It was late at night, the antique wall lamps were emitting soft glow, the heater was working hard, blowing warm air.

Jian Jing curled up in the armchair, her wet hair had been dried by the heat, hanging down on her temples. She hadn't dyed her hair for a long time, and there were often a few black strands between her gray hair, but they were not glaring, and she was more casual than before.

After the Wang Shi case, something in her changed forever.

What was it? Kang Mucheng occasionally asked himself this question, but he could never grasp the clue.

In the flowing silence, Jian Jing was the first to come back to her senses and asked about another concern: "Mr. Kang, did Leo mention the curse of their family to you?"

Kang Mucheng immediately retracted his thoughts and nodded gently.

She was curious: "What did Leo say?"

Kang Mucheng sighed and said: "An unhappy marriage without love."

Unlike George's scientific theory of mental illness, Leo believed that the root of the tragedy was that the beginning of their marriage was a mistake.

The Sar family is very loyal to the royal family, and every generation of kings is keen to arrange marriages for them. But I don't know if it's because of bad luck or something else, but the marriage is always unsatisfactory.

Either the princess with a hot temper, or the daughter of the duke who loves someone else, or the illegitimate daughter of the king of each country, or even the king's famous mistress.

However, most of the so-called wives died of dystocia, and only a few died of unnatural causes.

For example, strangulation was a political game. The mistress who was poisoned was the king's resentment of his father's favoritism of the mistress, which led to the queen's mother's death. After ascending the throne, he secretly ordered Count Sal to execute his wife. The fire was caused by an accidental failure when the circuit was just introduced.

The residents of the town of Bana did not know the reason, and there were often rumors. Over time, they made up a bizarre death for a normal death, which became a "curse".

Leo read the memoirs of his ancestors and concluded that a marriage without love would easily go to destruction with only a weak external force.

So he vowed to marry a woman he loved deeply.

"If he didn't love Melanie, he wouldn't have married her." Kang Mucheng concluded.

Jian Jing nodded, feeling that this statement was more realistic, but Leo's actions still could not be explained.

There must be some secrets hidden in the Winter Castle.

"Mr. Kang, what do you think that song is?" she asked.

Kang Mucheng thought about it and said, "It's just the sound of the wind. The castle has been in disrepair for a long time and there are many cracks, so it's like a song."

She: "... the explanation in "Approaching Science" is fine."

He asked, "Don't you think so?"

"I watched foreign historical dramas. The master got up and pulled the bell, and the servants could hear it." She said, "There must be a bell rope between the rooms, which means there is a mezzanine... right?"

Kang Mucheng was surprised: "You suspect..." Jian

Jing supported her chin with her hand and said slowly: "Maybe there are strangers in the castle whom I haven't seen."

The sound of the wind is not so coincidental. It always appears at a critical moment. It should be someone's voice, which has been transmitted to every corner of the castle through the mezzanine or vent.

The question is, what is the relationship between this person and Leo.

If it's like Jane Eyre, with a crazy ex-wife hiding in the attic... well, that would be really funny.

"This person is very important." She said, "Only by finding her can I figure out Leo's problem."

"Jingjing, we are guests at Leo's house." Kang Mucheng had to remind her, "Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know."

Jian Jing paused and quickly compromised: "Okay, I promise you that I won't use too drastic methods."

He asked, "What if Leo doesn't want us to know?"

"You persuade him." She suggested, "We still don't know the murderer's purpose. If he just wants to ruin the wedding, and the murder of Melanie failed this time, it may not be her next time."

Kang Mucheng found it incredible: "Why ruin the wedding? They are already married."

Jian Jing: "Money, hatred, love."

He fell silent immediately.

After a long pause, he nodded: "I'll go talk to Leo. He's not someone who easily gives up."

"Okay." Jian Jing stood up and looked at her watch. It was past twelve o'clock, so she gave up the idea of ​​looking for Si Yingjie. "I'll ask Brother Yingjie tomorrow. Good night."

"Wait." Kang Mucheng called her.

She: "Hmm?"

He squatted down, put down her rolled-up pants, and tidied them up: "Okay, good night."

Jian Jing: "...Oh."

Si Yingjie slept until midnight and felt someone was watching him.

It was completely impossible, but his body issued a warning, waking him up instantly.

His heart was pounding, and he saw darkness in his eyes. The faint light of snow shone through the gap in the curtains. Indistinctly, he saw a shadow flash by.

"Fuck!" Si Yingjie sat up suddenly, "Who?"

He turned on the light, and the bright light immediately filled the room, causing his eyes to hurt slightly, and he barely managed to see a crack.

No one was there.

"Brother Yingjie?" Someone knocked on the door next door.

Si Yingjie was startled and said embarrassedly: "Nothing, I had a nightmare."

"Open the door." She said.

Si Yingjie scratched his head, put on his pajamas, and opened the bolt on the side.

Jian Jing immediately came in and looked around vigilantly: "What happened?"

"Nothing, I had a nightmare." Si Yingjie waved his hand and pretended to be indifferent, "You should go back. You are not sleeping in the middle of the night. Be careful that your skin will get worse."

