Whoa, They Even Dig Up Ghosts' Gossip!... (continued)

Wen Feiran tentatively walked over and used a fork to pick up the mouse's tiny heart, only to discover that it was made with berry jam.

"..." He still couldn't eat, preferring to choose the worst kind of food.

Despite the table full of delicious food, they ate with grimaces on their faces, going through a fierce internal struggle before finally managing to put the food in their mouths.

After finishing his meal, Zou Yuxing patted his round belly and slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while before suddenly blurting out, "I'm sleepy."

Eat, sleep, sleep, eat... Wen Feiran thought of a certain creature, but this strong mental fortitude was also quite enviable.

Wen Feiran glanced at Gu Suian beside her, worried that he might become suspicious, and dutifully played the role of a maid. "Earl, I'll take you back to rest."

Zou Yuxing looked delighted. "We have a place to sleep?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Wen Feiran winking at him, and realizing the problem, he changed his tone, "Of course, Detective, we've also prepared a room for you in advance."

Gu Suian's lips curled slightly, making it impossible to discern any true emotion from his expression. "Okay, thank you."

They walked straight ahead, Wen Feiran pushed open the door, judging the identity of the room's owner based on the interior decoration.

As an earl, Zou Yuxing's room was the most luxurious. He stared at it, his eyes wide, and walked in without looking back, falling onto the bed in freefall, bouncing twice.

Wen Feiran silently closed the door for him, and when she turned around, her eyes met Gu Suian's.

In a flash, Wen Feiran remembered Gu Suian's words, her ears turned red, and she quickly looked away.

Gu Suian, as a distinguished guest invited by the Earl, had a very nice room, but the remaining five people were in a worse situation. Meng Zizheng and Meng Jingxiu, both male servants, had to squeeze into the same room.

Wen Feiran's room was located at the end of the corridor. It contained only a bed and a table, a few simple pieces of furniture. He wasn't picky; for him, having a place to sleep was enough.

As night deepened, after they returned to their rooms, the entire castle fell into a profound silence, the atmosphere so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

After Wen Feiran finished washing up, she returned and suddenly found a glass of milk on the table with a note underneath: For the detective.

He stood there, stunned, the color slowly fading from his face.

He was absolutely certain he had locked the door before going to the restroom. How could this glass of milk have appeared on his table out of nowhere? Had someone come in?

A gust of cold air blew in from somewhere, and Wen Feiran couldn't help but shiver. The chill climbed up her spine step by step, like a slippery snake already flicking its tongue.

Wen Feiran's pupils constricted, and she rushed out with the cup in her hand. No matter what, this room was no longer safe.

The moment he closed the door, the woodpecker alarm clock on the wall suddenly went off, triggering a chain reaction that drove all the woodpeckers in the rooms into a frenzy, vibrating incessantly.

*****

Wen Feiran strode across the corridor and stopped in front of Gu Suian's room. Driven by his inner fear, he knocked on the door more and more forcefully.

Just a second later, the door opened, and the moment he saw Gu Suian, it was as if a pair of gentle hands had caressed his heart, dispelling all fear and chill.

Wen Feiran let out a long breath, finally coming back to life, and smiled again. "Detective, here's your milk."

Gu Suian's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds before she stepped aside. "Come in."

Wen Feiran was taken aback. Although she was puzzled, she still went inside.

The door closed, shutting out the prying eyes and fear from the outside. Gu Suian gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Wen Feiran.

In stark contrast to his simple room, the chair was carved with intricate patterns and had soft cushions.

Wen Feiran sat up, slowly regaining his strength and recovering from the panic he had just experienced. Gu Suian seemed to hand him something, which he instinctively took and drank in small sips.

When Wen Feiran came to her senses, she realized that he was holding a milk cup.

"This wasn't specially delivered to Gu Suian, so why did he drink it?"

Gu Suian seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and smiled gently, "I'm allergic to milk."

... lie

As a fan of Gu Suian, and having read so many of his interviews in order to write fanfiction, how could Wen Feiran not know this?

Wait, could it be that the detective is allergic to milk? That's a clue too.

Wen Feiran's expression immediately changed. Realizing that the two belonged to different camps, she treated Gu Suian with politeness and wariness.

Gu Suian's smile seemed to carry a hint of helplessness, but when Wen Feiran looked closely, he had returned to his usual demeanor.

Wen Feiran's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to ask a question when a piercing scream rang out from outside the door.

He felt as if his heart was being squeezed, his pupils constricted, Gu Suian immediately pressed down on his shoulder, his warm palm pulling Wen Feiran out of his fear.

"Fine."

Gu Suian gave him a look, stood up and walked out. Wen Feiran watched his back and regained her sense of security.

Gu Suian stood at the door, listened for a few seconds, then turned to look at Wen Feiran, his expression becoming more serious.

Wen Feiran also realized that the screams were not a horror sound effect deliberately set up by the director, but came from Meng Jingxiu, a living person, who must have encountered something.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Feiran gritted her teeth and nodded.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, then opened the door a crack to observe the situation outside.

But the person living across the street forcefully pulled open the door from the inside, Zou Yuxing, with blond hair, stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, looking around carefree.

Wen Feiran: "..."

Zou Yuxing is practically the nemesis of fear; with him around, the suffocating atmosphere vanishes.