In the dead of night, the antique wall lamp emits a soft glow, and the heater works hard, blowing gusts of warm air.
Jian Jing curled up in the armchair, her wet hair had been dried by the heat, strands of it hung on her temples. She hadn't dyed her hair for a long time, and a few black strands occasionally appeared between the grey hair, which didn't look glaring, but rather more casual and free-spirited than before.
After the Wang Shi case, something in her changed forever.
What is it? Kang Mucheng occasionally asked himself this question, but he could never figure it out.
In the flowing silence, Jian Jing was the first to come back to her senses and asked another question that concerned her: "Boss Kang, has Leo ever mentioned the curse of their family to you?"
Kang Mucheng immediately withdrew his thoughts and nodded slightly.
She was curious: "What did Leo say?"
Kang Mucheng sighed and said, "An unhappy marriage without love."
Unlike George's scientific theory of mental illness, Leo believes that the root of the tragedy lies in the beginning of their marriage, which was a mistake.
The Thrall family was very loyal to the royal family, and every generation of kings was keen to arrange marriages for them. But I didn't know if it was because of bad luck or something else, but their marriages were always unsatisfactory.
Some of them were masters with hot tempers, some were daughters of dukes who had other loves, some were illegitimate daughters of kings, and some were even famous mistresses of kings.
However, most of the so-called wives died of complications during childbirth, and only a small number died of unnatural causes.
The strangulation was a political game. The mistress who was poisoned to death was the result of the king's resentment towards his father for doting on his mistress, which led to the queen's mother's death from depression. After he ascended the throne, he secretly ordered Count Sal to execute his wife. The fire was caused by an accidental malfunction in the newly introduced circuit.
The residents of the small town of Bana did not know the reason and often spread rumors. Over time, people stretched the rumors to make up a bizarre death even for a normal death, and it became a "curse."
Leo read the memoirs of his ancestors and came to the conclusion that a marriage without love can easily fall into destruction with just the slightest external force.
So he swore that he would find a woman he loved deeply and marry her.
"If he didn't love Melanie, he wouldn't have married her," Kang Mucheng concluded.
Jian Jing nodded, feeling that this statement was more realistic, but Leo's actions still could not be explained.
There must be some secrets hidden in the Winter Castle.
"Mr. Kang, what do you think that singing is?" she asked.
Kang Mucheng thought about it and said, "It must be the sound of the wind. The castle has been in disrepair for a long time and there are many cracks. That's why the sound is high and low like a song."
She: "… the explanation in Modern Science is fine too."
He asked, "You don't think so?"
"I watched a historical drama abroad, and when the master got up and rang the bell, the servants could hear it," she said. "There would be bell ropes between the rooms, which means there is a mezzanine... right?"
Kang Mucheng was surprised: "You suspect..."
Jian Jing held her chin with her hand and said slowly: "Perhaps there are strangers in the castle that I have never seen."
The sound of the wind was not so coincidental, it always appeared at the critical moment. It should be someone's voice, transmitted to every corner of the castle through the mezzanine or vents.
The question is, what is the relationship between this person and Leo.
If it's like Jane Eyre, with a crazy ex-wife hiding in the attic... well, that would be really fun.
"This person is very important," she said. "Only by finding her can I figure out Leo's problem."
"Jingjing, we are guests at Leo's house." Kang Mucheng had to remind her, "Everyone has secrets that they don't want outsiders to know."
Jian Jing paused, then quickly compromised: "Okay, I promise you, I won't use any drastic methods."
He asked, "What if Leo doesn't want us to know?"
"You try to persuade him," she suggested. "We still don't know the murderer's purpose. If he just wanted to ruin the wedding, and failed to kill Melanie this time, it may not be her next time."
Kang Mucheng just felt it was incredible: "Why ruin the wedding? They are already married."
Jian Jing: "Money, hatred, love."
He fell silent.
After a long pause, he nodded: "I'll go talk to Leo. He's not someone who can easily confide in others."
"Okay." Jian Jing stood up and looked at her watch. It was past midnight, so she gave up the idea of looking for Si Yingjie. "I'll ask Brother Yingjie tomorrow. Good night."
"Wait." Kang Mucheng stopped her.
She: “Hmm?”
He squatted down, put down her half-rolled trouser legs, and straightened them out: "Okay, good night."
Jian Jing: “…Oh.”
Si Yingjie was sleeping in the middle of the night and felt someone was watching him.
It was totally impossible, but his body sent out a warning, waking him up instantly from his dream.
His heart was pounding and all he could see was darkness. A faint glow of snow shone through the gap in the curtains. Indistinctly, he saw a shadow flash by.
"Fuck!" Si Yingjie sat up suddenly, "Who?"
He turned on the light, and the bright light immediately filled the room, stinging his eyes so much that they hurt slightly, and he barely opened his eyes a crack.
There is no one here.
"Brother Yingjie?" Someone knocked on the door next door.
Si Yingjie was alarmed for nothing and said unhappily, "It's nothing. I just had a nightmare."
"You open it," she said.
Si Yingjie scratched his head, put on his pajamas, and opened the side latch.
Jian Jing immediately came in and looked around vigilantly: "What happened?"
