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"That was before my mother died."

Fatty recalled.

"It's here. At that time, we had moved here, and I remember the tulip field outside. My mother loved these flowers. In the last days, every day, someone had to help her to the rocking chair outside. But during that time, the weather was always bad, gloomy, like it was going to rain."

Ji Hanchuan thought: Is the language ability of a five or six-year-old child so good?

But Mr. Moulton is over 50 years old.Judging by the appearance, it is such an age.But he's a well-maintained gentleman, maybe even bigger.

The age difference between the father and son made Ji Hanchuan aware of a subtlety.But he didn't show anything, he still sat on the chair in front of the desk and listened carefully to Owen's speech.

Owen seemed satisfied with the attitude of "Teacher Han".

He continued: "Father was very worried. Mother was already very weak. Wouldn't it be worse if it rained? But he couldn't persuade mother. During that time, he turned down all the entertainment and stayed in the manor , I want to accompany my mother through the last journey."

"A lot of people came here, claiming to be able to heal my mother. Teacher Han, didn't you say that you knew some medical skills? In fact, at that time, there were also people with black hair, black eyes, and oriental faces like you. My father was very tolerant at first and was willing to let them stay and try. But soon, my mother said that she couldn't stand this situation—taking a lot of medicine a day and having to do bloodletting, which made her weaker and weaker. My father said that he hoped she would persist, even for him and me. But The mother was very insistent, and she believed that these drugs and treatments would only make her condition worse and worse."

Ji Hanchuan thought: How do you know so clearly?It's like lying under your parents' bed and listening to them talk.

This scene made the corners of Ji Hanchuan's eyes twitch.But Owen was so caught up in his own memories that he failed to notice the difference in the governess' expression.

The little fat man continued: "The day finally came. Mother lay on the rocking chair, among her favorite tulip bushes, closed her eyes forever, and left us. I accepted it faster than my father. Mother and I have said a lot about what is 'parting' and what is 'death'. She has a beautiful soul, God will love her, and she will definitely go to heaven."

There was a long silence.

Ji Hanchuan didn't say a word.

Owen: "But."

Finally ushered in the turning point.

The little fat man gasped, showing a frightened expression.

His eyes flickered, and he murmured repeatedly: "But..."

"That night, it rained heavily. My mother stayed in the sarcophagus, and the priest was still on his way."

Ji Hanchuan frowned slightly.

priest?

It turns out that the Moulton family also had faith in the past?

Owen: "I was younger than now, so I can't remember very clearly. But when the first lightning flashed across the sky, there was a knock on the door..."

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

Owen's pupils shrank suddenly, his face pale.

He was like a frightened rabbit, trembling all over, clearly showing his fear.

Ji Hanchuan looked at him, then at the door.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

The knocking sounded again.Not in Owen's story, but in reality.The voice seemed gentle and steady. Ji Hanchuan listened and smiled, "It should be Mr. Cook, I'll go and have a look."

Owen looked at him with a complicated expression.

But Ji Hanchuan turned around and walked to the door as expected.

He saw the same silver candlestick at the door as in his own house, with reflections on it.Ji Hanchuan tapped lightly, and saw the elongated shadow behind Owen.He quickly restrained his expression, and asked while opening the door: "It's Cook—oh, it's really Mr. Cook."

The butler stood outside.

He held a glass of milk and a plate of biscuits in his hand.Looking at the biscuit, Ji Hanchuan showed a toothache expression.

This thing was also on the dining table yesterday, and he had a taste of it.In a word, it is so sweet that it is piled up with sugar.

But in this day and age, sugar is very expensive.It's more of a status symbol than how it tastes.

Mr. Cook smiled and said, "I'll deliver afternoon tea to the young master."

The hallway was dimly lit. At first glance, the housekeeper looked like a wax figure with no blood on his cheeks.

There is no other existence behind him.The maids who usually walk around and clean up have all disappeared.

Ji Hanchuan moved a little to the side, and asked Mr. Butler to come in.

Owen was chattering just now, but now he shut his mouth.He looked at the butler and told him, "You leave the plates and cups and you can go."

The butler smiled, "Of course, young master."

