Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 137 Another one dies

A familiar sound of piano came into the room, and Xiao Wang paused.

This seems to be the sound of Yan Ciwan's piano.

He put down his needle and thread, stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open and looked out. He saw that the window of the guest room opposite the patio was half open. At this moment, Chaolu was sitting by the window studying a medical book.

Due to limited vision, Xiao Wang could not see Yan Ci Wan.

He deliberately left a gap in the window, then sat back in his chair, sewing gloves while listening to the melodious piano music.

Near noon, Fu Bai hurried into Yufengtang.

He asked the inner guard who had been guarding Yufeng Hall, "Yuejin, Xiao Liulang, Ning Ci, and Chao Erniang have been staying in the house and have not gone out, right?"

The inner guard named Yuejin nodded and said, "Yes, I have been guarding here the whole time. They have never stepped out of the door."

Fu Bai confirmed again: "Are you sure? Will they sneak out of the room while you are not paying attention?"

Although the door was locked from the outside, this did not rule out the possibility that they had used some trickery to sneak out.

"This morning, not long after the Grand Master left, Ning Ci was playing the piano in the room, and the sound of the piano never stopped. Chao Erniang was sitting by the window reading a book. Liu Lang also opened the window and looked out twice. I saw all of this with my own eyes."

Yuejin couldn't help but ask when he got to this point.

"Why do you ask? Did something happen at the villa again?"

Fu Bai did not answer the question directly, but said: "The Grand Pavilion has issued an order to take Xiao Liulang, Ning Ci, and Chao Erniang to Guanhai Pavilion immediately."

Although Yuejin had a lot of doubts, as an internal guard he was accustomed to obeying orders. Upon hearing the order from the chief of the pavilion, he took out the key without saying a word, opened the door lock, and asked Yan Ciwan, Xiao Wang, and Chaolu to come out immediately.

Without waiting for Yan Ciwan to ask, Fu Bai said, "Let's go first. I'll explain to you on the way."

So the group of four left Yufengtang in a hurry.

They hurried along the wind and rain corridor to Guanhai Pavilion. On the way, Fu Bai roughly recounted what had happened.

"This morning in Guanhai Pavilion, when the Lian brothers and sisters were rehearsing a puppet show, the eldest brother, Lian Bantian, suddenly fell to the ground and died a few moments later. The initial diagnosis is that he died of poisoning."

Zhaolu was extremely frightened: "Another one died?!"

Yan Ciwan and Xiao Wang had anticipated this.

The real murderer behind the scenes has a clear goal, which is to force those who know the truth to tell the truth about Lingdie Temple twenty years ago. As long as the truth is not revealed, the real murderer will continue to kill. Yan Ciwan had already reminded Chu Wangshan and others yesterday, but they all believed that she was the number one suspect and ignored her warnings at all.

The reason why Yan Ciwan has been playing the piano today is to show that she has been staying in the house all the time and has no possibility of committing a crime, so as to prevent those guys from mistaking her as a suspect again.

Yan Ciwan asked, "Did you find the note left by the murderer on Lian Bantian?"

Fu Bai replied in a deep voice: "There is no clue about Lian Bantian, but his sister found a note on the puppet that Lian Bantian often used. The note said: You have eight days left. There is still a red butterfly behind the note."

When they arrived at Guanhai Pavilion, many people had already gathered in the attic.

Si Buping sat at the upper seat, drinking tea leisurely. Du Lingzhou sat at the upper seat on the left, looking around anxiously. Huai Yan stood behind him, looking very nervous.

The corpse lay on the ground for half a day.

Lian Zhuifang had completely lost her former charm. At this moment, she was kneeling on the ground, tightly holding her brother's right hand, and kept calling out, "Brother, don't sleep, wake up, don't leave me..."

Ah Ping supported Chu Wangshan and stood on the other side of the corpse. Chu Wangshan tried to comfort Lian Zhuifang several times, but she ignored him. Lian Zhuifang was now completely immersed in the world of grief and could not hear anyone's voice.

Feng Wu and Sun Hu from the Sihai Escort Agency watched the scene in front of them in silence, and no one knew what they were thinking.

He Chunzhuo and Fang Zhiyou from Changming Chamber of Commerce were talking in low voices, while Zhou Qi stood beside them and listened quietly.

When the door was pushed open and Fu Bai led Yan Ci Wan, Xiao Wang and Chao Lu in, everyone present turned their heads to look at them at the same time.

Yan Ciwan completely ignored everyone's gaze and strode to Lian Bantian's body. He saw that his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, his face was pale, his expression was ferocious, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

She murmured, "If Fu Xue is included, this should be the third one."

Lian Zhuifang stared at her with red eyes and asked fiercely: "Did you kill my brother?"

At this moment, Lian Zhuifang's mind was completely occupied by hatred. Once she confirmed that Yan Ciwan was the real murderer, Lian Zhuifang would immediately pounce on her and tear her into pieces.

Yan Ciwan said calmly: "You have already formed a preconceived notion. You won't believe anything I say."

After saying this, she looked at Fu Bai who was standing next to her and motioned for him to speak.

Fu Bai stepped forward and repeated what Yue Jin had said before everyone present. He concluded by saying, "Ning Ci has been staying in Yu Feng Hall. She didn't have time to commit the crime."

Lian Zhuifang asked hoarsely: "If it wasn't Ning Ci, who else could it be?"

Yan Ciwan asked back: "Shouldn't you ask yourself this? Why did a fire break out in Lingdie Temple 20 years ago? Why did the monks in the temple die?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lian Zhuifang felt as if someone had grabbed her throat tightly. She froze in place and couldn't make a sound.

Yan Ciwan looked around at the other people present. Whether it was the three people from Changming Chamber of Commerce or the two people from Sihai Escort Agency, they all avoided her sight.

Finally, she looked at Chu Wangshan, the owner of the manor, and said seriously.

"I said yesterday that the murderer would not stop until he achieved his goal, but you didn't believe it. Now another one is dead. Who will be the next? You? Or them?"

Yan Ciwan raised his hand and pointed at the five people from Changming Chamber of Commerce and Sihai Escort Agency.

The five people's expressions changed at the same time.

Sun Hu, who had the most impatient temper, was the first to lose his patience. He drew the sword from his waist and shouted ferociously.

"Who on earth is behind this? Stand up! What's the point of playing dirty tricks? Come and fight me face to face if you're brave enough!"

No one present responded.

Yan Ciwan's gaze swept from Sun Hu to Chu Wangshan and asked word by word.

"At this point, you still won't tell the truth?"

Chu Wangshan's face was paler than that of ordinary people due to his illness. At this moment of stimulation, his face looked even uglier. His bloodless lips trembled slightly, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word.

"The fire at Lingdie Temple was indeed an accident."

Yan Ciwan stared at him steadily: "If it was really just an accident, why would someone come to seek revenge on you twenty years later?"

Chu Wangshan lowered his head and coughed violently, and even coughed up blood. Then he closed his eyes and fainted.

(End of this chapter)