According to what Zhang Que’er said later, she had seen the bodies of the two big n in Long Yuanyuan’s room, which ant that this long box had beco ownerless, but it was also uncertain if the box had another owner.
Mr. Yu was unable to clear himself of suspicion, so Chu Qi found a rope, tied him to the bed, and dispatched two sailors to guard the door, while he continued the investigation.
Jiang Shouzhong didn’t follow him and prepared instead to return to his own room.
As he passed a guest room, he suddenly heard a light breeze by his ear, and a door abruptly opened.
Imdiately afterward, a slender, snow-white wrist shot out from within the room, grasping Jiang Shouzhong’s sleeve accurately and pulling him into the room.
The room was dimly lit, revealing a young maiden.
It was the fortune-telling maiden.
Her first words upon seeing Jiang Shouzhong were, "How are you still alive, weren’t you supposed to be dead?"
Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know how to respond for a mont.
Was this girl crazy? Saying such unlucky words upon eting soone.
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong staring at her without speaking, the maiden waved her jade-like hand in front of him, "Don’t you rember ? We t in the Capital, I did a reading for you back then. Wait, what was your na? It’s Jiang sothing, right."
"I rember you, what is it?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked.
The maiden was at a loss for words, her expression sowhat awkward, "Well... It’s nothing really, I was just surprised to see you. Because my father said that you... never mind, never mind, it seems he was mistaken. Oh, my surna is Leng, and my given na is a single character, Jing, you can just call Leng Jing."
The maiden’s smile was brimming with charm, and the sparkle in her eyes displayed an agile spirit.
Leng Jing?
That na... is interesting.
Jiang Shouzhong greeted her politely, "Hello, I am Jiang Mo. If there is nothing else, I will be leaving now."
Seeing the man about to leave, Leng Jing felt a bit stunned, feeling as if she appeared as an ill on in his eyes, to be avoided at all costs.
The maiden quickly said, "Wait a mont, you still owe two pieces of silver."
Jiang Shouzhong looked at her with a puzzled gaze, "I paid you back then, didn’t your father refuse it?"
"Well... that was my father not wanting it, but I didn’t say I didn’t want it."
Leng Jing fully displayed the persistent nagging typical of daughters, extending her fair little hand, "Anyhow, I did a reading for you, cast divination, and you should pay up, it’s my hard-earned money."
"You’re crazy."
Jiang Shouzhong turned and left.
——
In the room, Mr. Yu looked troubled, sighing deeply from ti to ti.
If only he had known, he would never have boarded this damned ship.
Now, not only had he beco a murder suspect, but he also couldn’t keep the theft a secret. Even if he was later absolved of the murder, the cri of theft would likely be inescapable.
A future once bright, ruined by greed.
With these thoughts, Mr. Yu couldn’t help but wet his garnt with tears, sinking into deep self-reproach and regret.
"Hee hee."
Suddenly, a strange laugh appeared out of nowhere in the room.
Mr. Yu looked up and in an instant his eyes widened, a chill running from his feet up his spine.
Looking around the room, there was now a woman dressed in white.
The woman was floating off the ground, hovering eerily, her appearance made even more sinister by the flickering candlelight in the room.
Mr. Yu’s lips trembled in fright; he wanted to shout, but his throat seed blocked, unable to make a sound.
Suddenly, the woman crouched on the floor.
Before Mr. Yu could react, her body bizarrely flipped over.
Sounds of bones misaligning cracked and popped like dry branches snapping in the cold wind, grating and alarming.
The woman’s legs and arms, in a blink, contorted like a spider spinning webs, their flexibility extre and unnatural as they twisted and pressed against the floor, her form grotesque and chilling.
Her head first tilted back slowly, almost aligning with her torso, and then suddenly twisted forward, rotating to such an extent it defied imagination, until she was facing Mr. Yu.
A long tail had even appeared at her rear, swaying gently.
"Hee hee..."
At that mont, the woman in white resembled a mutated rat, scrambling on the floor with legs and hands, rushing toward Mr. Yu.
Mr. Yu was petrified, his heart almost stopping.
Fear and helplessness interwoven, nearly smothering him.
But the woman in white did not harm him, instead, she crawled onto him, her lips with whiskers slightly parting as she chuckled, "Little rat I am, I’ve co to repay a debt."
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