The Missing Aunt
Ghost crafts are gifts bestowed upon trial-takers by the Blood Gate.
Because of this, they possess absolute privacy.
One person can lend their ghost artifacts to another within the same Blood Gate, but they cannot be given away.
When the owner of a ghost artifact dies, all the ghost artifacts they possess will be sealed and become ordinary objects.
The newcomer named Luo, after everyone else left, carefully opened her room door.
Biting her teeth, she suppressed the fear in her heart and entered Tang's room.
She dared not look at the gruesome corpse on the ground and trembled as she searched the room.
Finally, she found three ghost artifacts in Tang's backpack.
Although she knew this rule, she still packed the three ghost artifacts.
Who knew if they would work? Maybe they would be useful!
When people are desperate, they won't let go of even a tiny glimmer of hope!
Luo was like this.
But when she put the three ghost artifacts into her backpack and was about to turn and leave, she suddenly stopped.
Her eyes were filled with immense fear as she stared at the ground in front of her, trembling.
The corpses that had been strewn all over the floor just a moment ago... disappeared!
Not only the corpses but also the bloodstains on the ground were gone.
It was as if... this room had never been inhabited by a person named Tang.
Luo was terrified.
She felt a chill behind her back, as if the dead Tang was watching her from somewhere, so she ran out of Tang's room without looking back and returned to her own residence, then bolted the door...
Around 10 o'clock in the morning, the three men with glasses went out to look for new clues again, while Bai, who had been actively searching for clues, had just woken up and finished washing up.
Ning moved a chair and sat in the open space to bask in the sun.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry.
The two were not in a hurry, but Liu was anxious.
"Bro, what's going on with you two?"
"Aren't we going to look for clues this morning?"
Ning didn't turn his head, sitting on his chair, rocking gently, but his brows were furrowed as if he was thinking about something.
"Clues? What more clues do we need?"
Liu strode up to him.
"We still have one scenic spot left to visit, don't we?"
"Maybe there are key clues at that scenic spot?"
Ning shook his head.
"It's useless."
Liu didn't understand what Ning was thinking.
He sighed and was about to continue asking when Bai's voice came from behind:
"We've already got the clues we wanted. Going out to look for more clues, all we'll see are the villagers' lies."
Liu didn't understand, and Bai continued to explain:
"These scenic spots were built by the villagers, they want us to see them, so trying to find the truth from these scenic spots... is simply impossible."
Liu was a little anxious:
"Then what should we do? We can't just sit here and wait for death, and there are less than five days left before the temple festival begins!"
Seeing Liu's appearance, Bai sighed softly.
"I know , but don't rush."
"It's no use rushing."
At this time, Ning, who had been sitting on the chair basking in the sun, asked the question he had asked at the beginning:
"Tell me, what role do the people of the Ruan clan play in the hints given to us by the Blood Gate?"
"Are they the kind-hearted who bled dry, or the compassionate who cut off their heads?"
"Or... are they the innocent who yearn for rain and peace?"
Both of them heard the implication in Ning's words, and Bai vaguely caught something and glanced at Ning.
"Ning, what do you think?"
Ning turned his head and looked at the two of them, his eyes sharp and clear as never before.
"The answer is... neither."
The two were startled.
"Neither?"
Ning said:
"At first, I didn't understand what the hint given to us by this Blood Gate meant..."
"But now, I think I understand."
"Pay attention to the order of these hints."
"The kind-hearted bled dry and turned into rain; the compassionate cut off their heads and bestowed peace... If that's the case, why do the innocent still wait for rain and peace?"
The two were stunned.
Ning continued:
"Because they neither received the rain bestowed by the benevolent nor the peace bestowed by the compassionate!"
"Among these people, there is another... evildoer!"
"He made the benevolent bleed dry, made the compassionate lose their heads, and made the innocent... get nothing!"
Listening to what Ning said, the two felt their breathing become rapid.
"Bro, are you saying that Granny Ruan is the evildoer?"
"But why would she do that... It doesn't make sense, they're all from the same village, and there's no feud..."
Just when Liu was confused, Bai beside him said with a cold smile, a sentence that made his back shiver:
"How can a village witch's status be reflected?"
"Of course... it's by making the village haunted."
Boom!
As if struck by lightning, Liu widened his eyes and stood motionless.
"This... this..."
Seeing his incredulous look, Bai sneered:
"Sometimes... people can be more terrifying than ghosts!"
After a moment of silence, Ning said:
"Yesterday at noon, there was an aunt who served me food in the canteen. When I asked her about the architectural style of the canteen, her eyes dodged..."
"She must know something, but when I went to the canteen to find her this morning, she wasn't there. The canteen staff said she wouldn't be there until noon."
"We still have time, let's wait a little longer. I want to talk to her alone at noon... with Guang's tablet."
The two nodded.
If they could directly ask the truth from a knowledgeable person, that would be the best.
When noon arrived, the three of them entered the canteen.
However, when they saw the canteen aunt who served the food, Ning frowned.
This person... wasn't the one from yesterday!
Vaguely, a sense of ominousness filled his heart.
"Uncle, I want to ask... why didn't the aunt who served the food yesterday come?"
The canteen old man with cloudy eyes was confused for a moment before realizing what Ning was asking.
"She, ah, seems to be feeling a little unwell..."