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Ziya organized his thoughts: the landlady—Death's Twin Sisters—the younger sister of Severe Cold—the Villa Owner—and the Woman in Black at the Graveyard—the Woman's Face in the Window Glass. "Well, I don't know. They say that whoever sees that woman will continue to die." Severe Cold started the car and began to reverse, suddenly noticing that the people gathered around his house surged forward to block his path.
"What do they want?" Ziya asked anxiously.
"They want to chase you back," he said, glancing at Ziya and giving her a quick wink. Understanding his cue, Ziya hurriedly crouched down beneath the car seat as the vehicle sped toward the crowd.
Seeing the car rushing toward them, the gathered people scattered in all directions. Ziya poked her head out from under the seat and turned to watch as the figures gradually shrank into small black dots in the distance.
"How do you know I won't leave?" Ziya asked, looking ahead at the increasingly narrow path.
"I have foresight. Do you believe it?" he replied without turning around, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You must be joking!" Ziya retorted. Then she continued, "When did this situation start here? Why are the villagers afraid of that mysterious woman?"
"I don't know. They're just afraid of a mysterious woman, and ever since she appeared here, strange things have been happening. But no one has seen what she looks like; they only saw her sitting in Li Darwen's car when she arrived. Beyond that, no one knows."
"Could it be that she went home alone, or maybe Li Darwen took her away?" Ziya murmured, her gaze fixed on the darkening path ahead.
"By the way, do you dare to stay here alone?" Severe Cold suddenly asked as he turned on the headlights.
"Uh..." Ziya hesitated. To be honest, she really wouldn't dare to stay here by herself, but what other choice did she have?
"I can drop you off in the morning and pick you up at dusk, how does that sound?" Severe Cold knew he couldn't always be by Ziya's side; he had to help his father with work, his mother was lost in her thoughts, and his grandmother needed care.
"Um, I... okay!" Ziya thought that as long as she wasn't here at night, it should be fine. After all, she couldn't possibly keep a grown man tied to her side!
With the arrangement made, Ziya waved her hand casually at Severe Cold as he backed the car away. He watched her enter the front door of the living room before driving off.
At that moment, Ziya felt extremely conflicted. Earlier, they had entered this mysterious villa together, but now she was alone, naturally feeling anxious. She glanced around at the furnishings in the hall and walked upstairs.
Just as she reached the corridor on the second floor, Ziya suddenly heard a chirping sound coming from somewhere. Following the sound, she discovered it was coming from the second-floor Living Room.
Cautiously entering the Living Room, Ziya saw a round bird's nest on the sofa, with a fluffy chick trembling on the ground, peeping with its soft yellow beak.
"Wow! So cute." Ziya quickly squatted down and gently picked up the chick, placing it back into the nest. Just then, a gust of wind rushed from behind her head. Startled, she turned just in time to see a large Brown Feathered Bird swooping down towards her head.
In a panic, Ziya quickly darted out of the Living Room. Upon exiting, she noticed that the iron door leading to the corridor was wide open. She wondered if she had forgotten to close it when she left last time. She walked over and pulled the door shut before turning into another room that looked like a study.
The study was filled with books, which had accumulated a thick layer of dust due to neglect. In the center of the room stood a small round table covered with scattered papers.
Ziya reached for one of the papers. The moment her fingertips touched it, information flooded into her mind; the paper felt damp and fragile—if she applied even a little more pressure, it would crumble to dust.
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