How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Sidelle clearly saw that when the old man Craigie yelled "Wait", the nanny's hand holding the wheelchair suddenly tightened.

The nanny was subtly relieved when Craigie said he just wanted the picture.

There are more doubts in her mind than these——

There are too many indescribable places in this house.

Sidelle looked at the stains on the corner of the wall, the messy piles of items under the TV table, and smelled the air that still smelled faintly after being sprayed with freshener, and tried to speak to Janet: "Auntie, did you choose this nanny? "

Janet was slightly startled, and shook her head: "No, I entrusted an intermediary agency to choose."

Sidelle: "Then this nanny..."

She pondered for a while, and tried not to offend and said: "I think Grandpa Craigie's complexion is not very good."

Janet looked at Sidelle: "Are you trying to say that there is something wrong with the nanny?"

After she finished speaking, she shook her head slightly and said, "You just don't know my father's temper."

"After the car accident, he became very irritable," Janet said flatly. "Maybe it was because of a physical accident—or maybe it was because my mother died in a car accident."

The woman's slender eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids with delicate eye makeup. She gently shook her eyelashes and continued calmly: "The first nanny I found for him was a forty-year-old Middle Eastern woman. He is well-known in the service industry and has always been dedicated to taking care of my father."

"I paid her a good salary, but, in less than a year, she quit the job."

"After that, I found several nannies one after another, but without exception, some nannies last longer and can tolerate him for a few months; some nannies only last ten and a half months, and they will leave here even if they break the contract."

"My dad, Craigie - has such a bad reputation in the domestic business around here that the nannies who quit here almost either left the area or disappeared. I don't know what he did."

Janet raised her red lips with some self-deprecation, and said wearily: "I was thinking about taking some time to visit him these few days and have a good conversation—"

"I didn't expect that he wouldn't even talk to me."

Janet looked tired, and she leaned back slightly on the sofa.

"I don't expect anything else - as long as there are people who can take good care of him, money is not an issue."

Louise looked at her mother who had always been strong and rarely showed a fragile expression, bit her lip timidly, and wanted to step forward to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Sidelle: ...

She didn't know what to say, so she could only remain silent.

The problem is... the nanny doesn't seem to be taking good care of the elderly!

Janet is such a smart person--

Did you really not see it, or did you not want to see it?

Sidelle understood, perhaps it would be useless to say anything to Janet now.

She turned her mind on the nanny, and then returned to the black and white portrait that had been taken away.

There is one thing to say, Sidel can't understand what it means to keep a photo of a deceased person by her side and look at it every day.

Even if it is regarded as longing, but the key is to see and think about people, can't you use some photos of Yang Jian? !

Going to the toilet in the middle of the night really won't be frightened by the black and white posthumous photos?

And the person in this black and white posthumous photo...is suspected to be able to move...

Thinking of the old man Craigie seemed to attach great importance to that photo, and thinking of what Janet said before.

Sidelle suddenly understood something.

—Maybe, Craigie knows the secret in that photo.

Could it be that Janet's dead mother had never left the house?

The house is not big, and while Janet was still in a daze, Sidel got up quietly, ready to stroll around.

She pressed Louise next to Janet and motioned her to accompany her mother with her eyes.

Janet probably needs some quiet time alone now.

Sidelle walked alone to the bathroom on the first floor, and she paused when she passed a room.

According to her observation - in this house, it seems that this is the only room that is locked.

Not only the built-in door lock, but also a thick brass lock was hung on the door. When looking outside, it was difficult for Sidelle to guess what was inside.

She silently marked this place in her heart.

The bathroom is very ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.Sidelle hid by the toilet, took out the crowbar and waved it twice, and then silently stuffed it back after getting familiar with the feel.

- It would be great to have a weapon that can be summoned at any time.

She thought contentedly, and ran into the nanny when she went out.

The nanny's brown hair was coiled behind her head, like a swollen bun, which looked quite scary under the dim light.

Sidelle suddenly noticed that the lights in the bathroom were all hanging small table lamps, she couldn't help but glanced at the nanny standing at the door, frowned and asked, "Why don't you turn on the lights brighter?"

With that said, Sidelle turned on the incandescent lamp on the wall.

The dim light was dispersed, and the narrow space was instantly clear.

Sidelle nodded with satisfaction in her heart, turned her head and saw the nanny forced a smile: "Turning on the headlights consumes too much electricity, and the electricity bill is expensive, so I just want to save some money."

Sidelle became more and more strange: "No matter how expensive the electricity bill is, it's not you who pays for it."

Janet said that she sent her living expenses back every month.

The smile on the nanny's face seemed to froze for a moment.

A thought suddenly flashed into Sidelle's mind, and she blissfully said, "You won't swallow your living expenses, will you?"