Jian Jing: "You are lying."

Si Yingjie: "..."

"Did you see a ghost?" She guessed wildly.

Si Yingjie's heart skipped a beat and he collapsed in the chair: "When I was sleeping, I felt like someone was looking at me, but when I turned on the light, there was nothing."

Jian Jing said "Huh" softly.

"It should be my eyesight." He comforted himself, "The curtain was blown by the wind, and there was a shadow on the wall. I saw it wrongly."

Jian Jing looked at him and kindly didn't expose him: "It seems so, the window is not closed tightly." She walked to the window and pretended to pull the shutter, "That's it."

"Yeah, you go back. If Mucheng knows that you came to my room in the middle of the night, he will nag about us." Si Yingjie opened the side door and asked her to go out.

However... "What are you nagging about?" Kang Mucheng stood in Jian Jing's room and asked in confusion.

Si Yingjie instinctively clarified: "It's not what you think!"

After saying that, he realized something was wrong and his expression became strange.

As a friend for many years, Kang Mucheng saw through his complaints and rubbed his forehead: "It's not what you think."

Only Jian Jing didn't understand at all and laughed: "Brother Yingjie had a nightmare, Mr. Kang, you sleep with him, good night."

She yawned and locked the two men in the next room.

The bolt was on the door.

"I know you're here," she said. "Come out and let's talk."

No one paid any attention.

"Well, this can't be considered an intense way."

Jian Jing turned on the diopter.

She could only use this black technology during a mission.

The complicated architectural lines appeared, presenting different visual effects, but she was wrong this time. There was no obvious mezzanine in her room.

She thought for a moment, tore off a page of the notebook, scribbled two words and threw them on the bed, then picked up her phone and went outside.

The wall lights outside had gone out, and the thick darkness spread to every corner.

Jian Jing went straight to the right, passed the staircase, and reached the end of the corridor. This is directly above the library on the second floor. She visited it yesterday. It is a beautiful mirror room.

It is said that this was the dressing room of a certain countess. It was equipped with three large mirrors. She changed at least a dozen sets of clothes every day, showing her most beautiful side at all times.

In order to prevent the mirror image from disturbing her vision, Jian Jing did not turn on the light and walked in in the dark.

Under the perspective, she saw many strange grooves embedded in the upper part of the wall, and many irregular protrusions above the mirror, which were all blocked by the wall and could not be seen from the outside.

Mechanism.

She moved the mirror and found that when different mirror surfaces slid across the track, the magnets (?) hidden behind would absorb different brass decorations, like a specially made large key.

Moreover, it was not just one mirror, the other two sides had the same design.

In other words, a specific pattern of movement and a specific arrangement of mirrors are required to open the passage.

How do you spell the Saar family in English?

Or, Winter?

No, letters or numbers are difficult to translate into the mechanical structure of a mirror.

Jian Jing simply turned on the light and searched for clues in the mirror room.

After many years, the gorgeous clothes in the mirror room were gone, and only the portrait of the countess was still hanging on the wall.

She faced the audience with her left side, her hands on the dressing table, and the mirror on the table reflected her face. She was wearing a white court dress, embellished with lace, pearls, gems and feathers.

Jian Jing stood still and carefully observed every detail of the portrait.

Soon, the intermediate observation card gave her a surprise.

On the clothes reflected in the mirror of the dressing table, there were a few more gems than in reality, long, short, medium, long, medium. And the direction of the gems was parallel to the middle wall.

She adjusted the length of the three mirrors and moved them in sequence.

A ray of cold wind drilled in.

At the bottom of the closet, the wooden board was moved away at some point, and a hole appeared in the closet.

She turned on the flashlight and ducked in.

The figure disappeared with the stairs.

The mechanism closed, and the mirror slid back to its original position silently.

The next day, Jian Jing did not appear.

Large flakes of cotton-like snow fell from the sky, and the road leading to the town was completely blocked, even snowmobiles had difficulty crossing. There were also certain problems with the power supply equipment, and the heating could never be turned on.

The old fireplace came in handy again.

The firewood was stuffed into the stove and ignited, and the bright red flames rose, which not only raised the temperature, but also dispelled some of the haze in the heart.

For some reason, the guests seemed to be avoiding each other, no longer gathering together to chat, and preferred to stay alone in the room.

Kang Mucheng found Leo, who was accompanying Melanie in the bedroom, and said, "Can we talk?"

Leo looked at Melanie inquiringly. She nodded: "I'm fine, you go."

He walked out of the room, and without waiting for Kang Mucheng to ask, he said: "I hope you are not here to ask me something because of Jane's request."

However, Kang Mucheng did not mention any privacy, but told the truth: "Last night, my friend said that someone was watching him."

Leo was stunned, and then asked: "Is he scared? Does Mary need to give him a sedative?"

"He's fine, he thought he was seeing things." Kang Mucheng said, "Leo, you know my character, I'm not interested in other people's privacy, but Jingjing - that is, Jane, she asked me, what if the other party's goal is not only Melanie, but also you?"

He asked: "Can you guarantee me that the hidden secret will not harm your life?"