There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 641

Chapter 641: Chapter 555 This story tells us not to keep a diary when we are idle Chapter 641: Chapter 555 This story tells us not to keep a diary when we are idle Noon.

The sky was still overcast, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, but there was no sign of impending rain.

The village chief had refilled the dug-up pit and gave a brief explanation to the Zhang Family’s servants about the incident in Old Li’s yard, instructing them to best avoid getting close to the Osmanthus Tree in their own yard.

Shivering, a villager asked, “Village chief, what exactly happened just now, why did Dazhuang suddenly…”

The village chief paused before speaking, “You all know that these days are the half of July, telling you not to get close to the Osmanthus Tree is for your own good, to prevent…

possession by evil spirits!”

Upon hearing this, the villagers’ pupils shrank, and a look of fear appeared on their faces as if they had thought of something.

“Alright, it’s actually not that terrifying, as long as you don’t get close to the Osmanthus Tree nothing will happen, you understand?” the village chief consoled.

“Understood, understood!” the villagers nodded hastily.

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At this point, the village chief added, “Also, I asked someone to deal with something at the cemetery behind the mountain, and they haven’t come back yet, I have no idea what’s going on.

Go take a look for me, but remember not to enter the cemetery; just have a look from the outside and then come back to inform me.

Go now.”

His tone was calm and steady, and his face remained kind, but for some reason, it carried a hint of pressure.

The villager replied obediently, “Okay…

okay.”

After responding, he turned and headed towards the back mountain.

But after two steps, he suddenly turned back to glance at the village chief, then lowered his head and continued to hurry along, even stumbling a bit as he ran.

Watching the villager rush off in haste, the village chief then said to Xu Shuo, “Let’s go, I’ll show you something.”

Xu Shuo followed behind him as they walked toward a village house at the foot of East Mountain.

Meanwhile, the female scholar had agreed to come back to look for the village chief later and then followed Miss Wang toward the Wang Family’s direction.

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The house of the Zhang Family’s village chief was located at the foot of the mountain, near the ancestral hall, and consisted of a spacious two-courtyard dwelling.

The large house was usually inhabited only by the village chief himself, although the servants who took care of the village chief also lived there, they could only be considered outsiders, while the next-door neighbors were the direct descendants of the Zhang Family.

Upon entering, Xu Shuo stopped in the yard to look at the Osmanthus Tree.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the Osmanthus Trees in the village had a similar growth and appeared to be several decades old.

When the village chief returned, he went straight into the main house, seemingly searching for something inside, making banging and clattering noises.

Before long, he came out holding a rosewood box.

Seeing Xu Shuo staring at the Osmanthus Tree in a daze, he said casually, “Those two young ladies seem to have made a pact to spend the night together, why don’t you also move over here and stay with me?

That way, we can look out for each other.”

Xu Shuo smiled and, without turning around, said, “I don’t mind, but it’s whether you mind or not that matters.”

The village chief was puzzled, “Why would I mind anyth…”

He stopped talking abruptly.

That was because the village chief remembered that this person had been making Osmanthus Cake for the bride that morning and also remembered that the bride had taken this person back to the house halfway up the mountain the night before.

Suddenly, the village chief felt melancholic.

To think he hoped to gain Wang Tiezhu’s support, yet there was a script BOSS interfering.

Xu Shuo turned to look at him, setting his gaze on the box in the village chief’s hands, “What is this?”

The village chief spoke lethargically, “My Handwritten Notes.”

Xu Shuo raised an eyebrow, “A diary?”

As the oldest person in Osmanthus Village, the village chief certainly had experienced the events from sixty years ago, but as time passes, it’s hard to maintain memory for so many years.

However, writing a diary can prevent that from happening.

Xu Shuo opened the box and saw a stack of yellowed papers lying inside, which looked fragile, and many small pieces were falling to the side.

“You look through it, I’m going to check the ancestral hall.”

After handing over the box to Xu Shuo, the village chief walked out of the courtyard, slowly, with the support of his cane.

