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Chapter 10 There's Really Something Outside

The pitch-black sky was full of thunder and lightning, but the rain was not heavy at all.

Zhan Qian turned around and returned to the villa, her frightened little heart beating rapidly, and she hung up the door lock with trembling hands, as if this would prevent the ghosts from outside from entering.

Anyway, this task has been completed.

Her hand holding the candle couldn't stop trembling at all. She took several deep breaths and her heart was still beating wildly. Zhan Qian strode quickly back to the hall.

The high dome of the villa was plunged into darkness, like an abyss where people would be devoured. She wanted to turn on the light several times, but she held back.

Zhan Qian turned around and walked towards the stairs, deciding to go back to her room to calm down first, but then, she thought of a dead body living next door to her, and the steps she had just raised stopped abruptly.

Why is she so miserable...

Zhan Qian stood at the stairs, silently mourning herself.

At this moment, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind: "Walking outside so late, it is easy to get hurt if you bump into it."

The hoarse voice was a little more eerie in the darkness, like a soul-hunting ghost, accompanied by cold currents across the skin, making people feel as if they were instantly plunged into ice-cold despair.

Zhan Qian suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.

She turned around anxiously, wanting to see who it was, or what ghost it was.

A little light brought by the white candle showed the outline of the figure standing straight in the middle of the aisle, with half of his face in the darkness, staring straight at her eyes without emotion.

Instead of the white figure she saw before, Zhan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and the frightened expression on her face relaxed slightly.

It seemed that the person opposite was wearing all black.

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhan, I seem to have scared you." At this moment, the other party spoke again.

"Housekeeper?" Zhan Qianchi asked.

"It's me." The other party raised his foot and moved a little closer, but maybe because he felt Zhan Qian's nervousness, he didn't get too close all at once.

With the light of the candle, Zhan Qian could see the other person's face clearly, and at the same time saw the shadow cast by the candle on the wall.

At this time, Zhan Qian was really relieved.

Although she is afraid of ghosts, she is not afraid of real people.

The next moment, the mystic lady, who was originally full of panic, changed her face perfectly again, raised an elegant and calm posture, and nodded reservedly towards the housekeeper.

It seemed that the person who was afraid just now was not her at all.

The housekeeper suddenly asked, "Miss Zhan, why are you walking outside so late?"

Zhan Qian originally wanted to talk about looking for the bathroom, but after thinking about something, she changed her mind and said, "Housekeeper, you should know why Mr. Guo asked me to come here. Will do my job.”

"I see, I'm sorry to trouble you." The housekeeper nodded.

"I just tried to recruit spirits in various places in the villa, but I got some bad responses. This matter is more complicated than I thought." Zhan Qian continued to speak, with a persuasive tone full of magic stick , "Butler, maybe the cause of Mr. Guo's death is also related to this matter."

Hearing this, the housekeeper's originally calm expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Miss Zhan, come with me. There are some things that Mr. Zhan planned to show you."

Triggered a clue? !
Zhan Qian was pleasantly surprised, but she still nodded gracefully and reservedly: "Okay."

She wants to see what secrets are in this manor.

……

In the darkness, the butler led her to the second corridor on the left, and came to the front of the study.

The housekeeper pressed the doorknob, and wanted to walk in smoothly, but he didn't open the door for a while, and his leaning forward body almost bumped into it.

He was stunned for a moment, then apologized: "I forgot to lock the door. Mister usually doesn't like to lock the door. It should be that the recent events made him a little tired."

Zhan Qian, who was following behind him, responded, "That's it."

But I muttered in my heart, the door is still locked on my own site, I'm afraid I'm hiding something, such as the one outside...

While she was thinking, the butler had already found the key to the study from his pocket, inserted the retro-style bronze key into the lock, twisted it, and pushed the door open.

The two walked in one after another, and the butler turned on the lights in the study. Zhan Qian casually glanced at the layout of the room, but when she glanced at the window, she suddenly felt something flashed past the window eaves.

She was taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand calmly to touch the cross necklace.

The butler walked directly to the desk, with his back to the window, took out a small bronze key from his pocket, knelt down and opened the bottom drawer.

When Zhan Qian came over, taking advantage of her height, she quietly looked out the window.

The courtyard outside the window was pitch black. She took a quick glance, but in the corner of the courtyard in the distance, there seemed to be something surging in the darkness, and the white figure flickered on and off.

Ma Dan!Why is there really something? !

Zhan Qian quickly withdrew her gaze, the elegant expression on her face was almost unstoppable, she looked at the butler, she just wanted to finish the remaining tasks quickly, and then go back to the room and get covered under the quilt.

The housekeeper took out a stack of letter paper from the drawer and handed it to her, saying, "This is what my husband received recently."

Zhan Qian, who was eager to complete the task, flipped through it quickly and gracefully, but her hands almost trembled when she read it, and she frowned and asked, "Since when did you receive it?"

"One month ago, it would appear every night. And, with these letters, there would be a rose." The steward said with a sigh: "Later, in anger, Mr. pulled out all the roses in the manor, but every time Even here at night there will still be threatening letters and a rose."

Hearing this, Zhan Qian subconsciously looked out the window.

The windows of the rooms on their side are all facing the outside courtyard, but when looking out during the day, the huge courtyard is a lush and neatly manicured grass bed, without any flowers and colors, monotonous and rigid.

It turned out that they were all pulled out before?

"Is it Mr. Guo's enemy, or is someone deliberately playing a prank?" Zhan Qian asked tentatively.

The butler hesitated for a while, then approached her and whispered, "Mister suspects that Mrs. Madam has come back, because Mrs. used to like roses very much. Mr. also said that he saw Mrs.'s soul wandering in the courtyard before."

"I didn't believe it at first, but because of this incident, my husband's spirit was getting worse and worse, so I invited Miss Zhan to come here."

Zhan Qian shuddered calmly.

Maybe your husband is right, because she just saw it too.

There really seems to be something weird in the yard. If you don’t believe me, you can look out now.

However, if the ghost is really the deceased lady, why did he write such a creepy letter to Mr. Guo?

Because at the dinner table, listening to Mr. Guo's tone, the relationship between the two seemed to be very good.

Zhan Qian looked at the letter and frowned. Suddenly, she thought of Mr. Guo's son, the depressed young man who seemed to have autism.

Probably... this might be a grievance between a wealthy family, right?

(End of this chapter)