Xiaolan turned her head to look at Yirel. The woman's well-maintained face seemed to have many wrinkles instantly, and her entire face was as white as a dead person.
what is going on?
Xiaolan's hands were trembling slightly. She reached out and hugged the lonely head on the ground.
Turned over.
This face.
Xiaolan's fingers shook suddenly, and her head, soaked in blood and muddy water, almost fell to the ground.
This is the head that appeared on his bed!
The same blond hair, the same wide-open eyes, the same eyes full of confusion.
Xiaolan gasped and tried her best to calm down her mood.
Why?
Why……
"Is...is she her?" Xiaolan looked up at Yirel. From Yirel's eyes, she could see that her face was probably frighteningly pale at this time, "The girl you are talking about..."
Yirel closed his eyes and nodded heavily, "The maid who lived with her said that she never went back last night."
Xiaolan carefully placed her head on the neck of the blonde girl. There was only a little blood on her hands. To be precise, there was not much blood on the ground. Most of the blood was on the front of the girl's clothes. side.
If the head is cut off, will only this little blood come out?
"Doctor Sowan should be arriving soon." Yrel suddenly said.
Xiaolan nodded and stood up holding her knees, feeling that the strength in her body seemed to disappear completely like the blood in the girl's body.
"You... aren't you going to say something?" Yirel didn't look at Xiaolan and just said without starting or ending.
"I..." Xiaolan didn't quite understand what she meant, "If you ask me, maybe we should send a letter to the master and tell him about this."
Yirel shook his head with a painful expression, and after a while he whispered, "Didn't you see her?"
"What do you mean?" Xiaolan glanced at the female corpse on the ground, "I saw it."
Yrel sighed, "I mean, didn't you see her last night?"
"last night?"
Xiaolan reacted.
Yrel knew that he had been to this tower last night, and by then, the girl was probably dead.
"I didn't see her," Xiaolan tried her best to suppress her emotions and defended. "When I came here last night, there was no one here, and I didn't go around to the back of the tower to look at it at all."
Yirel lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Really?"
Xiaolan's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.
She was doubting herself.
She glanced at the servants surrounding her, all of whom were desperately avoiding her eyes.
They are all doubting themselves.
"What do you mean?" Xiaolan sneered, "Do you think I killed this girl?"
ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
"Do you have evidence?" Xiaolan asked through gritted teeth.
Yirel still lowered his head and shook it slightly, "I didn't mean that."
The rain was still falling, and there was no umbrella above Xiaolan's head. Like the female corpse on the ground, her hair was stuck tightly to her cheeks.
The two sides faced off for a long time.
Finally, a strange shout rang out not far away, "Miss Yrel!..."
A man's voice approached, "Miss Yirel? What happened?..."
On the other side of the minaret, a short and thin figure appeared. The servant held an umbrella and chased after him. The man stumbled over with his bag in hand, regardless of the rain in the sky.
This person should be the doctor.
The two curls of mustache on Dr. Sovan's lips were also wet from the rain. He saw the corpse on the ground and exclaimed, "Oh my god, why..."
"Dr. Suowan, thank you for your hard work." Yirel quickly held the umbrella in his hand above the doctor's head. "We are really sorry to bother you in this kind of weather... But the current situation..."
"We can't let this child lie here forever. Quick, move her to a place where she can't get wet first."
Dr. Sovan spoke, and several of the servants began to move slowly. After a while, everyone moved to the tower where the sundries were stored.
The doctor checked the scars on the neck of the female corpse, stood up with a frown, and suddenly saw Xiaolan standing behind him, "This is Mr. New..."
"The tutor," Yirel answered first, "is the tutor of Lily and Moses."
"Tutor? Oh, that's it..."
The doctor smiled and shook hands with Xiaolan.
"There is no doubt." After the doctor let go of his hand, he quickly changed back to a serious doctor. "This child was first strangled to death by someone with both hands, and then his head was cut off after death."
"Is that why she lost so little blood?" Xiaolan ignored the eyes of others and squatted next to the female corpse, examining the red and purple handprints on her broken neck.
When he was outside just now, he didn't see clearly. As expected, there were two obvious strangulation marks on the neck of the female corpse.
"In fact... even if someone was decapitated after death, the amount of blood found so far is too small." The doctor dusted off the dust on his hands, "So I tend to think that the child was decapitated after death. People were thrown here.”
Dump the body!
Yrel looked stunned.
"Doctor, can you tell the time of her death?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.
The doctor looked down at the large, dull eyes of the female corpse and said, "Considering that rainy days may affect judgment, the estimated time may not be very accurate. Preliminary estimates suggest that eight to twelve of the children have died. It's almost eight o'clock, so she was killed between eight o'clock and twelve o'clock last night."
Among the servants around, a red-haired girl with a few freckles on her face stood up, "Last night... last night when we completed the cleaning work on the first floor, it was already ten o'clock..."
"Are you the last person to see her?" the doctor asked the red-haired girl.
The girl glanced at Xiaolan timidly, lowered her head again, and stammered, "Ten o'clock...after ten o'clock, I went back to the room...she...she went to clean the basement...today... No, it was yesterday... yesterday it was her turn to clean, and after that... I didn't see her again, and then... and then..."
"Okay, kid, you did a good job," the doctor patted the red-haired girl on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, you did nothing wrong."
The girl wiped away a tear and stepped back tremblingly.
"So, she should have been killed between ten and twelve o'clock last night." Xiaolan concluded.
The doctor looked at Xiaolan appreciatively and nodded, "Judging from the water infiltration on the surface of the wound, the body was dumped earlier than twelve o'clock. From this point of view, perhaps shortly after ten o'clock, the child was dead." He died an untimely death, and his body was moved here at around eleven o’clock.”
