Strange Stories about Castle Rules
Ding Can held up the diary he had just scribbled on. "You wouldn't publicly testify for Sarah and bring shame to our long-standing family, so you chose this method, right?"
The sense of family honor that the Warrens have long mentioned has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Will felt that preserving the family's reputation was equally important, so he decided to solve the problem in his own way.
Will was not surprised to see that the secret he had deliberately hidden was discovered. Instead, a softer smile appeared on his young face.
Just like when walking on the street, a child passing by greets someone.
He shrugged. "At least for me, there's no harm in that."
There were two short knocks and one long knock on the door, which was the secret signal agreed upon by the few people before. Shi Yan and Xia Jialian finally found the opportunity to come over.
Gao Wenwen was the first to go over and open the door.
Shi Yan was a little surprised to see the three of them seeming to be in such harmony. She asked as she walked over, "What's going on?"
"Lorraine told him our story, and we talked straight to the point for a while. He admitted that Sarah's death was indeed as suspicious as we expected. It was the Warrens who orchestrated the murder and framed her."
Xia Jialian noticed the notebook in Ding Can's hand and quickly glanced through it. Then she thought of what Luo Lin had said at the time: "I roughly know how he led his parents to the top floor."
Ding Can looked at him, and they both said, "Candle."
According to Lorraine, the cause of the fire was a batch of newly brought-in colored candles from outside that caught fire, and there were many flammable items in the house, which caused the fire to spread rapidly.
Will clapped his hands a few times and said, "You're right. If the police officer investigating at that time had the same brains as you, I might have a headache."
He lowered his voice, almost whispering, "They probably never imagined that the actions they used to punish me would lead to their own death."
When Will learned that his family had purchased several boxes of colored candles, the idea took shape in his mind.
He asked Lorraine for help in advance and went to the attic to identify the colors of each candle placed in different positions. His reason was that he hoped to behave better recently so that his parents would no longer go to the interrogation room or the dance hall to punish him.
It took him half a day, under Lorraine's guidance, to memorize every candle, ensuring that no matter which candle he took out, he could accurately tell the color.
The rest of the time, I would add some flammable materials such as unused bed curtain fabrics to the attic.
While waiting for her parents to return, Lorraine talked about the preparations for the banquet as usual, and mentioned the prepared decorations, which naturally included rainbow candles.
During lunch, Will timidly raised his hand. "Dad, I think I've gotten better at distinguishing colors lately. Why don't we go to the attic after lunch and have a look? You can give me some questions."
Valen found this a little strange, as the kid rarely came up with such ideas.
But considering what happened recently, it seems normal. Ever since the death of that seductive maid, my son has become much more docile.
Now I am more sensible.
Rebecca smiled kindly and said, "Okay, we'll go up with you right away."
Will had looked at the storage room's configuration in advance. Because a major cleaning had just been carried out recently, many unused items had not been cleared out of the castle in time.
This resulted in a lot of clutter inside, and even the windows were piled with iron racks with a lot of heavy objects on them, making it difficult to clear things out in a short period of time.
Pushing open the door of the storage room, Rebecca first fanned away the dust with her hand in disgust, and then thought to herself that she was such a competent and good mother that she could settle in such a place for her child.
Will pretended he hadn't been there before, looked around for a while, then pointed at some boxes and said, "Those are for candles, right?"
Valen couldn't wait to take the test, so he walked over and opened the lid, and saw candles of different colors inside. This was much more complicated than the ones he usually practiced.
He was a little hesitant: "Can you recognize all of these?"
Will didn't think there was anything wrong, but there was some anticipation in his tone: "Father, take it out first, I will try to identify it."
So Valen randomly picked one.
Will looked at the rows and columns in which the candles were placed and recalled the color, though it was only a very light gray in his eyes.
He touched his chin with his fingers and didn't answer directly: "This color is very saturated, tends to be warm, it's orange!"
Valen looked at the candle in his hand. It was actually orange, but Will's answer was so close, which was a great improvement.
Rebecca didn't care about the dirt anymore. She walked over in her high heels, making a series of tapping sounds on the wooden floor, and picked up one as well. "What about this one?"
"Is it purple?"
Rebecca patted Valen's shoulder happily and said, "Husband, our method is really effective. We need to practice it for a long time."
"Try a few more, maybe it's just a coincidence."
Valen deliberately picked a different color than before, and when he found that Will could answer correctly, he was finally happy.
"Finally, I don't have to worry about anyone poking me in the back with this matter, Will. You did a great job."
Will smiled as well when he heard that, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"But I still need a moment of reflection. How about this? You take some more candles and put them in a row, and I'll help you identify them. Let's see if there's any effect when multiple colors are put together."
