soul stone

In the spacious and narrow showroom, starting from the entrance in the center, a dark red carpet tens of meters long was laid, extending to the other end of the room.From the unicorn skull whose horn was broken to one-third of its original length, to the ceramic disc salvaged from the sunken ship, Villar carefully observed it one by one.

"How? This secret treasure showroom." The carpet absorbs the sound of footsteps very well, and with the effect of the sound-absorbing wall, the voice of the speech is very clear, like a fish swimming in the backyard, soaring out of thin air in the crystal clear pool water.

"Not bad." The little boy replied, his eyes fell on a dagger with a scabbard engraved with intricate patterns and inlaid with clusters of gemstones.

"You can come anytime you want to see it." The man stood behind him, and picked up the dagger from the display stand over his head, "Anyway, this is still your home after all...your father will be very happy to see your."

The corner of Villar's mouth trembled imperceptibly. "Happy? Is he happy that I disappeared from this world?"

Raphael squatted down, rubbed Villar's head with his free hand, and pressed the already wrinkled forehead to his forehead.

"Does he also have his own difficulties? Look, isn't this the one who brought you home?" He smiled and looked into his nephew's big obsidian eyes. If you can graduate from there, no matter how strict your father is, he will be proud of you."

Villar snatched the dagger from his uncle and turned away without a word.

Raphael shook his head with a wry smile, glanced at the gold-plated watch, and muttered, "It's about time... Sister Moelle is about to arrive, so I need to get ready."

"Sister Moelle is coming?" the nephew stopped.

"Well, I said I miss you very much, so I want to come and see anyway." Raphael straightened the cuffs of his high-end suit, and said with a smile, "It's only been a week, and women are indeed emotional animals. Well, that's okay, this way cute."

"That's why you brought me here, right?" Villar didn't expect that he would become a tool for his uncle to curry favor with women.

The middle-aged man maintained a charming smile, took out a folded white handkerchief from the left breast pocket of his suit, unfolded it to wipe his face, then folded it again, and put it neatly in his pocket.The repetition is continued with the tie, which is a dark red check, the color of the rug.

"How can it be? Uncle is just arranging the time most reasonably. She can see both of you in one day, and you can just go home and meet your little girlfriend at the same time."

Hearing the last sentence, the little boy suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Is she here?"

"Villar, uncle didn't lie to you. Originally, I did plan to let you both work with me, but your father seems to like the child very much, and he will take her from me no matter what... because he is afraid You will hate your father even more if you know it, so I didn’t tell you a few days ago, I’m sorry... Ah, you can take whatever you like here, and take it as uncle’s compensation for you.” After finishing speaking, La Phil raised his hat and walked briskly towards the door.

Villar pursed his lips, clenched his dagger tightly, and ran along the long carpet, not interested in looking at the exhibits around him.

At the other end of the showroom, a young maid happened to pass by. When she saw him, the maid was startled: "Little...young master, why are you...back?"

Villar snorted: "Can't I come back?" Without waiting for the maid to answer, he asked again: "Where is Xue Ye?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, then recalled under the young master's eyes and answered: "The child should be in her bedroom upstairs now. The corridor on the left, the innermost room."

The little boy turned his head to leave when he suddenly remembered something, "Where's my father?"

"The master said that he was going out today for something, and he would not come back until the evening."

Villar gave a mocking smile.It was very deliberate for my uncle to choose today to meet with Sister Moelle.

The rooms on the second floor, on the right are the bedrooms of the masters, and on the left are all the guest rooms.Villar came to Xue Ye's room as the maid said, and knocked on the door, but no one answered.He unscrewed the doorknob and peeked into the room through the long and narrow gap.

"Snowy night?"

He opened the door wider.Sure enough, the room was empty, but it was cleaned up by the maid, and it was in perfect order.Because it is a guest room, there are no extra furnishings, and it is almost impossible to feel that someone lives here.

Villar frowned.Had the maid made a mistake?

At this moment, a group of white shadows rushed out, and got out from between Villar's legs.When he realized it, the white shadow had already bit his trousers.When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a small shepherd dog covered with snow-white long hair.Villar doesn't remember Xue Ye having such a dog, maybe he started raising it after coming here.The white dog was pulling his trousers desperately while backing away, as if he was going to take him somewhere.

"Hey, you..." Just as Villar was about to say something, a fragment of memory suddenly appeared in front of his eyes——

Snow Night can communicate with animals!

This pet of hers in front of him must be expressing something to him, and... it is very likely to be related to its owner!

