Chapter 191: 187 Floating Corpses

On the counter in front of every container, a corresponding name was written, and the notebook recorded the persecution process of each of them in detail.

Milaier was terrified, while Kelake was frowning.

Kelake was finding it hard to distinguish the true situation; according to his previous deductions, the person who took the Peering Shadow of All Things Stone Statue should have been Miss Hela, and it was Miss Hela who performed the exorcism on the deceased Count Bluebeard.

Yet, judging from the evidence at hand, Butler Walunte was the person in the Castle most likely to be able to perform an exorcism.

Could it be that Hela also knew how to use this exorcism technique?

If Hela knew it, where did she learn it from?

If Hela truly knew it, then among the four people in Count Bluebeard's Castle, three already knew how to use this exorcism technique, so... Kelake's gaze could not help but glance toward Milaier.

Kelake's scales regarding Milaier tilted once again toward suspicion; he thought to himself that he could not take Milaier with him right now.

What if he was wrong? Bringing the wrong person meant he was actively bringing danger upon himself.

Thinking of this, Kelake could not help but feel a chill in his heart, suddenly realizing his line of thought was flawed. What kind of muddle-headedness had he committed? On what basis did he assume that the person who wrote the letter asking him to come to the Castle to investigate was necessarily a "good person"?

Perhaps, in the entire Castle, he was the only "good person."

That's right, he should escape alone, leave alone...

"Mr. Kelake, what is wrong?" Seeing Kelake's expression gradually turn very ugly, his eyes still staring fixedly at her, Milaier looked at the other person with some fear.

The young girl's timid tone made Kelake wake up abruptly. Kelake looked at Milaier, his heart complex. The kindness in the depths of his heart told him he could not survive alone and just walk away. Reason also told him that in such extremely harsh weather, he could not escape alone; the only way to survive was to find someone he could unite with, defeat or directly kill the other two people in the Castle, and wait until the weather cleared to leave.

Kelake took a deep breath in secret; the cold air filling his nostrils helped his brain calm down.

Yes, good and evil, right and wrong—considering these now was completely meaningless. Finding a teammate he could cooperate with was the top priority.

"Are you sure Miss Hela is not in her room right now?" Kelake asked again.

"I am sure she is not." Milaier nodded, feeling a bit confused by Kelake's constant, head-scratching questions. "Can we determine who the bad person is now?"

"Not entirely sure yet." Kelake tucked the notebook into his bosom. "More investigation is needed. Let's start by investigating Miss Hela first."

As he spoke, Kelake walked to the wall covered with various torture instruments and weapons, took an axe from it, hesitated slightly, and gave it to Milaier to use, while he himself chose a hammer with some rust spots on its surface.

Milaier took the axe and looked at Kelake with wide, expectant eyes. "Why do we need to carry an axe?"

"For self-defense," Kelake said briefly.

When Milaier appeared before his eyes and he heard Milaier say that Hela had also left her room, Kelake knew that tonight was destined not to be peaceful. Everyone was in action; the murderer who killed Count Bluebeard and the madman who performed the exorcism on the Count's corpse would also act in secret.

It would be fine if he didn't run into them, but if they met head-on, a dangerous encounter was inevitable.

Kelake and Milaier left the secret room. Kelake glanced at the ugly, fat pig lying on the floor and decided not to restore it, leaving just like that.

There was no need to restore it, because someone had already come in, taken the Alien God Stone Statue from the Count's corpse, and the saber on the wall had also been snapped. It stood to reason that the person who entered intended to close the secret passage and trap him and Milaier to death in the secret room, but clearly, this saber, which had been fashioned into a mechanism key, lacked the hardness a normal blade should have. The person wanted to pull it out but couldn't, and in the process of shaking it left and right, they snapped the blade instead.

Milaier clearly also saw the intention of that sinister person and patted her chest in relief: "So close, so lucky."

"Did Butler Walunte do this?" Milaier guessed.

"No." Kelake shook his head. "The blade remaining in the keyhole is drooping downward, which shows it was pulled by a short person. Moreover, Butler Walunte has been doing those things with Count Bluebeard for so many years; it is impossible that he wouldn't know how to close the lock of this secret door and end up breaking the blade."

"So it was Miss Hela!?" Milaier's eyes widened.

Kelake did not answer; this was a question that didn't even need an answer.

There were only four people in the Castle. By process of elimination, anyone could guess who wanted to do evil.

Kelake's hands rubbed against the handle of the hammer. His choice to bring weapons was indeed correct. After all, someone had begun to reveal their murderous intent again; this was now a game of hunter and prey between each other.

Leaving Count Bluebeard's room, the two came to the spacious, gloomy corridor. It was pitch black, just as it had been when they first arrived, but because their hearts were on guard, both felt as if a pair of eyes in the darkness were staring at them.

Under Milaier's lead, Kelake arrived at the door of Miss Hela's room.

Kelake signaled with his eyes, and Milaier understood. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer from inside, so she turned the doorknob.

The door was unlocked and pushed open easily. Kelake kept his attention on the gap of the door at all times; if there was any sign of trouble, he could protect Milaier's personal safety at the first opportunity.

But Kelake had overthought it; there was simply no one inside the room waiting to ambush them.

"Speaking of which, how much do you know about Hela?" Kelake walked into the room, closed the door, and propped a small stool behind it, asking as he did so.

Milaier thought for a moment and said: "Miss Hela is a very beautiful person. She is very good at dressing up and very good at communicating with boys. Someone like me doesn't have such great charm."

"Just that?" Kelake was a bit disappointed; these were all superficial perceptions. He asked, "Her interpersonal relationships, family, friends—does she have any?"

Milaier blinked and said: "I am not very clear about her family, but when I first cooked with her, I complimented her hair. She was very happy and said offhandedly that her mother told her, 'Hair is a woman's signature; one can see a woman's heart from her hair.' I don't quite understand the meaning behind it. However, I know Miss Hela probably doesn't have any friends in the Castle; she usually likes to cook alone."

"If it weren't for Christmas, how many people would normally be in the Castle?"

"Hmm... before I came to the Castle, I heard Butler Walunte say that the Castle had twenty-six servants."

"Twenty-six?" Yu Lianyun frowned upon hearing this number. "Can their identities be confirmed?"

Just a short while ago, at the downstream outlet of the Heishui He in Fengxiang City, citizens discovered twenty-six corpses stuck on a wire mesh, which was extremely eerie and terrifying.

"Just as you guessed, Captain," the reporting Mysterious Investigator said with a grave expression. "They are the twenty-six mental patients and medical workers who went missing in that great fire."