"That makes sense, Rebecca. Come and do this with me."
The two began to pick candles from the box and prepared to place them in the only open space in the room.
This place is far away from the gate, which was designed by Will first.
He took advantage of the moment when the two turned around, took out the matchbox he carried with him, and placed it close to the flammable cloth next to the candle box.
Tiny flames reflected in his azure eyes, spreading and licking the gauze curtain hanging on the wall.
Will closed the door as quickly as possible and held it securely from the outside.
He heard his parents' panicked cries from inside, and the door was knocked, but it wouldn't open at all.
There were constant coughing sounds coming into his ears, and he just stared blankly at the door. After a while, he felt the heat emanating from it.
As the noise inside gradually faded, he saw Lorraine rushing over after hearing the noise.
Will raised his head slightly to look at her, but he didn't intend to put away the ruler against the door lock. "Mrs. Lorraine, there's a fire, and my parents are inside."
Of course, Luo Lin noticed his actions. A complicated look flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth but said nothing, and she had no intention of coming over to investigate.
She just left a message saying she would call someone and turned away.
After a few minutes, Will still didn't hear any sound of rescue, so he understood. He finally couldn't hold on any longer, let go of his hand, and squatted on the floor.
Even though he held the crack in the door with a wet towel, smoke still inevitably drifted out, choking him and making him cry.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he smiled with his muscles lifted. No more sound came from the room, and everything was over.
It was not until a long time later that the sound of running was heard at the stairs, and the servant who had arrived early carried him aside.
A maid was worried that he could not bear to see such a scene, so she held him in her arms to comfort him.
But no one knows that he is the person least likely to feel sad here.
*
"Although it was a little late, I finally avenged Sarah. I use the room that burned down as a memorial to Sarah."
Will spoke slowly, his tone subtly gentle. "She said my eyes were beautiful, so I asked Mrs. Lorraine to decorate it in a blue style. Even though I can't see it, it should be beautiful."
"Oh, right," he thought, his eyes suddenly brightening. "Sister Sarah said that since your place is close to the sea, the winter isn't particularly cold, and the climate isn't suitable for growing pine trees, so they use what they have on hand to make a very special Christmas tree."
"You would wrap your fishing net around the rocks and put some beautiful shells you'd caught from the sea on top of them in the shape of a Christmas tree."
"I couldn't find any shellfish like the one Sister Sarah mentioned, but a starfish looked good, so I made a small one out of a blanket. She'll definitely find it cute if she sees it."
After finishing his speech, Will paused. He was shorter than the others, so he had to look up when communicating.
The gaze from bottom to top is filled with light anticipation and recollection, as if already imagining possible scenes.
Gao Wenwen was a little confused: "You told us just like that, aren't you afraid that we'll tell others?"
"Someone has to believe it first," Will paused for a moment, "Besides, you are Sister Sarah's friends, and I am the one who avenged her. To some extent, we are on the same front. Otherwise, I can completely prevent you from leaving the castle."
He was not worried about different voices, but when the time came to go to the police station for trial, he would definitely not be the one to suffer.
"I have another question," Xia Jialian raised her eyes, "Why did you lock the castle gate?"
When he first didn't know the truth, he thought it was the couple who instructed to lock the child in the castle.
Now that he knew it was Will's idea, he was a little confused.
Will showed a somewhat philosophical expression: "Because being in a closed environment makes me feel safe."
"When I was younger, I was afraid that my parents would find me from time to time and make me look at colors that I couldn't distinguish. Most of the time, I would hide in places where no one would go, such as wine cellars and cabinets."
Darkness is nothing to Will. In his eyes, the world has no color anyway.
In short, knowing that he is surrounded by enemies will make him less panic about the unknown.
But as he hid more and more, his parents found out and strictly forbade him to do so. So Will chose to enjoy this pitiful peace when his parents were not at home.
Over time, it became a habit, or a comfort to his heart, which continued until after his parents died. Will began to regard the entire castle as his safe haven.
He locked the door from the inside for a long time, forming a relatively closed area.
Servants working inside the room were not allowed to speak loudly, so as not to remind him of the psychological trauma of being surrounded by noise in the dance hall.
This camp marked out by Will was hidden from the sun, but it filled his frustrated heart.
Shi Yan was carried away by the emotions of his storytelling, and her mind was filled with sadness and heartache.
He did something wrong, but it seems difficult to propose punishment.
"We're leaving now, but I'm not sure if Sarah would be happy if she knew what you've done."
But what she actually wanted to say was that if Sarah really had the chance to know the truth, she would definitely not agree with Will's approach.
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