"Hey, where is your master?"

The white dog barked, his voice very eager.After whimpering almost aggrieved, the white dog turned and ran towards the stairs.Villar hurried to follow.

The long-haired dog didn't go downstairs, but went straight through, and finally stopped at the door of the largest door, barking and scratching at the door with its front feet.Villar tried to turn the doorknob.The room is locked.

An ominous premonition spread in his mind like red ink dripping into clear water.

Villar never thought that he would use the lockpicking skill after returning here.And a few years ago, he was kicked out of the house for precisely this reason.

Mr. Lynch's room is spacious and luxurious, and the air conditioner is used to keep the temperature between 22 and 26 degrees throughout the year.Like the showroom, the walls covered with ornate wallpaper provide excellent sound insulation.In the center was a dark red circular carpet, on which was a four-meter-wide bed covered with silk sheets and velvet quilts.

There are people in the bed.

In an empty room, the bright sunlight shines through the white gauze curtains on the light-colored wooden floor.The man at the door whistled in a little surprise.

"Strange, they should be here, where did they go?"

"Maybe I went outside to play," said the nun in the corridor.

"Well, let the maid call them to the living room... What's wrong?" Raphael took Moelle back to the middle of the stairs, and found that the people behind him stopped in their tracks.

"Just now Xue Ye's room, I want to go to see it again, it may take a lot of time..." Mo Aili smiled at him, "Excuse me, can you go back to the living room first?"

Raphael's eyebrows were squeezed into a figure eight, and he asked inexplicably, "Huh? What's so interesting about that room?"

"Hmm. For some reason, I always feel a little nostalgic..."

"Oh...well then, I'll wait for you in the living room."

Mo Aili bowed slightly and walked towards Xue Ye's room.Raphael went downstairs and turned into the corridor leading to the living room.A moment later, a nun in a black dress came out from the left end of the corridor on the second floor, her maroon curly hair surged like waves with quick steps.She passed the stairs leading to the first floor, went straight to the other side of the corridor, and stopped in front of the door of the master room.

The door was ajar, and a fresh bloody smell slipped out from the crack of the door without a sound.The nun opened her eyes wide, opened the door a little more, quickly stepped into the room, and then locked the door behind her back.

In the center of the room, a silk bed sheet dyed bright red was messily crumpled, and a naked man lay prone on it.On the other side of the bed, a ball of quilt was shivering, revealing bare shoulders, long black hair hanging on the shoulders, and a face about seven or eight years old.Near the man's bed, a little boy with short black hair stood with his back to the door, his hands hanging by his sides, and an unsheathed dagger in his right hand. Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and instantly melted into the dark red shadow of the carpet middle.

Like lightning piercing the air, she understood what happened here in just a split second.

"……nun?"

A small hand stretched out from the tightly wrapped quilt, as if searching for something in the air, and the soft fingers were like butterfly wings trembling in the rain.The moment this image came into view, almost instinctively, the nun rushed forward and hugged the little girl tightly, pressing her head on her shoulder.

"My God..." the little girl heard her say.

"He told me... As long as there is a soul, people can be resurrected... I really want to bring Xia Tian back to life, I really want to..."

"Poor child..." the nun patted her on the back, "you don't need to say anything, just have a good cry..."

Xue Ye's wide-open eye sockets were gradually covered with mist.The quilt slipped from the shoulders, Xue Ye hugged the nun's neck, and wrapped her hands behind her back, holding her thick chestnut hair tightly.Moelle felt the pain of her hair being pulled.

"That's right, that's it. Let me share some of your pain..."

In the gentle whisper, Xue Ye burst into tears.

The crying woke another person in the room.

Villar raised his head, and raised his right hand again.The dagger in his hand was a treasure that he saw in the showroom today.

Why go to the showroom?Oh, by the way, Uncle Raphael brought him here.Uncle... Where is Uncle Rafael?No, why is it here?The dog in Xue Ye's room brought him here... But, this is the man's room... Didn't the maid say that the man is not at home today?Why is he at home?He's lying on the bed now, bleeding... he stabbed it, why stab him?Oh, it's Xue Ye... What did he do...with...and her...on the bed?He treats her... Impossible, she is only so young... She is pressed down by him... Hands move involuntarily...

Villar's pupils shrank suddenly, and his thinking was like a frozen lake, converging from the shore to the center of the lake, blocking the turbulent sea of ​​chaos below from shallow to deep.

On August 1981, 8, Villar Lynch killed for the first time.

He killed his own father.