Chapter 326 Suffocation
Thor slowly shifted his gaze away, and finally his eyes landed on the center of the lobby on the first floor.
"Is that it?"
Xander turned around and froze in place.
"Yes, it's my box, but... why, I just walked over there."
As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the box, stroked it up and down with his hands, and finally even hugged the whole box in his arms.
Thor was also a little confused.
This box was definitely not there when he came in!
After his inspection just now, he found neither any mechanism that could hide anything on the ground, nor any supernatural beings.
So how did the box suddenly appear? Was it special, or was there something unusual about the house that Thor hadn't discovered?
Thinking that an apprentice who was expelled from the wizard tower once lived here, and that apprentices who were 30 years old and had not reached level three were very likely to mutate, Thor was more inclined to believe that there was something wrong with the house.
But when he practiced meditation again and looked over, the house was still clean.
The dirty thing was the half-person-high wicker box.
An ominous gray mist escaped from inside and finally merged with the arm around Sander's neck.
But to Thor's surprise, the gray mist deliberately avoided Sander's body and just surrounded him.
It seemed like she was afraid of hurting him.
After confirming that the gray fog was the resentment of a corpse, Thor raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't seem to be what I thought at first, murder and corpse hiding."
He originally wanted to sign an agreement with Sander and let him leave with the dangerous rattan box.
Although the other party may be a perverted murderer who carries a corpse with him, Thor does not intend to meddle in it, and the arm is likely to avenge himself with its own hands.
But now it seems that there seems to be something else behind the death of the corpse.
A down-and-out man was carrying a dead body around with him. After the body was lost, he returned to the terrifying "haunted house" several times to find it.
A vengeful spirit tightly entangled the man in front of him, but was careful not to let its breath hurt the other person.
What was the relationship between Xander and the body in the box—or the owner of the arm around his neck— and Thor suddenly became interested.
He held onto the handrail of the stairs and walked down slowly. "What is your relationship with the person in the box?"
Sander, who was hugging the box intimately, froze all over. He turned around and looked at Thor who had walked up to him. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head in frustration.
"As expected, you figured it out."
He reached out his trembling hand, placed it on the layers of leather belts wrapped around the wicker box, and slowly untied them.
Then he gently laid the box down and reached out to open the brass buckle.
He took a deep breath and suddenly opened the lid of the box.
Thor looked calmly into the box.
As expected, it was indeed a female corpse.
She looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, lying on her side in the box with her hands on her knees. Her face was not very pretty, but if she were still alive, she would probably be called cute.
She was wearing a light pink dress that was somewhat yellowed and faded, and there was a small gold hairpin on her head.
It looked like a recently dead body.
The only special thing was that there were no wounds or signs of decay on her body.
Thor's eyes fell on the golden hairpin.
This hairpin, like its owner, is as new as ever, without any signs of corrosion from time.
"It should be this witchcraft prop that keeps her body from decaying."
Thor squatted down and took a closer look, and found that the pattern on the hairpin was indeed a witchcraft symbol, but it was a witchcraft text he had never seen before.
Seeing that Thor had no intention of touching the female corpse, Sander's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.
He began to slowly tell the story of himself and the female corpse.
In fact, the story is very simple and commonplace.
In order to prevent his sister from being sold to an old man as a plaything by his debt-ridden stepmother, Sander, as the elder brother, fled with his sister overnight. However, the old man was a rich and powerful man, and even worshipped a wizard.
For some reason, he kept chasing after Sander and his sister, and even spent a lot of money and manpower to track them down.
Young men and women walking on the street are easily questioned, so Sander bought this big rattan box for his sister to hide in.
Using this stupid trick, they avoided the search.
Everything was going well until he took a boat from the eastern continent across the bay to the Blue Water Bay, the estuary here.
When he got off the boat, there were some banging noises from the wicker box. But because his sister had sneaked on board without a ticket, he looked at the sailors chatting and laughing around him and didn't dare to move. He just patted the box to make his sister quiet down.
And the box immediately became quiet.
Sander thought that the noise just now might be his sister just adjusting her posture because she was sitting uncomfortably.
But who would have expected that when he quickly got off the boat, found a secluded place, and opened the box, he would find his sister curled up inside, motionless, without heartbeat or breathing...her body was already stiff.
Although many years have passed, Sander still shed tears when he talked about this.
The tears were quiet, silently dripping from the corners of his eyes, rolling over his skin that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and falling on the collar of his shirt that had faded and turned yellow.
Sander wiped away his tears skillfully, then dried his hands on his pants before carefully closing the box.
He would reach out and carefully adjust the woman's skirt and hair to prevent them from being caught in the box.
"Excuse me, sir. This box is worthless, but it contains my most precious treasures."
He even smiled at Thor.
Although Sander tried hard to remain calm, Thor could still feel the great sadness that had been suppressed for a long time from him.
Seeing that Thor didn't look impatient, Sander couldn't help but pour out some of his thoughts.
"Later, I often wondered, if I had not thought about saving the money for the boat ticket and opened the box immediately to check on my sister, would she not have died?"
"I always thought that rattan boxes are more breathable, but I didn't expect that... maybe it was a bit hot that day, and there were a lot of people crowded around me, which made her uncomfortable. She wanted to change her posture to get some fresh air, but because of my instructions, she endured it obediently..."
Thor looked at the wicker box that was wrapped again and asked, "Why did you put her in the box?"
"Midgar likes it...Oh, Midgar is my sister. Her name is Miska. My mother and I have always called her that. She doesn't want to leave the box. Once I want to take her out, she will cry."
"She sheds tears?"
"Yes sir, I am not lying."
Thor supported his chin and said, "Then pick her up and let me see her."
"This..." Sander showed obvious reluctance, but after struggling for a moment, he still reached out and opened the box.
He was afraid that if he didn't take action, the great wizard would take action himself.
Just as Sander said, when she gently lifted her sister's head, a drop of water seeped out of the girl's closed eyes.
When Sander lifted the girl's shoulders again, the tears began to fall like beads from a broken string.
"Sir?" Sander looked at Thor pleadingly, obviously unable to bear to lift his sister's body again.
"Okay, I saw it, put her back." Thor did not force Sander, but after Sander put his sister down, he immediately said, "Your sister did not die of suffocation, she was killed by the evil spirit."
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