Mourn for 853

hold onto the complex skirt and step by step move to the door of the dressing room.There are several dressing rooms, actually just rooms for storing costumes and props. They're all connected. I met Gu...What kind of strange actions could there be Could it be…

"You, don't sit here and talk. Come into the reception room and have some tea while you speak." I saw that he seemed to be on the verge of bursting with words, he must have a whole lot to say.

The doorman is just a simple reception area, I let him sit and wait for a moment, then ran to find my senior brothers and sisters.

At this point, everyone was having dinner in the Flower Hall. When Fifth Senior Sister saw me, she immediately said, "Your meal has been delivered to your room. Go eat it quickly!"

"Senior Sister, there's a big client of Brother Jun at the front desk. Could you please make him a cup of tea" I said as I ran to the back.

"Got it. Go eat your food quickly, don't let it get cold," Fifth Senior Sister nodded and said.

I hurried back to the small building, worried that Mu Wanchen might be waiting there. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him rummaging through my bookshelf.

"Come up and eat, after dinner I'm going to go listen to some gossip," I said to Mu Wanchen.

"What" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

I ran upstairs and divided the meal into two portions. I sat opposite him and ate, shoveling down rice quickly while briefly explaining what had happened.

"This old man must have a green meadow on top of his head. An old husband and a young wife, what could possibly go wrong" I wiped my mouth, this meal only took five minutes.

As I ran out of the room, I suddenly thought of something and stopped in my tracks. I turned back to Mu Wanchen and asked, “My Lord Wuzhang, how old are you”

He replied lazily, "Why do you care"

"...I'm a little curious, wouldn't you say you're much older than me" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

Mu Wanchen's lips twitched: "What, are you also worried about the 'old husband, young wife' issue"

Humph! He got me back with a retort, and I stomped off in a huff. Where does this guy think he's going He looks to be only in his twenties.

He's been married twice, so he can't be too young.

He called her Mu Xiaqiao by her name, probably because Mu Xiaqiao was younger than him. So, the title "Little Mistress" always felt reluctant and awkward for him.

When I ran back to the gatehouse, Senior Sister Five stopped me at the door and whispered, "This old man looks nervous and doesn't want to talk to us. He only said he wants to talk to you. Be careful when you speak later, we'll be waiting here at the door."

I nodded. The patients who came to my home were a diverse crowd, all walks of life. There were all kinds of people with all kinds of personalities. The sick ones, in particular, tended to be stubborn and helpless, emotionally tense, anxious, and sensitive. We were used to it all.

The old man immediately put down his teacup as soon as he saw me, and said in a low voice: "Second Miss, you, you, you came. I thought you didn't care about me anymore..."

I secretly wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I just grabbed some food quickly.

However, after I ignored him for ten minutes, he became very apprehensive and took out his phone, saying to me, "Look, look... these are the images captured by the security cameras in my house..."

He fidgeted with his hands and whispered on the side that he had smelled incense several times at home recently—that smell of burning paper.

He asked his young wife, and his wife told him to burn those bills, shopping receipts, and delivery slips to prevent personal information leakage and misuse by bad people.

There was nothing wrong with that statement, so he didn't pay much attention. However, several times when he woke up in the morning, he smelled incense in the house.

My wife said she burned something on the balcony outside the bedroom, but the smell just drifted in.

But the third time, he found a small black residue directly next to his pillow—the kind of ash that flies off when paper burns.

He wasn't in good health to begin with, and he thought that inhaling these fumes all day would be even worse for his body. So he yelled at his wife, telling her to burn things outside in the yard from now on.

For days after, a faint scent lingered in the room.

At this moment, he remembered what his senior brother Jun had said—his senior brother Jun once suspected that he had been cursed.

So, he finally made up his mind to secretly install cameras at home. He took his young wife on a week-long trip and had people install several cameras in the house while they were away.

"Why didn't you install it sooner You have such a young wife, do you really think she loves you" I looked at him in bewilderment.

Those who can make a lot of money are never fools, they're just pretending to be clueless.

His face flushed red, and he whispered softly, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid... what if it leaves an image, it would be a bit embarrassing..."

Ahem ahem... I almost choked on my tea.

I stared at the old man, and he shyly said to me, "Miss Second, let me be honest with you. I've been struggling on this side all along. I'm afraid the camera captured images that would be embarrassing..."

I felt heat rising to my face. This old man really treats everyone like a god he can ask for help! What use are his words to me All I can do is offer condolences with my mouth. Is there anything else I can possibly do!

But after installing the surveillance, when I saw some of the footage it scared me so much that I didn't even want to be in the same room as her! He pointed at his phone and opened a folder.

There are a few short videos here, likely taken from security camera footage.

The painting was a bit blurry, depicting a luxurious bedroom with only a small nightlight on. The woman in the painting got out of bed and pulled back the covers.

She opened the wardrobe and pulled out a box from the bottom. Then she walked around to the old man's side, crouched down at the edge of the bed, and seemed to be doing something.

Soon, she began burning paper on the old man's palm and lit three cigarettes, standing them upright.

This look! It's like you're burning incense for the dead!

The woman was wearing pajamas, with messy hair, burning paper and kowtowing at the same time. It was creepy to look at.

Soon, having finished burning a bundle of paper money, the woman tidied up the scraps around her and then pushed open the balcony door to air out the smell.

Having finished all that, she put everything back in the closet and went back to lie beside the old man as if nothing had happened, falling asleep.

I frowned and asked, "Is your wife sleepwalking"

"No, it can't be a dream!" the old man waved his hands excitedly: "She must want to harm me, she must want to kill me!"

"She does this every night, and you haven't woken up once" I asked in disbelief.

The old man, emboldened and ignoring any sense of propriety, blurted out, "Every night, she demands it from me. She always urges me to drink this potent tonic... I suspect it's a sleeping drug."

"Second Miss, please save me! Just based on this recording, the police won't believe she's harming me. It will be too late when something happens! I... these days I always have nightmares at night! I dream of a red thread hanging around my neck, tightening little by little..."

Red line!

>standing."Is this mine well-known Why are you not publicizing it"Otherwise, why would there be so many people sneaking around to gamble on stonesBetting on stones is also a traditional culture in this...