After this brief interlude, Owen was much silent.He bit the biscuit and invited Ji Hanchuan to eat it together.When Ji Hanchuan declined, Owen sighed, lay down on the table, and looked at Ji Hanchuan in a very un-"little master" manner.

Ji Hanchuan said, "It's just a biscuit, Owen, don't do this."

"No," the little fat man said seriously, "I think you didn't listen to what I said before."

He took a deep breath and asked, "Don't you think it's too coincidental?"

Ji Hanchuan raised his eyebrows.

Little Fatty: "We just talked about knocking on the door." He lowered his voice a bit, covered his mouth, and looked suspicious, as if he wanted to jump off the stool and run to the door to have a look, but he had lingering fears and didn't dare to really do it. So he had no choice but to wink at Ji Hanchuan desperately, "Hey... look at the door, is he still there?"

Ji Hanchuan looked at him for a moment, smiled, and said, "Owen, you are too sensitive."

The little fat man glared at him.

Ji Hanchuan thought to himself: If I was really "killed at the door", who would I turn to for justice?

He "encouraged" the little fat man and said, "Sometimes, you can only overcome your fears by facing yourself—I probably know what you have encountered before, but Owen, Mr. Cook is a good man and he cares about you. Mr. Moulton also trusts him so much that he will let him stay and take care of you when he is not around. So, if you really want to know, you should come down and have a look yourself. How can there be people outside? Mr. Cook has his own work to do.”

The little fat man began to gasp for breath.

There was an incomprehensible depression on his face, and at the same time, he seemed aggrieved.

Ji Hanchuan gave a soft "tsk" sound, thinking: Even if it doesn't matter the thing that goes to my house to report on time at midnight every day, it's really not you, but yesterday at noon, when Anna was cleaning up the dishes, you and the housekeeper were very different. Staring at her and me together.Um?Is it going to take the fine line?

The little fat man muttered: "Oh, you really don't believe it."

Ji Hanchuan said: "Owen, go and have a look, to dispel your doubts. It will be good for you."

He even suggested that after that, Owen might as well learn more about the daily work of the butler.Under the same roof, he is the little master of this ancient castle, so he should have understood this.

The little fat man seemed to be dazed by him, showing a confused look, but he really hesitated for a while, and stepped on the ground.There was a blanket in the room, and when I walked on it, there was no sound.He walked to the door silently, and Ji Hanchuan followed beside him, making sure that he would not come into contact with Owen's shadow.

Owen probably didn't notice these small movements of the tutor, nor did he notice that when he was standing by the door, "Teacher Han" happened to stay behind the small sofa.If there is really a problem, Ji Hanchuan can run away in time if there is a sofa to stop him.

He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage.

Ji Hanchuan kept looking at him encouragingly.

Owen reached out and pulled the doorknob.

Ji Hanchuan observed, seeing Owen's hesitation and worry at the moment, all emotions were very obvious.Even—obviously overdone.He noticed that his attention was attracted by it, and immediately moved his eyes away, and moved a little to the side, avoiding the shadow that began to change behind Owen.

It's really a pitfall step by step.

In the small space, there was only Owen's breathing.The door was finally opened, and a white shadow passed by outside.Owen hasn't seen it yet, but from Ji Hanchuan's perspective, he can see it clearly.

Ji Hanchuan's eyelids twitched, suspecting that he was capsized in the gutter.But when Owen suddenly opened the door and took half a step back, he was also "scared", Ji Hanchuan finally saw that there was indeed someone outside, but it wasn't the butler with a weird face, but a man wiping the door with a rag maid.

It was Vera with the red hair.

She was also frightened by the young master, and let out a short cry.The cry made Vera feel more alive than ever before.She put her hands on her chest, obviously frightened, and her face was flushed.The master and the servant looked at each other, and Vera knelt down suddenly, trembling and begging for mercy, saying that she didn't intend to disturb the young master's study.

Owen watched her silently.

Vera trembled more, her shoulders slumped.Ji Hanchuan had a bad premonition in his heart, and realized: Does Vera at this moment resemble Anna from yesterday?

He called out, "Owen!"

The little fat man blinked and looked back at him.

Ji Hanchuan said, "Look, Mr. Cook is not outside."

Owen looked straight at Ji Hanchuan and repeated: "Mr. Cook is not outside."

Ji Hanchuan quieted down.

Owen's state...