they have nothing to do with them, so take them back together first. Bar."

The patrolman was taken aback for a moment, and quickly responded, calling his colleagues to take everyone away.

The Yuan family has a small population, and two patrols are enough to deal with it. It's just that these servants of the Yuan family were panicked by the murder case, and when they suddenly heard that they were going to be taken back for interrogation, they panicked for a while, screaming for injustice, crying, Five or six people were in a mess.

"This person is old, you can press him, but don't go too far, lest something happen and the gain outweighs the loss." Yue Dingtang confessed.

"I'll save it, don't worry!" the policeman replied.

The Yuan family was quickly brought out, all of them downcast and sad.

Ling Shu glanced briefly.

"Why is one missing?"