The Plow

The Yuan family hadn't been allowed to go out of the small building yet. After Alan died, they all lost their spirits and looked even thinner and haggard than the previous few days. As soon as Ling Shu and Yue Ding Tang walked in, they felt oppressive on their faces.

He couldn't even wait for the patrol, and when they took over, he found an excuse to go out and drink.

"I think the front building is not very clean. The death of the master and wife may also be related to this."

The butler was called in front of him, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said something astonishing.

Yue Dingtang frowned: "That's not what you told us last time."

The housekeeper smiled wryly: "Last time, I didn't know there would be such a vicious scene, but now even Alan is, hey, I can't believe it!"

Yue Dingtang: "What kind of dirty method?"

The housekeeper sighed: "When the old man moved into this house, he was persuaded..."

In the earlier years, regimes changed frequently, and the world was in chaos, and there were many famous warlords. Friends today may be enemies tomorrow, and small warlords who are not famous can be found everywhere.

Yuan Bingdao was originally a subordinate of Liu Cunhou, the governor of Sichuan. Liu's loss of power was just beginning to appear. He immediately pulled a group of people and ran away in an attempt to stand on the top of the mountain by himself. However, Yuan Bingdao still wanted to rely on the national government to make a comeback, but the national government looked down on him for his bad reputation, and he had no soldiers or power.

In desperation, Yuan Bingdao had no choice but to bring his family and children to Shanghai to work as an apartment, so this house was originally used for his retirement, so he naturally carefully selected it and attached great importance to it.

At that time, there were three houses for him to choose from, but he only took a fancy to this place, because the cunning and cunning Yuan Bingdao believed that in today's world, the great powers surround him, the country is weak and the people are weak. Sooner or later, they will be targeted, either by Britain, the United States or Japan and Russia. After all, houses in concessions are safer.

The previous owner of this house was an Englishman who had married three wives, and it is said that all of them died strangely. At that time, there were rumors that the British killed their wives, but no one reported the case and there was no evidence, so the matter was left alone.

Later, the British also died, and he could not be rescued when he was found. It is rumored that he described horror before his death, as if he saw something extremely frightening, and then the theory of haunting spread like wildfire.

After Yuan Bingdao bought the house, it was the Yuan mansion. It was safe and sound for ten years, and everyone gradually forgot the rumors. He pulled it out, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

The two of Ling Yue looked at each other.

What happened ten years ago, not to mention them, even the servants of the Yuan family, those with younger qualifications, probably don't know about it.

"Your old lady is so rich, you can't buy any house, no matter how big or nice, why do you want a haunted house?" Ling Shu asked.

The old housekeeper smiled wryly: "At that time, I was in a hurry to move in. It just so happened that this house was big enough. The old man had several wives and concubines. If it wasn't this kind of house, they wouldn't be able to accommodate them all."

Ling Shu raised his head and looked around.

"Although the location of the Yuan Mansion is good, the lighting is a bit poor, and the house facing the street is a bit noisy. For a master like Yuan Bingdao who is not short of money, this is definitely not the first choice for retirement. Moreover, as far as I know, the Yuan family moved the whole family. When you came here, your grandpa only brought one wife, one concubine, and a child with Yuan Bing, and after coming to Shanghai for more than ten years, he hasn’t taken in any new people, so it seems that he doesn’t need such a big house.”

The old housekeeper: "The old man's considerations are beyond my control. I have also persuaded him. The old man insists on buying this place, and we can only obey."

Yue Dingtang: "Then you lived here more than ten years ago, and there were no ghosts?"

The old housekeeper hesitated for a moment: "Indeed, there were a few times. At that time, the Yuan family had a large population, and everyone didn't take it seriously. Later, the old lady and the old lady passed away one after another, and the house gradually became empty, and there were more and more strange things."

Ling Shu: "Then why didn't Yuan Bing and the others think about moving away?"

The old housekeeper sighed: "My master spends a lot of time drinking and drinking, and he is away from home for half a day. How can he control so much, and after that, he has nowhere to go except this house!"

When asked about Alan, neither the housekeeper nor the rest of the Yuan family knew anything.

As Ling Shu and the others expected, the existence of Alan was almost transparent in the Yuan family. Although she was an extremely important person around Du Yuning, her muteness and illiteracy caused serious obstacles to her communication with other people. Except for some sign language, the other servants couldn't communicate with her at all.

No one likes her, no one hates her, and no one cares about her. If it weren't for the connection with the murder case this time, her every breath, life and death, are destined to not cause too much trouble.

It is not surprising that such little people can be found everywhere in this city in this era.

Ling Shu: "Did Alan leave anything, or a relic?"

The old housekeeper said: "After her accident, the chief of the patrol room came over and took away all the things she usually used. You can ask her."

Yue Dingtang was noncommittal: "Let's go to the front building first."

The old butler hesitated and refused to join.

Yue Dingtang knew the reason.

Now rumors are flying everywhere outside, especially the rumors that the Yuan mansion is haunted. It is getting more and more serious day by day. Even the policeman in charge of guards swears that he has seen Du Yuning standing by the window and staring out.

In this situation, other people are naturally panicking, and all the grass and trees are soldiers.

Ling and Yue didn't force him either, Yue Dingtang had the key in his hand, so he could directly open the door of the front building.

A dusty breath rushed towards the face, wrapped in the coldness of ice and snow, rolled into a ball, cold and dry, without any pleasant and exciting elements.

It's only been a long time since the owner of this small building left, the popularity has completely disappeared, and even a little ghostly, no wonder the old housekeeper is stuck outside and refuses to come in.

Yue Dingtang went downstairs to the servant's room first, while Ling Shu went upstairs to Du Yuning's room.

What should be seen, I have seen it last time, in fact, there are not many new things to discover.

But Ling Shu was afraid that he might miss something, so he still re-examined every detail in every corner.

There were footsteps outside the door, very light and not fast.

"What did you find?" Ling Shu didn't turn his head.

He thought it was Yue Dingtang.

But no one spoke from behind.

Ling Shu was flipping through the drawers beside the bed, he didn't pay attention for a while, until he was blown gently on the back of his neck.

The warm and cool breath made the hairs on the back of the neck stand on end.

Ling Shu grabbed it with his backhand, and it was empty!

He turned around sharply!

The overhead light suddenly went out.