"It's okay, I just had a nightmare." Si Yingjie waved his hand, pretending to be calm, "You should go back. If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, be careful that your skin will get worse."
Jian Jing: "Lie."
Si Yingjie: “…”
"What the hell?" she guessed wildly.
Si Yingjie's heart skipped a beat and he collapsed into a chair. "When I was sleeping, I felt like someone was watching me, but when I turned on the light, there was nothing."
Jian Jing said softly, "Eh."
"It should be a flower." He consoled himself. "The curtain was blown by the wind, so there was a shadow on the wall. I must have seen it wrong."
Jian Jing looked at him and kindly didn't expose him: "It seems so. The window is not closed tightly." She deliberately went to the window and pretended to pull the shutter. "That's it."
"Okay, you can go back. If Mu Cheng finds out that you came to my room in the middle of the night, he will blame us." Si Yingjie opened the door and asked her to go out.
However... "What are you mumbling about?" Kang Mucheng asked doubtfully while standing in the quiet room.
Si Yingjie instinctively clarified: "It's not what you think!"
After saying this, he realized something was wrong and his expression became strange.
As a friend for many years, Kang Mucheng saw through his slander and pressed his forehead: "It's not what you think."
Only Jian Jing didn't understand at all and laughed: "Brother Yingjie had a nightmare, Mr. Kang, you should sleep with him, good night."
She yawned and locked the man in the next room.
Bolt it on.
"I know you're here," she said. "Come out and let's talk."
No one paid any attention.
"Well, this can't be considered an intense method."
Jian Jing turned on the X-ray machine.
She can only use this black technology during missions.
The complicated and intricate architectural lines appeared, presenting different visual effects. However, she was wrong this time. There was no obvious mezzanine in her room.
She thought for a moment, tore off a page of her notebook, scribbled a word and threw it on the bed, then picked up her cell phone and went outside.
The wall lamps outside had gone out, and thick darkness spread to every corner.
Jian Jing went straight to the right, passed the staircase, and reached the end of the corridor. This was right above the library on the second floor, which she had visited yesterday. It was a beautiful mirror room.
It is said that this was the dressing room of a certain Countess. It was equipped with a large mirror and she would change at least several sets of clothes every day to always show her most beautiful side.
In order to prevent the mirror from disrupting her vision, Jian Jing did not turn on the lights and went in in the dark.
Under the perspective instrument, she saw many strange grooves embedded on the top of the wall and many irregular protrusions above the mirror, but these parts were all blocked by the wall and could not be seen from the outside.
organ.
She moved the mirror and found that when different mirror surfaces slid across the track, the magnets (? ) hidden behind them would attract different brass decorations, like a specially made large key.
Moreover, it is not just one mirror, the other surfaces have the same design.
In other words, specific movement rules and specific mirror arrangement methods are required to open the channel.
How do you spell the Saar family in English
Or, use winter
No, no, letters or numbers are difficult to transform into the mechanical structure of a mirror.
Jian Jing simply turned on the light and searched for clues in the mirror house.
After many years, the gorgeous clothes in the mirror room have disappeared, only the portrait of the countess is still hanging on the wall.
She faces the audience with her left side, and her hands are placed on the dressing table, where the mirror reflects her face. She is wearing a white court dress, decorated with lace, pearls, gems and feathers.
Jian Jing stood still, carefully observing every detail of the portrait.
Soon, the intermediate observation card gave her a surprise.
On the clothes reflected in the dressing table mirror, there are a few more gems than in reality: long, short, medium, long, medium. And the direction of the gems is parallel to the middle wall.
She adjusted the length of the mirrors and moved them in order.
A gust of cold wind blew in.
At the bottom of the wardrobe, a wooden board had somehow moved, and a hole appeared in the wardrobe.
She turned on the flashlight and ducked inside.
The figure disappeared along the steps of the stairs.
The mechanism closed and the mirror slid back into place silently.
The next day, Jian Jing did not show up.
Large flakes of cotton-like snow fell from the sky, and the road leading to the town was completely blocked, even snowmobiles had difficulty crossing. There were also some problems with the power supply equipment, and the heating could not be turned on.
The ancient fireplace was put to use again.
The firewood was stuffed into the stove and ignited. The bright red flames rose up, which not only increased the temperature but also dispelled some of the haze in my heart.
For some reason, the guests seemed to be avoiding each other, no longer gathering together to chat, and preferring to stay in their rooms alone.
Kang Mucheng found Leo, who was accompanying Melanie in the bedroom, and said, "Can we talk?"
Leo looked at Melanie inquiringly. She nodded: "I'm fine, you go."
He then came out of the room, and without waiting for Kang Mucheng to ask, he said, "I hope you didn't come here to ask me something just because of Jane's request."
However, Kang Mucheng did not mention a word about his privacy, but told the truth: "Last night, my friend said that someone was watching him."
Leo was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Did you scare him? Does Mary need to give him a sedative?"
"He's fine. You're just being too blinded by it." Kang Mucheng said, "Leo, you know my character. I'm not interested in other people's privacy. Look, Jingjing—that's Jane. She asked me, what if the other party's goal is not only Melanie, but also you? What should I do?"
He asked, "Can you promise me that the secret you keep will not harm your life?"