Su Wei lowered his eyes and raised his hand to gently wipe the cinnabar off the table.
"Let him be. After some time, we will know the outcome."
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Just after midnight, a figure was moving stealthily in the backyard of the Xiao Mansion.
Xiao Nanhui wiped the sweat from his forehead and stopped in the side yard.
She really didn't like the feeling of being a thief, but this was always the situation.
Xiao Zhun didn't return home today. Shrike had been tossing and turning all day and was sleeping soundly. Dujuan and Uncle Li's hearing was far inferior to that of martial artists, so as long as they were careful, they wouldn't alarm anyone.
After checking out the old mansion on Yukun Street, she finally had to take a look around in the current Xiao Mansion.
Most of the old things from the Xiao family's former mansion are piled up in the side courtyard where Aunt Dai lives. It is the most remote and sparsely populated place, making it a relatively safe place.
Touching the bag of keys in his arms that had become somewhat warm, Xiao Nanhui was a little excited and his hands were shaking slightly.
The key Yao Yi gave her could be used to roughly identify the shape of the lock based on its style. After eliminating them, she tried them one by one and soon opened the door of the compartment.
A musty smell mixed with old dust hit my face.
Xiao Nanhui was basically certain: in the past ten years, even Du Juan had never set foot here.
After thinking about it, she did not light the fire, but opened the door to let the moonlight into the room.
Under the thin moonlight, there were rows of huge dusty wooden boxes. The boxes were still sealed, and it looked like they had never been checked since the moment they were thrown in.
Just think about it and you will understand. As the saying goes, seeing something reminds you of someone, but who would want to think about the past?
Xiao Zhun had abandoned a lot of things when he left the old mansion, so his willingness to move into the new mansion must have some unusual meaning.
Xiao Nanhui did not rush to rummage through the drawers, but instead observed carefully, and finally his eyes fell on a flat lacquer box in the corner.
The box was locked, the only thing in the room with a lock.
Somehow, Xiao Nanhui felt something different. She hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.
Copper locks are the most common style, but also the hardest to pry open. Xiao Nan thought about it, picked out the only iron key from the keys given by Yao Yi, and carefully inserted it into the keyhole.
There was only a slight "click" sound, and the copper lock popped open and fell to the ground.
Xiao Nanhui carefully brushed off the dust on the box, calmed himself down, and opened the lid.
To her surprise, the contents of the box didn't look particularly special. Just a few simple hairpins and rings for women, each one held together by a green silk gown.
Xiao Nanhui grabbed the dress, lifted it up with both hands, and the green color began to shake.
In an instant, Xiao Nanhui took a breath.
The back of the robe was almost completely black, a stain formed over time after being soaked in blood. On the bloodstain was a tear that almost cut the garment in half. Even after so many years, one could still see how sharp and dangerous it was back then.
The coolness of the silk slowly passed through her fingertips to her body, and the early spring night breeze made her break out in a cold sweat.
An answer suddenly popped up in Xiao Nanhui's heart, and she knew what was in the box in front of her.
Those are Aunt Dai's clothes.
The very clothes she wore on the scariest day of her life.
At this moment, a long and thin object fell out of the clothes and landed on the ground.
Xiao Nanhui's gaze slowly moved downwards until he saw the tape.
She picked it up and looked at it carefully in her hand.
It was an ordinary, hand-woven, plain linen belt.
etc.
Some fragments of images suddenly flashed before her eyes.
Why has Aunt Dai been so obsessed with weaving ribbons every day for so many years?
She once thought that on the day the incident happened in the Xiao Mansion, Aunt Dai might have been weaving ribbons for the younger generations, and her memory stayed on that day, so she kept doing the same thing over and over again.
But......
She knew Aunt Dai's craftsmanship, and she would never weave a ribbon like this. Aunt Dai liked colorful things, and the silk threads were all bright colors.
The one in her hand had no colored thread at all, and was as plain and rough as a mourning belt used in funerals.
This is not Aunt Dai's tape.
A voice emerged in Xiao Nanhui's heart, and even she was startled.
If this isn't Aunt Dai's thing, then there's another possibility.
This was left behind by her killer.
On that rainy spring night, someone had stained the silk shirt red with the blood of the Xiao family. Before she fell into the abyss of despair and pain, the woman frantically grabbed at something on the assailant's body.
She barely escaped death, but was traumatized and forgot many things, except for the last thing she saw before she fell into the well.
She engraved it deep in her mind, reviewing it over and over again, hoping that one day she would be able to recognize that person when she met him again.
Unfortunately, she had long forgotten her original intention.
Who was it that Aunt Dai saw?
Xiao Zhun left these items behind, which means that he may have investigated the matter back then, but the result is obvious.
Xiao Nanhui stared blankly at the belt in his hand, falling into an indescribable panic.
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At three quarters past midnight, when the cock was crowed, the Yu Gate in the south of Quecheng City had already been closed.
The insects in the wilderness had not yet awakened, huge torches burned on the city gates, and dripping pine oil crackled in the darkness. Apart from this, the world was completely quiet.
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