There used to be a group of servants in West Magnolia’s Hudson Manor, where it was so well-maintained that they could have specially designated servants to clean up every piece of leaf. But now, the manor was dead quiet, and only the sound of birds could be heard despite it being the afternoon.
Rachel’s flats stepped on a dry branch. The sound startled her, making her jump.
She laughed at herself as she looked back and saw the branch that had been stomped into three parts behind her.
Despite how people with a clear conscience were supposed to be fearless, Rachel found it ridiculous how she still felt a chill run up her spine even though she didn’t do anything she felt guilty about to the Hudsons. Not to mention that it was still in the middle of the day.
Jefferey, who was executed by the firing squad, might not bother Rachel much, but the bloodied Amber did fall into the river in front of her eyes. Even now, Rachel would occasionally dream about the scene and jolt awake from her sleep.
As she reached the main entrance to the manor, she noticed how tight the seal on the door was.
She then encircled half the yard before she found a broken window in the side yard.
It was necessary for houses to be inhabited, as an unoccupied one was prone to be vandalized and have problems everywhere within the shortest time possible. This was a metaphysical belief.
Now that Rachel had entered the house smoothly, she found Jefferey’s locked study with ease.
Being the upright person that she was, she hesitated for a few seconds before she took a small hairpin from her updo. It became a piece of iron wire after she stretched it out. She had seen people in movies open doors with just a piece of iron wire and she knew the general principle of it, but it was for a fact that she had never done it.
Just as she poked the wire into the keyhole, she heard a ‘click’ and the door was open.
She was stunned for a second as she wondered if she was naturally talented like that, but she instantly understood when she saw the mess in the study.
If nothing else, a burglar had probably gone through this place.
The court had indeed confiscated the valuable furnishings, such as the antiques in the room, but the officers who came from the court to collect the items would not have turned the place into such a mess. They would have sealed off the things that were not worth much. The room, however, looked like a bomb had hit it.
Rachel quickly walked to the whole wall bookcase, and found the switch to the secret room from her memory.
The squeak that ensued was especially clear in the quiet room. Just like six years ago, the door of the bookshelf turned halfway, revealing a dark and discreet secret room.
Even after so long, she still prepared herself for a fright, her emotions already affected. However, she stopped abruptly when she saw the inside of the room.
The candles on the enshrined ‘altar’ had long since gone out, and the black-and-white photo had also disappeared.
Where is it?
The court would have contacted her if they had found these things.
Did the burglar steal from here as well?
Seems impossible, though.
Right when Rachel was deep in her thoughts, her phone suddenly rang, scaring her out of her wits when the sound reverberated throughout the empty space.
Startled, she hit her arm against the side of the table, making her gasp painfully.
While she endured the pain, she took a look at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button when she saw Jolly’s name flashing across her screen. “Hello? You had better have a good reason for calling me!” Rachel growled in a ‘kind’ voice.
“Ugh, what has gotten your panties in a knot?”
“You scared me, you butthead.”
“I was only worried about your safety. Turns out it backfired.” Jolly sighed.
“I probably won’t find anything.” While talking on the phone, Rachel groped around in the dark room but didn’t find anything she was looking for. “There is nothing here. It has been visited by burglars as well.”
“I told you there is a 80% possibility you won’t find anything. People from the court have been here several times before. The people in charge of the confiscation would have noticed if there really was a problem.”
“But my mother’s photo is missing.”
“What?” Jolly murmured before she suddenly let out a startled gasp.
Rachel immediately felt herself shiver when she heard that frightening sound.
“Hello? Jolly? Jolly!”
The call was cut off abruptly right after.
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