Chapter [NaN]

Chapter [NaN]

There were five pages that could still be read from Yu Wangnians diary, which recorded events at different time periods. It was just that a few drops of blood had stained these five pages, blocking some parts of the information.

[** October 191*

Ive never seen a girl who looks so much like a lilac flower. She must have taken my mind away, otherwise, how could I be this sleepless?

10th October 19**

Weve tied the knot. The joy of today was overwhelming.

6th February 1920

My 2-year-old baby will soon learn to say Daddy.

Ive prepared the best gift for her and kept it in a private safe at Jincheng Bank. Ill take it out when shes 18 years old.

1922

Wangyue is about to return from Great Britain. Im very happy and I look forward to the day of reunion.

24th June 1924

I hate her, but I still love her. I know her heart may not be mine, but shell be buried with me.]

Yu Wangnians diary-writing style was very simple. He didnt write often, and when he did, there were only one or two sentences each time. Among these five entries, except for the last one that Tang Cuo judged to be the same dimension where he first entered the dungeon, the other four couldnt be determined.

However, Tang Cuo had an intuition that the exact time of the last unknown dimension was hidden somewhere in these diary entries.

In 1936, the diary is taken, so Rong Yi mustnt have seen it here. Jin Cheng said.

Yes. Tang Cuo nodded. If Rong Yi wanted to see the diary, he must either reproduce the path Tang Cuo had walked so far or know the information before entering this dungeon. But if he indeed had known beforehand, there would have been no need to make any deal with Jin Cheng. He could have unlocked all the dimensions by himself and held an advantage far greater than anyone elses.

He continued: In 1922, Yu Wangyue returned to China. At the beginning of 1923, the family of four took a photo together. The time is right. Now we have three time points: Their first meeting, their marriage and Yu Wangyues return to China. Which do you think is the key?

As for the entry written on 6th Feb 1920, the time was too specific and Tang Cuo decided to exclude it.

Jin Cheng thought about it, If we deduce backwards from 1920, Yu Wangnian and Lin Wans marriage should take place before 1918. 1916 is the most likely.

Hearing this, Tang Cuos eyes lit up slightly: The young miss was 2 years old in 1920. Yu Wangnian prepared a gift for her and placed it in the bank, then he took it out when she reached 18. Now is 1936, so shes exactly 18. The information given by Lin Yandong, 062, is it perhaps the safe box number or the password?

Jin Cheng stroked his chin and thought of something: If thats the case, the young miss is looking for the diary especially because of this gift. We have to get it before Rong Yi.

Qi Hui heard it and finally couldnt help but ask softly: But the gift is in the bank, how do we get it? Could it be that the young miss has already taken it out?

We can make a call. At the moment, Tang Cuos line of thought is extremely smooth: The diary says its placed at Jincheng Bank, one of the most famous private banks during Republican period. There should be the banks number in the phone book. Maybe well know something by calling them.

But the question now was: Could the call even be made? Probably only the 1926 phone was useful, and the phone book could only be found there.

By this time, there was still an hour and a half before midnight.

The three of them didnt have Rong Yis ability to manipulate time so they could only wait. While they waited, Jin Cheng was in charge of holding off the young miss to prevent her from igniting the fire. Tang Cuo and Qi Hui then continued to look for clues.

The ghosts on the second floor were too fierce, so it would be a waste of energy for just the two of them to fight against those. They decided to start from the first floor, searching room by room again.

In between 1926 and 1936, there was no major changes in Yu Mansion. Because the entire household had been killed, the only people that could make any changes here were the two NPCs: the young miss and the person in the attic.

So their goal was very clear finding the changes.

There was no obvious change in the kitchen.

A few more incense sticks were found in the burner inside the basement.

The content on the blackboard in the butlers room had changed.

There was no obvious change in the young servants and the middle-aged maids rooms.

After one round, Tang Cuo returned to the living room and cast an inquiring gaze at Jin Cheng while shaking his head.

By this time, the young miss outside the house was about to lose patience. She already had doubts about Jin Chengs words in the first place. The longer the delay, the heavier the doubt. She gazed at the direction of the attic again, and looking at her eyes, she was indeed aware that the person in the attic had died there.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Suddenly, she smiled and looked at Jin Cheng through the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes cold and angry.

This seemed ominous.

No matter how many wicked ideas Jin Cheng might have, he was a little helpless in such a situation. Because Tang Cuo couldnt think of any good solution either, he simply threw the problem to Jin Cheng and turned around to search the living room.

So when Jin Cheng reluctantly looked back at his great detective, what he saw was Tang Cuo holding a broken table leg and bending down to stir the ash in the fireplace.

He looks kinda cute.

Miss Yu. Jin Cheng leaned on the glass window with his arms folded, admiring Tang Cuos heroic posture of stirring the ash while shouting to the young miss outside: I know you want to burn this place and end it all. But after everything is burnt down, will the story really be over?

