Chapter 15 The Pearl

Just as Xia Meng was about to continue speaking, the fatty trembled and took out a piece of cloth from his chest.

Xia Meng stared at him, puzzled.

She looked at the cloth, with its rough stitches, and it seemed very familiar. After a moment, she realized that it was the cloth that was placed next to the pillow on the bed.

Every bed had one.

Probably because the wooden pillows were too hard, those who weren't used to them could use the cloth as a cushion.

But at this moment, the fatty was opening the cloth layer by layer, and there was obviously something inside.

Chen Qiang, An Xuan, and Xia Meng all stared at it, especially the latter, who looked like she couldn't wait to rush up and help him open it.

Gradually, a round pearl appeared in his hand.

He held the pearl in both hands, as if he was cherishing a work of art. The pearl radiated a smooth luster. The only flaw was that there were some broken marks on one side.

It looked like it had been inlaid on a piece of jewelry before being forcibly broken off.

"This is..."

"She gave it to me." Not hearing Jiang Cheng stop him, the fatty looked at the maidservant in the painting and said slowly, "It fell off when I moved her body."

This was not a very coherent sentence, but at this moment, spoken by the fatty, it was inexplicably convincing.

After all... the scene that appeared in the painting would not lie.

There must be some kind of connection between this fatty and that maidservant that they didn't yet understand.

A very close connection.

Xia Meng stared at the pearl in the fatty's hand, but she didn't plan to touch it. With the mission nearing its end, she had to be cautious.

She was worried that after touching the pearl, the fatty in the painting... might turn into her.

"This looks like it fell off of some jewelry." An Xuan raised his head and said to the fatty, "It should be a hint left by the maidservant for you."

An Xuan deliberately didn't use the term "little beggar" to describe the girl, because he was worried about stimulating the fatty.

But what he didn't know was that the latter didn't care.

In his eyes, the one who had helped him, trusted him, and even took the initiative to ask him for steamed buns... was that little beggar.

After thinking for a moment, An Xuan suddenly said, "Let's go." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. The others were obviously stunned.

"Where are you going?" Chen Qiang asked subconsciously.

"The attic."

Jiang Cheng was the second to move. When he passed Chen Qiang, he said.

Young Master Huang's attic contained a lot of women's jewelry, and the owners of these jewelry were obviously Xuan Ji.

The little beggar was caught and beaten to death after going to Young Master Huang's attic. Her body was simply moved to the courtyard afterwards.

It seemed that Steward Zhou and the others put on this show, in addition to wanting to provoke them into taking action, also to divert their attention from the attic.

After all... too many secrets were hidden there.

An Xuan had also found the real ancient book in the attic.

And the only time a ghost appeared during the day was on the bed in the attic. Shi Liaozhi even paid the price of his life for his stupid behavior.

Thinking of this, everyone no longer hesitated. The group took advantage of the night to arrive near Young Master Huang's attic.

It was quiet here, but this kind of quiet made people panic.

"Don't go through the door." Xia Meng squatted near the wall and said softly, "Follow me, I know a broken wall that we can climb over."

Everyone tacitly followed behind her. Xia Meng walked in front, and An Xuan was at the back.

Jiang Cheng followed behind the fatty, silent all the way.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, the group climbed over the broken wall. The sound of landing was almost negligible. An Xuan lowered his body and looked around warily.

The importance of tonight to them was self-evident: life or death.

But the same was true for Steward Zhou and the others. Since they also knew the importance of the attic, why wasn't anyone left to guard it?

He didn't think it was an oversight.

People who could spend years, or even longer, laying out a plan wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

The only explanation was that there was a conspiracy.

Could the things in the attic... have been taken away already?

Suddenly, he felt someone touch him. He turned his head, and in the moonlight were a pair of sharp eyes. "Don't be distracted," Xia Meng said in a low voice.

Led by Jiang Cheng, the group came to the window that he, An Xuan, and Shi Liaozhi had previously climbed in through.

Everyone was unsure about the surroundings, so they planned to leave a few people outside to guard, while the people inside would look for clues.

The fatty had to go in. He subconsciously looked at the doctor, who nodded.

"Be careful," Chen Qiang said softly.

The fatty carefully opened a crack in the window and looked inside through the gap. The light was dim, but he could still see something.

Jiang Cheng also quietly came to the position of the adjacent window, opened a crack, and after looking inside for a while, he climbed in.

The first floor was still full of costumes, with only a little light shining in through the cracks. The surrounding shadows were mottled, and the wind occasionally lifted the costumes, as if someone was standing there.

Jiang Cheng's body suddenly stopped. The fatty was near the doctor. He immediately squatted down. He didn't dare to speak, but he was asking with his eyes.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng retracted his gaze and shook his head slightly at the fatty, indicating that everything was fine. Then, he raised his chin, pointing towards the stairs.

Swallowing his saliva, the fatty tiptoed towards the stairs.

When the fatty was no longer paying attention to him, Jiang Cheng's face turned ugly. He turned his head and stared at the clothes rack in the middle of the first floor, and something was flowing in his eyes.

The big red costume that was hanging there before... was gone.

He didn't dare to tell the fatty.

This was definitely not a good thing for him.

The wooden stairs were terribly old. Many parts of the handrail had rotted, and stepping on them made an uncontrollable creaking sound.

In the silent night, this sound was like a death knell.

The second floor. He had arrived.

This place was very unfamiliar to the fatty. He had never been here before, but to Jiang Cheng's surprise, he was not only not unfamiliar, but also seemed to have a strange sense of familiarity with this place.

He pointed to a very large screen opposite, using his eyes to signal the doctor. Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. Behind the screen... was the human skin drum.

Shi Liaozhi had died there.

His gaze scanned the surroundings bit by bit, and a strange feeling fermented in Jiang Cheng's heart. It seemed that some special things had suddenly appeared around him.

But the strange thing was that he looked around and couldn't find the origin of this strange feeling.

But in the next second, Jiang Cheng froze. Cold sweat seeped out, instantly soaking his back, and his pupils suddenly shrank into a slit.

"I saw her building a tall building, good things often go wrong, how many beauties are wrongly matched with mandarin ducks. Husband and wife are arranged in fate, it is difficult to force, how many have a happy and loving ending?"

"How many luanhuang appreciate luanhuang matches? How many purple swallows and orioles mistakenly call the tide? Meeting each other, life's blessings and wisdom are always cultivated together. Ask the heavens, a moment of romance, I am afraid that even if there is no share, it will be difficult to bear."

"But if you get a like-minded child, die in the same cave, live in the same house, then even if you become connected branches and share a tomb, I will be happy..."

A strange opera tune sounded, with twists and turns, mournful and resentful.

Right... next to his ear.