After reading about the tragedy at the Luo Residence, I felt a chill even in broad daylight.
A household of forty people, thirty-nine corpses-what kind of scene would that have been?
No wonder all those hundred-odd people had vomited. I reckoned the sight back then had simply been more than a human could bear.
Seventh Master frowned after reading it too, even more deeply than I did.
A residence where so many people had died-just how sinister must it have been? A haunted house to the thirty-ninth power...
"When I heard the report from the people who came back, I was badly frightened too."
As we picked up our tea, Boss Lin said, "What happened at the Luo Residence was over a hundred years ago. There's no record of it even in the local county gazetteer. Fortunately, the Luo Family was a wealthy household, and the incident caused such a local sensation that the story was passed down."
"The people I sent spent a week making inquiries before they learned this story."
No wonder some details in the documents were either left undescribed or described vaguely. After all, this was something passed down by word of mouth.
Curious, I asked Boss Lin, "Only thirty-nine bodies were found back then, and Luo Xiuzhu was missing. Was she dead or alive?"
Boss Lin shook his head. "That's unclear. They say nobody knew whether Luo Xiuzhu was dead or alive. Nobody found her back then, so some people said she had probably died. After all, she was only nine when the Luo Residence massacre happened."
"If a nine-year-old child had run away, she would have had little chance of surviving in those days."
The more I heard, the more familiar it sounded.
Why did this account of Luo Xiuzhu's uncertain fate sound so