The young miss didnt answer.

Jin Cheng continued: It wont end. Many years later, you still wont be able to forget the fire tonight. That will be another painful beginning, wont it?

Everyone here has died, regardless whether they were willing to or not. Only you are left to bear whatever remains. If you burn down this place, its impossible for anyone to learn of this story and understand you.

Cough. Tang Cuo was a little uncomfortable being stared at so intensely, so he walked to the window and interrupted Jin Chengs gaze. The young miss outside the house still kept to the same posture like just now, as if she had frozen. Tang Cuo wasnt interested in discussing love with others and asked straight away: In the end, who was Lin Wan in love with? Was it Yu Wangyue?

The young miss looked at him, tilted her head and smiled in sorrow: Yes. Of all the people to fall in love with, she chose him. If she couldnt get what she wants, she would destroy him.

My uncle is a very good person.

She paused and said: All these years, Ive been living in the place where he used to live when he went abroad. I met his doctor and got told that if he hadnt insisted on returning home, he could have lived for 10 more years,

As she said these words, although the young miss was looking at them, her eyes werent focusing at all. It was as though she was mumbling to herself.

Hes an expert at radio technology.

After saying those words, the young miss fell into a long silence. From the second floor came the sound of a womans sorrowful wailing. Her regret, her pain and her despair were like a thousand needles densely packed together, cruelly piercing people hearts.

Tang Cuo took a deep breath, stared at the young miss and and continued to ask: Who is the man in the attic? What role does he play?

I dont know.

I really dont know.

The young miss started to sit down in utter dejection, clutching her head and weeping in helplessness. Perhaps she did know but she didnt want to say, or perhaps she really didnt know and she didnt want to pursue it any more.

Everyone was dead and she was the only one left. What was the point of digging further?

Inside and outside the mansion, only the cries of a ghost and a human could be heard. They echoed each other, crossing the realms of the dead and the living.

For a moment, Qi Hui couldnt digest this fraction of the truth that the young miss had revealed, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng still had some deep thoughts about it, but one thing was certain at least the young miss wasnt in a hurry to set this place on fire.

After they survived this ordeal, they only needed to wait for 12 oclock and returned to 1926 to make the call.

There were still forty-three minutes left before midnight.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng returned to the second floor, planning to search the entire place again. The lady might have been triggered by the young miss, but no one knew where she was hiding. For now, she didnt appear again.

The patched-up ghost was still there, but he wouldnt attack if they didnt get close to his area.

The keys to the young miss and the ladys room still havent been found. We also havent opened the piano room. Jin Cheng said as he walked.

Im thinking of another problem now. If Yu Wangyue is a good person, why would he linger in this house after death and play an eerie piece of music every night? Tang Cuo said.

Do you think theres a special meaning behind that?

Perhaps.

The two made one round on the second floor and reached the staircase leading to the attic but didnt go up. Jin Cheng looked at the half-closed attic door with his arms folded and said slowly: I suddenly thought of a way. Maybe I could get the key from the young miss waist.

Tang Cuo asked: How?

Jumping at the chance to appear all mysterious, Jin Cheng smiled: Youll find out soon.

About ten minutes later, Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo returned to the living room. Upon seeing the two, Qi Hui, who had been staying here, hurriedly gave up his position in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Jin Cheng took out a crumpled and dusty letter from his pocket, waved it at the young miss outside and said: We went up to search again and found a letter left behind by your uncle. Do you want to have a look?

The young miss immediately looked up.

Jin Cheng continued: Its up to you if you dont want to look at it, but since you wanted to burn us to death earlier, we want to make an exchange. How about exchanging this letter with the key on your waist?

Hearing this, the young miss subconsciously grasped the key: Are you thinking that this is the key to the main door?

Jin Cheng said: Im making a gamble. Now do you want to exchange?

How do I know if youre not lying?

I said its a gamble, but If you want to check, I can also let you take a closer look.

Looking at Jin Chengs forward and generous attitude, the young miss couldnt make up her mind for a moment. After a while, she finally stepped closer to look at the letter in Jin Chengs hand.

Under the gloomy moon and the dim light of the mansion, she couldnt read the content of the letter clearly, but the handwriting really looked like that of her uncle.

Jin Cheng quickly pulled back the letter and asked: If you dont want to exchange, Ill burn it. I dont know anything about Yu Wangyue. Keeping it is of no use to me.

The young miss hesitated as she held the key tightly in her palm, pondering her decision for a while.

Tang Cuo waited quietly and glanced at the clock on the wall. The time ticked by slowly and there were still nineteen minutes until it hit 12 oclock.

I agree. Her decision finally came.

But Jin Cheng made a slight change of mind: Its too late, unless you answer one more question.

Since the young miss had already agreed, she wouldnt give up at this point. She gritted her teeth and said: What is the question?

Jin Cheng: What year did your parents get married?

The young miss: Huh?

What kind of question was this?