There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 654
Chapter 654: Chapter 562 The Joys and Sorrows of People Are Not Interconnected_2 Chapter 654: Chapter 562 The Joys and Sorrows of People Are Not Interconnected_2 No one cared.
At night.
Heart-wrenching cries and screams echoed through the streets of Osmanthus Village, from the eastern houses to the western ones, until at last, perhaps something had muffled the mouths, and the noise quieted down.
But in fact, no one cared about what was happening outside.
Those uninvolved tightly shut their doors, either already asleep or idly mending and crafting tools.
The commotion outside was as if unheard.
The joys and sorrows of people indeed do not communicate with one another.
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Tiezhu hid in the alley, his small body trembling non-stop, even scared enough to shed tears.
He heard the crying and screaming of that elder sister, quickly covered his ears, but once the noise had completely disappeared, he anxiously looked in that direction.
Who knows how much time passed.
The young boy seemed to have prepared himself mentally, he crept out of the alley and sneaked back into the ancestral hall through the back door.
The place was deserted, the ancestral hall quiet and silent.
He cautiously approached the room where the girl had been hiding, only to see a mess inside, wood shavings scattered about, tables and chairs overturned, some pieces of Osmanthus Cake lying on the floor, some even trampled into mush.
Tiezhu had a complex look on his face, and he went ahead and picked up two intact cakes.
Looking at the Osmanthus Cakes in his hand, then back at the room before him.
After a long moment of hesitation, he finally seemed to make a decision.
Tiezhu put the cakes into his pocket, then jogged into the Ancestral Hall’s front courtyard.
The Ancestral Hall was vast and had no doors to obstruct entry.
Above the tablets being worshiped, blue smoke curled up gently.
Tiezhu first awkwardly bowed to the array of tablets, muttering “offending” and “please forgive” and the like.
Then, the next moment, he plucked out the dozen or so sticks of incense from the burner.
Before leaving, perhaps thinking that since he had already gone this far, maybe…
So, unable to resist, he also picked up an apple from the offering table—a food offering that, even if spoiled here, was not to be stolen and eaten.
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And if food on the offering table were to go missing, the villagers would first suspect and blame him.
No reason needed or given.
Tiezhu bit into the somewhat shriveled apple, tasting its freshness, then hurried back to the disheveled room in the rear hall.
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He gathered the incense sticks into a bundle and then, with trembling hands, moved closer to the bed curtains.
The thin bed curtains were quickly ignited by sparks, the feeble flame slowly climbing upwards along the fabric.
Tiezhu blew gently a few times and the fire grew in intensity.
Subsequently, he ignited the pillows, quilts, and other easily flammable fabrics.
Watching the flickering flames in the room, Tiezhu’s heartbeat seemed to pulsate violently in tune with the fire.
But then he turned and thought,
The fire in this small room was all too easy to extinguish.
So he ran out and also set fire to his own room, and only when thick black smoke began to rise from the entire rear hall did Tiezhu panic, drop the incense sticks, and run out of the ancestral hall.
Soon.
Villagers living close by discovered the fire at the ancestral hall.
The scene scared everyone to the core!
The Osmanthus Village Ancestral Hall was the shrine where everyone’s devotions were held; for centuries, it carried the sentiments of generation to generation.
It had become akin to a faith!
The first villager to discover it panicked!
“Fire!
Fire!”
“Fire!
Fire!”
“The Ancestral Hall’s on fire!
Quick, call for help!”
“Hurry up and help!
The Ancestral Hall caught fire!”
“People, come quick!”
Houses to the east were immediately thrown into chaos.
The villagers living at the foot of the other hills were also awakened by the alarm and, seeing the rolling smoke from the Ancestral Hall, rushed to help.
In no time, the entire Osmanthus Village was somewhat noisy.
Taking advantage of the night, Tiezhu fled through the alleys and soon reached the doorstep of the Wang Family’s estate.
Osmanthus Village knew that for the past half month, the Wang Family was in mourning, draped in white.
It was also known they planned to arrange a marriage for their prematurely deceased son.
The commotion of the Ancestral Hall being on fire also impacted this place.
Like an eel, Tiezhu, with his slim build, slipped through a dog hole into the courtyard and after walking a few steps cautiously, he heard some people talking in the house.
“How did the Ancestral Hall suddenly catch fire?”
“Could it be because of…
you know, our matter…”
“Nonsense!
It’s clear someone is playing tricks.
I tell you, I’ve decided on this marriage for my son!”
“Why the rush?
We didn’t say we disagree, once the auspicious hour arrives, we’ll proceed directly!”
“But about the Ancestral Hall…”
“Can’t let it really burn down, otherwise those people will probably take it out on us.
Send some people to help quickly.”
“Old Wang, you go have a look.”
“…”
After the people finished talking, there was a rustling noise, and then the room door was pushed open and two people hurried out.
Tiezhu hid in the corner, watching as the two men left.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look.
In the moonlight, he saw a Black Wolfhound sitting in the courtyard, staring straight at him with wagging tail.
Tiezhu quickly put his finger to his lips in a “shush” gesture, then took out the apple he had bitten into from his pocket, shook it at the big dog, and then threw it into the distance.
The Black Wolfhound glanced at the apple rolling on the ground, then back at him, utterly indifferent.
A standoff ensued between the boy and the dog.
Neither made a sound.
After a long moment, Tiezhu bit his lip and pulled out a piece of Osmanthus Cake from his pocket, waved it at the dog, and threw it over.
The Black Wolfhound lifted its head, caught the flying cake with its mouth, and after a couple of nods, swallowed the Osmanthus Cake in one gulp.