Xu Shuo paid him no attention, carefully took out a piece of paper, and felt a puff of dust.

It seemed that with just a little more force, the paper would crumble completely.

“Crackle, crackle…”

Indeed, that was exactly what happened.

The crumbs that fell out of the box must have been what the village chief had crushed earlier.

Xu Shuo simply gave up attempting to physically interact with the contents and tried to control his spiritual power, and as his thoughts moved, the violin strings in the Spirit Sea gently trembled.

Afterward, several pieces of paper flew out of the box, neatly arranging themselves in mid-air.

Some of the writing on the papers was very blurred, but with the context, one could barely make out the full meaning.

The Handwritten Notes were written in the tone of a child.

Everything from what delicious food was eaten that day to being punished by Grandpa for not reciting the family rules properly, and going swimming in the ditch and catching a few small fish with friends was carefully recorded.

Further Handwritten Notes began to detail the child’s aspirations and dreams.

It all started when a few scholars who had lost their way came to the village, speaking and acting with great restraint, a scholar’s aura emanating from them.

The sudden intrusion of these outsiders livened up the entire Osmanthus Village.

…

Xu Shuo read ten lines at a glance, speeding through the ordinary daily life with the boost from his spiritual power.

Not until he found useful information.

[Mr.

Wang’s son died of illness yesterday, and as his parents wished for him to have a good departure, they made a lot of delicious dishes to invite the villagers to eat.]

A young child has little understanding of funeral matters, likely the clearest memory was—getting to eat a nice meal!

The diary mentioned that the Wang Family had a seven-day mourning period.

During those seven days, because several of the Wang children had to stay up at night to watch over the deceased young master, they were too tired to play during the day and the diarist couldn’t find playmates to chase chickens or dogs with.

At this point, another person emerged.

[While everyone else was eating, Tiezhu was actually catching fish by the river alone, he’s so good at fishing!]

Tiezhu was an orphan, and if the orphans in Osmanthus Village weren’t adopted, they lived in the village hall, supported by the entire village occasionally giving them food.

The diarist found a new friend and seemed to have opened the doors to a new world, starting to follow Tiezhu fishing in the river, hunting rabbits in the mountains, and catching bamboo rats in the forest, wild with joy!

But after half a month, the atmosphere in Osmanthus Village suddenly changed.

[Haven’t seen those scholars for several days, don’t know if they found their way or not, when they were still here, Grandpa nagged me to study every day, so annoying.]

[I feel like the uncles and aunts have been acting a bit strange lately, yesterday I just wanted to go into the house to grab something to eat, but they were whispering and hid when they saw me, which resulted in Grandpa punishing me, it’s too much, I won’t give them meat to eat when they get old!]

[I went to look for Tiezhu to play yesterday and found out he was hiding a sister in the hall, no wonder he hasn’t been taking me to catch bamboo rats these days.]

[It’s strange, didn’t this sister leave with those scholars?]

The diary ends abruptly here.

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It’s a dark night.

In the hall of Osmanthus Village.

The side room was in darkness, and the girl hiding here crawled out from under the bed, groped her way in the pitch-black, and carefully brought the basket by the window inside.

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When she opened the silk cloth covering it, she smelled the fragrance of osmanthus.

The girl touched an Osmanthus Cake inside the basket, but just as she was about to satisfy her hunger, a noise suddenly came from outside.

Before she could react, the door to the room was forcefully pushed open.

Moonlight streamed in through the open door, and a man stood at the entrance, his towering, burly figure like an insurmountable fortress, his face in shadow making it impossible to see clearly, only his cold, gloomy eyes piercing through.

The girl turned white with fear, screaming as she ran toward the window, but she was grabbed by the hair by that person, who caught her firmly.

She couldn’t break free.

She begged for mercy hoarsely, but still, she was dragged out of the room, where more people with cold expressions stood.

In a daze, she heard someone snicker.

“That kid’s writings are somewhat useful after all.”

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