This actor is full of tricks.

After leaving the girl's house, Lin Jue kept asking about the wedding, such as why girls have to get married when they turn 23, and why the brother had that expression.

Dazhu refused to say anything and just brushed it off by saying that he would know when he went to the wedding tomorrow.

Unable to get an answer, Lin Jue could only guess in his mind. He guessed that it was God's order that girls had to get married at the age of 23, and the young man's expression probably meant that the happy event in this village was not a good thing.

"Does it mean that as long as you have a wedding, you will die? They say marriage is the grave of love. Could it be that in this village, as long as you get married, you will really enter the grave?"

"So hanging white lanterns and white silk is an early funeral?"

Lin Jue followed Dazhu back step by step, and he saw a familiar figure on the way.

It was the kind taxi driver. He looked hurried and pale, and was heading in another direction under the guidance of a villager.

That direction is the witch's home. Did something happen to this kind driver?

Lin Jue paused, thought about it and decided not to follow. He had changed his appearance now and the other party did not recognize him. If he still looked the same as before, the driver would definitely have a good chat with him.

We will be in the village anyway, so there will always be a chance for us to meet.

When they got home, Dazhu went straight to the kitchen to cook. Lin Jue looked at his busy back and his impression of him changed a little.

Although this man appeared to be extremely greedy for money, judging from his series of actions today, he did not seem to be an unforgivable villain.

At least the concern and worry shown for the bride's brother didn't seem fake.

Walking back to the room along the stairs, as soon as he entered the door, Lin Jue noticed that the raincoat that was originally hanging on the mirror had fallen to the side, and a bloody handprint appeared on the originally clean mirror surface.

In addition, there were some bloody footprints on the floor, scattered around the room, as if a person covered in blood was looking for something in the room while he was away.

His heart sank, and he hurried to the raincoat. The shop owner was still inside. When he saw him come back, he took the initiative to emerge and whispered, "Boy, there really is something in that mirror!"

"What do you see?" Lin Jue looked at the mirror. His figure was reflected in the mirror, and he was looking at the real him through a layer of glass.

"A woman with disheveled hair, scarier than the ghosts in those horror movies." The old man's face turned pale as he recalled the scene he had just witnessed. "After she emerged from the mirror, she kept pacing around the room, wailing something like 'Give my child back to me!'"

My child, give it back to me?

Lin Jue walked to the mirror, stretched out a finger and touched it. This mirror was not a strange weapon, just an ordinary mirror. It seemed that hiding in the mirror was the strange ability.

The legend of the mirror ghost is spread everywhere, so it is not surprising that a monster with such ability appears.

Lin Jue pondered and said, "Then what?"

"That was all. She just walked around and went back when she didn't see anyone." The old man replied angrily, "Kid, don't leave me hanging. I'm alone..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Jue picked up the raincoat and hung it on the mirror again: "Uncle, I didn't hang you up because you said I was holding a grudge, but I thought it was not easy for you to meet a girl, and I wanted you to communicate with her."

"I'm over seventy years old, why should I communicate with others about my feelings?!" The old man felt that he would be pissed off to death by this guy sooner or later.

After lunch, Lin Jue went for a stroll in the village again and memorized the terrain of the village.

He didn't find any strange buildings, and the so-called god and his minions didn't seem to live in this village.

"Could it be that they're remotely controlled through some kind of strange device, just like the dean did?" "Or are they hiding in those coffins?"

He looked up at the mountain wall at the entrance, where black coffins were hanging. He had heard noises coming from the black coffins when he was going down the mountain before. He wondered if an animal had gotten in or if there was something else hidden inside.

He really wanted to open the coffins and take a look, but they were all hanging on the cliffs and there was no place to stand, so he had no way to open them.

When he returned to his residence, he heard crackling sounds coming from upstairs.

Is that the guy in the mirror again?
Lin Jue rushed upstairs, ready to catch the culprit in the act, but the guy upstairs was not the one in the mirror, but Dazhu.

The other person was wearing a gown and a mask, and was cleaning up the garbage on the second floor with a broom.

"Thank you for your hard work, big brother." Lin Jue greeted him. The garbage had been piled here for a long time, so why did he only remember to clean it up now?
"These are all garbage left by the previous tenants. No one has lived in my house for a long time since the last tenant left, so I was too lazy to clean it up."

"I seldom come up,"

Before Lin Jue asked, Dazhu started explaining. This behavior made it seem like he was trying to cover up something. There was so much garbage piled up there, how could it be discovered only today?

It felt like these rubbish were meant to cover up something, but after Lin Jue moved in, Dazhu might have been worried about arousing suspicion, so he took the initiative to clean it up again.

"Let me help you." Lin Jue walked over and tried to snatch the broom from Dazhu's hand.

"No, no," Dazhu quickly evaded, his reaction somewhat vehemently: "Just go and rest, and leave these to me."

This reaction is a bit too big. Is he afraid of being discovered?

Is there something shameful in this garbage?
Lin Jue silently glanced at the garbage on the ground. Most of them were snack and instant noodle bags, and some women's personal items. Only a dozen empty bags were left.

"Is there a woman living in the house upstairs? But how long has she lived there? This thing is only used a few days a month, how could it possibly produce so many packaging bags?"

"This is at least half a year's supply. It feels like a woman who has lived here all her life would use so much. She's definitely not an outsider. Is she Dazhu's wife? Or his daughter?"

"If it's true, then where did that woman go?"

He was a little puzzled and glanced at the locked door on the right: "Brother, what is that room for? Why is it locked?"

Dazhu lowered his head and carefully cleaned up the garbage: "It's just a storage room..."

His broom swept up a sanitary napkin bag. He suddenly stopped talking and looked up at Lin Jue.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jue pretended to understand nothing.

"It's okay." Dazhu lowered his head again, shook his head, and covered the bag with a broom.

"Then I'll go and rest first." Lin Jue said thank you for your hard work, went into the house and closed the door.

There must be something in that locked room.

Could it be a woman's corpse?

Did this Dazhu kill his wife or some other woman, hide the body in that room, and use garbage to cover up the stench?
(End of this chapter)