The Plough

Chapter 22

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In winter, it gets dark early, and nothing can be seen outside. As soon as the lights are turned off, it is immediately dark.

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

Ling Shu didn't even think about it, he got up quickly and rushed forward.

Pounced!

There is none in the room.

Neither does the hallway.

In a huge building, only the sound of his messy footsteps echoed in the wood-panelled corridor.

"Yue Dingtang!"

He shouted.

"I am here."

The voice from downstairs came steadily.

"power cut?"

"should be."

"You didn't come up just now?"

Yue Dingtang found out a kerosene lamp and lit it from nowhere, holding the lamp upstairs.

The faint flickering light became the only light source in the whole building.

But it also seemed to be getting darker and darker all around.

As if walking with a lamp in hell, the light cannot scare away the darkness, but it will attract the darkness.

"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 door of each room and look inside with the lamp.

"It seemed like someone was behind me just now, but it was gone when I turned around."

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

"Perhaps." Ling Shu wasn't sure either. He even suspected that the wound on his head wasn't healed yet, because after getting up suddenly, his head was now dizzy. "But the old butler may have lied."

Yue Dingtang: "You found it too?"

Ling Shu snorted: "You asked him just now if the Yuan family has been haunted since they moved in. He looked uneasy, first scratching his fingers, then scratching his ears and cheeks. Among the suspects I have interrogated, this is exactly what many people lied to. Performance."

Yue Dingtang: "If he is lying, then the haunting of the Yuan family is likely to be artificially created."

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

Yue Dingtang: "Yuan Bing and Du Yuning have no children, the old housekeeper has enough motives, and he lied about the haunted thing, there must be something to hide from us, this matter may be the solution to the mystery. The essential."

Ling Shu yawned: "Then can we go back home? Now that the power is out, we can't find anything if we check again. It's time for me to go home and rest."

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

Ling Shu's hand froze over his mouth.

Dare the surnamed Yue hasn't forgotten about this

Ling Shu walked downstairs first, then stood still at the entrance of the stairs, because the lamp was still in Yue Dingtang's hands.

"I feel like I can go directly to the reception in this dress..."

As he spoke, he naturally looked up.

Yue Ding Tang was about to go downstairs.

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

The shadow is drawn so long that it can be seen that it is a humanoid.

But that is definitely not the shadow of Yue Dingtang.

because-

That black shadow was holding an axe in his hand, raised it high, and aimed it 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 encompass all meanings.

If he shouted to be careful, Yue Dingtang didn't know what to be careful about.

If he shouted behind him, Yue Dingtang might turn around, so he wouldn't have time to dodge.

For half a second, only Yue Dingtang's reaction ability and his trust in Ling Shu could be seen.

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

Yue Ding Tang moved.

He immediately grabbed the stair railing and jumped forward, his lower back slammed heavily on the stair railing, his footsteps were empty, and he fell down several steps, until he was able to stand firm at the entrance of 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, and he was not affected at all, and stood aside intact.

Yue Dingtang: …

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

The shimmering light outside reflected the swaying dead branches, their teeth and claws, and the shape of a human being.

Nothing.

He suspected that Ling Shu's dazzling eyes were wrong, or that he was deliberately playing tricks on himself.

Looking at Ling Shu again, the expression is more innocent and innocent, just like the person who spoke up just now was not him at all.

"Two gentlemen..."

The old butler stood outside the door, craned his neck to look inside with the lamp in hand, but refused to take any further steps.

"Did you look good? Need a light?"

In the cold wind, the hunched back was trembling, as if it would be crushed by this winter night at any time.

"Just now, have you entered the house?" Yue Dingtang went out.

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

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

The old housekeeper hesitated to say anything, but his face showed embarrassment: "My wife didn't like seeing us very much during her life. Once, after arguing with the master, she also said that the Yuan family had delayed her half of her life, even if she became a ghost in the future, she would still be 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 didn't say that at all. Also, when you were making up the story of the Yuan family being haunted, you were obviously lying."

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

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

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

The latter was terrified, but before he could react, he heard Ling Shu say: "She was standing in the room wearing a nightdress just now, and she was as beautiful as before her death, but her face was gloomy and blood was still flowing from the corners of her mouth. "

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

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

The housekeeper could barely hold the lamp in his hand, but instead of turning his head, he took a few steps forward.

"Don't scare me, I have a debt, I am not the murderer of my wife, how can she come back to me!"

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

He deliberately lowered his voice, pinched it a bit feminine and slender, and slowly leisurely.

The old housekeeper's knee couldn't hold it 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, ask them. The servants of the Yuan family and the officers of the patrol room all said they saw it. Where am I alone? It can be made up!"

Ling Shu squatted down, waiting to make persistent efforts. The man from the patrol room slipped back, carrying two boxes of supper, and was about to bring it over to Yue Dingtang, to curry favor with the celebrity in front of this high-ranking police officer.

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

The other party approached with a smile on his face, but he interrupted Ling Shu's good deeds without realizing it.

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

His mouth was closed like a clam shell, and he would never open his mouth to say a word again.

"You came at the right time, take him back to the patrol room, and ask 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 stunned for a moment, hurriedly responded, and called his colleagues to take everyone away.

The Yuan family's population was not large, and two patrols were enough to deal with it, but the Yuan family's servants had already been disturbed by the murder case, and suddenly they heard that they were going to be taken back for interrogation. Five or six people were in a mess.

"This person is old and can be questioned, but not too much, lest something go wrong and the loss outweighs the gain." Yue Dingtang explained.

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

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

Ling Shu glanced slightly.

"Why is one missing?"