Under the pale light, the nanny's face was slightly distorted. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she suddenly smiled at the 12-year-old girl in front of her.

The girl's blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a mischievous smile.

"Oh," Sidelle tilted her head, her eyes showed an innocent smile, and said innocently, "I was just joking, why are you so nervous?"

The nanny's words were blocked back in her throat by this sentence.

She suddenly pulled out a smile, "You can't talk nonsense if you have something, little girl."

The nanny looked relaxed, and Shi Shiran walked into the bathroom.

She couldn't see the gradually cold eyes of Sidelle who was behind her.

Sidelle stared at the nanny's back, and didn't look away lazily until she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

He has become a robber and his psychological quality is still so poor, so he will be scared out of him, so it is estimated that nothing serious will happen.

However, Sidelle can be sure of one thing now.

The nanny is really not a good thing, she is a little worried about Craigie's physical and mental problems.

Sidelle didn't leave, but leaned against the wall, waiting for the nanny to come out.

The bathroom door opened again, and the nanny who came out looked up and saw the little blond girl leaning against the wall and staring at her quietly.Seeing her come out, she smiled and leaned closer: "Can I go and see Grandpa Craigie? I didn't talk to him just now."

The nanny frowned slightly, as if a little embarrassed, and said in a coaxing tone: "The old man is already asleep, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient tonight, let's go see Grandpa Craigie tomorrow, shall we?"

Sidelle didn't speak, her blue eyes glanced at her with a half-smile, the nanny panicked, she always felt that the expression on the child's face was a bit strange, as if she knew something——

She licked her lips, suppressed her impatience, and tried her best to show a kind smile: "It's really too late today, and we can't disturb Grandpa Craigie's sleep, can we? Look, Aunt Janet is going to bed, and you are about to go!"

Sidelle smiled lightly: "Okay."

She turned her eyes casually and landed on the door with a big brass lock: "By the way, why is this room locked?"

Sidelle reached out and fiddled with the brass lock twice: "Is there anything precious?"

Seeing that she stopped asking Craigie, the nanny breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to be stunned: "I don't know, this room has been locked since I came here, and I have never entered it."

Nanny told the truth—

When she first came to this family, the room was already locked.

Sidelle: "Oh, that's right."

She responded indifferently, looked away as if losing interest, and smiled at the nanny: "Since Grandpa Craigie has already gone to sleep, I will go to bed too."

...what will be in the room.

Sidelle lowered her eyelashes, hiding the look in her eyes.

Due to the rush of time, the nanny only packed two rooms for Janet, Louise and Sydel.

In the end Janet and Louise shared a room, and Sydel shared a room by herself.

After saying goodnight to Louise, Sidelle went back to her room where she was supposed to sleep, but didn't fall asleep right away.

Although the room was clean and tidy, it exuded a faint musty smell.

Sidelle turned on the light, turned around, and found a slippery moss in a hidden corner under a corner of the table in the room.

Sidelle: "..."

She and the musty moss looked at each other for a while, then took out her phone silently and took a picture of the scene.

Just to show Janet tomorrow as evidence against the nanny.

Time flowed slowly, and it was not until the dead of night that Sidel slowly got out of bed, and opened the door of this room lightly.

It was pitch black all around, and the outlines of the furniture were looming in the darkness. It was quiet and silent, and it seemed that even the slight sound of breathing could not be hidden in the darkness.

Sidelle kept opening the door and stood stiffly in place.

In the darkness, she saw a silhouette of a figure standing vaguely next to the bathroom across the room.

Sidelle: "..."

Oh wow.

Without saying a word, as if nothing had happened, she silently closed the door back.

Sidelle stood behind the door and waited for half an hour. When she opened the door again, the shadow hidden in the darkness was gone by the side of the bathroom.

Holding the crowbar in her hand, she poked her head out to take a look, and suddenly found a faint light coming from the corridor.

It seems to be... Mr. Craigie's bedroom.

Nothing will happen, will it?

Sidelle thought of the old man's frail body and felt a little worried. She held her breath, walked over quietly, passed by the nanny's room, stood in front of Craigie's bedroom, and moved the doorknob hesitantly.

—Crack.

The door actually opened.

Craigie was not on the bed, but sitting in his wheelchair with all his clothes on. A small desk lamp was shining on the table, and his wheelchair was leaning against the table, quietly rubbing the photos in his hands, his eyes focused on the photos, There seems to be a touch of sadness.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head, and Sidelle took the opportunity to see the photo in his hand.

On the black-and-white posthumous photo inlaid with a wooden photo frame, the old woman with gentle eyes disappeared.

There were no people in the photo, and it was empty.