There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Chapter 557: Quite Graceful_2 Chapter 645: Chapter 557: Quite Graceful_2 And the few people who remained, upon hearing the instructions from the village chief, didn’t immediately realize anything was amiss.

The grotesque corpse on the ground continued to assault their vision.

After exchanging glances, they endured the nausea and fear and began to clean up the bloodstains on the ground with their tools.

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Inside the house.

The village chief was helped onto the bed.

His hunched figure was covered with dirt and dust, and his weather-beaten, wrinkled face bore sunken, cloudy and powerless eyes, making his disheveled appearance look especially pitiable at that moment.

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The village chief let out a sigh and waved his hand gesturing, “You go out, my body really can’t take it.

I need to lie down…

Ah…”

The person from the Zhang Family, feeling somewhat uneasy, nodded and left, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

The sound of footsteps outside grew fainter and fainter.

After a while.

The village chief, who had just appeared half-dead, suddenly sat up, silently walked over and bolted the door.

Then he pushed open the window of his room, first taking a cautious look around, then deftly climbed out through it.

There were still noises from the front yard now and then.

It must be those people who stayed, cleaning the corpse.

The village chief quickly left through a side door in the back yard and stood in the narrow alley.

After a moment of thought, he headed towards the west in the direction of the Wang Family.

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The village houses to the west were the gathering place of the Wang Family.

The Wang Family was a Major Landlord, and therefore their houses were constructed more lavishly than the average villager’s, becoming more exquisite the closer they were to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, in a house on the periphery.

Miss Wang had successfully lured the female scholar over.

This courtyard was usually only inhabited by her alone, not even the two family servants would follow her inside.

Miss Wang’s backstory was that of an orphan from a distant family branch of the Wangs, whose parents had died young and who struggled through life with her grandmother.

Yet more pitifully, even her grandmother had passed away a few years ago.

Therefore, in order to take care of this child, the Wang Family specifically sent two uncles over to assist her.

Although they were called uncles, they served as servants.

“You just stay at the door, I need to talk to this sister alone,” Miss Wang said as she entered the room and sent the two servants outside.

“Miss Wang, this person…

she…” One servant glanced at the female scholar who was surveying the courtyard, his expression a mix of nervousness and difficulty.

“You’ll be at the door; if there’s anything, I’ll call out.”

“But…”

“Hmm?”

Miss Wang frowned deeply, revealing a rather displeased expression.

Seeing this, the two servants had no choice but to reluctantly step back and stand at the doorway.

They couldn’t afford to offend this young lady, so what else could they do but oblige her?

Once the nuisance was gone, Miss Wang pulled the female scholar into her room, carefully closed the door, and slid the bolt into place.

The female scholar observed all her actions with alarm, feeling almost like a bird trapped in a cage.

But what could two girls do?

Comforting herself with this thought, the female scholar relaxed a little.

Miss Wang’s room was a typical maiden’s boudoir, about twenty square meters.

A bed was placed at the far side, with a wardrobe facing the bed and near the entrance of the room.

A dressing table was set next to the bed.

Miss Wang was at that moment searching for something in the drawer.

“What are you going to show me?” the female scholar asked, surveying the room.

“Aren’t you curious about the bride who showed up that night?” Miss Wang said without looking back.

“And then?” the female scholar asked calmly, “Do you know where she comes from?”

“Of course, there’s no one in the Wang Family who doesn’t,” Miss Wang said, pulling out a box from the drawer.

Inside it lay two items.

One was made of jade, and the other of peach wood.

Both items were about the size of a palm and both shaped like gourds.

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Miss Wang handed the female scholar the peach wood gourd, her gaze fixed on her face with an enigmatic expression as she said, “Open this and look inside.

I think this should reveal the identity of the bride.”

The female scholar took it with a mix of skepticism and intrigue.

The peach wood gourd was sealed, but the mouth of the gourd seemed to be able to open.

Noticing no oddity in Miss Wang’s smile, the female scholar rubbed the gourd in her hand, and after a moment of thought, gently twisted open the mouth of the gourd.

But that single action felt as threatening as if she were confronting a great danger, taking nearly tens of seconds to complete.

As the gourd opened, she tensed up, anxious, but after waiting for quite a while, nothing unusual happened.

On the contrary, Miss Wang covered her mouth and let out a giggling, mocking laugh.

“What are you so nervous about?

How could anything dangerous be in something that’s been by my side?

Pour it out and look.”

The female scholar glanced at her annoyance but proceeded as instructed, turning the gourd upside down and tapping it into her palm, “tap tap tap.” At once, a rolled-up piece of paper fell out.

The paper was yellow Talisman Paper with a somewhat sandy texture.

Setting the peach wood gourd on the table, the female scholar unfolded the paper and saw small characters written in cinnabar ink.

“Zhu Chunxiao, Xinchou Year, Xinchou Month…”

She stopped reading halfway and looked at Miss Wang with shock and confusion.

“Is this the birth chart of that bride?” she asked.

Miss Wang, sitting on the bed swinging her legs, nodded in response.

The female scholar’s eyes shifted to the white jade gourd lying in the box and said, “Could I also take a look at what’s inside there?”

But Miss Wang shook her head, “That’s not possible.”

The female scholar reached out to grab it herself, but Miss Wang was quick to get up and press down on her hand resting on the white jade gourd.