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The ancient mirror was split into many fragments of different sizes by cracks.

My face in the mirror is also divided into many pieces.

I stared at the broken mirror, and the person in the mirror stared at me gloomily.

Coldness spread from the cracks.

"I can help you." I said to the mirror again.

The person in the mirror glanced at me vaguely for a few times. The lens suddenly rippled like water, and the person inside slowly disappeared like sinking into the bottom of the water.

Instead, the vague shadow of a woman emerged.

Each fragment of the mirror is a part of her face and body.

Putting all the pieces together, she is a broken person.

I felt happy.

If the ghosts here can communicate, it will be much easier later.

The broken woman stared at me in the mirror for a long time, her eyes were faint and strange.

It's so quiet in the bathroom that you can hear pin drops.

After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but say a few words: "Hello?"

The woman in the mirror seemed to be frightened, her broken body shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang and the bathroom door slammed shut.

There was a scream from the faucet, and scarlet liquid oozed from the cracks in the tiles.

The woman in the mirror was crying heartbreakingly.

"Why don't you let me go?"

".Give me my photo back"

"Where is your photo? I can get it back for you!" I immediately asked in the mirror.

But the woman in the mirror seemed to be unable to hear her, and was crying to herself.

She hugged her body tightly and curled up in the corner of the mirror.

"Master, can you let me go?"

"I do not want anything"

"I just want to get back on stage"

"Please let me go, Master"

The cry was pitiful, as if every sentence was weeping blood.

The scarlet liquid flowed more and more, almost covering the entire bathroom, and the screaming sound from the faucet never stopped for a moment.

The whole bathroom was so busy that it made people feel dizzy and the world was spinning.

My temples were pounding and I couldn't bear it.

Mobilize the true energy in the body and condense it in the palm of the hand.

"Quiet!"

Electric light flashed twice in the dark bathroom.

In the blink of an eye.

The bathroom was restored to its original condition.

The red liquid was gone, the screams disappeared, and the shattered woman in the mirror turned back into my pale face.

In this dark bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile.

After just that, I can be sure that the woman in the mirror, the third concubine, is one of the souls imprisoned in the mansion.

In addition to her, there are also the three maids on the first floor.

What they have in common is that they are locked up.

The maid's room, the wardrobe in the utility room, and the guest room are all places where they are locked up.

If my guess is correct, besides them, the same goes for the rest of the concubines.

In this way, the imprisoned souls have been found, but how to rescue them?

Boom!

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open hard.

"Boss Li! Are you okay?" Li Ritian's anxious voice followed.

I turned around and looked.

Su Sen and Lao Ba were at the door, looking at me nervously.

Others huddled behind them, standing on tiptoe with anxious and worried expressions on their faces.

"I'm fine." I smiled at them and walked out of the bathroom.

"I didn't think something would happen to you that easily, but seeing that you made no sound for a long time inside and the door suddenly closed again, I thought you had been tricked." Li Ritian let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's okay." Lao Ba also said.

"Boss Li, did you see anything inside?" Su Sen asked.

"Yes." I nodded, "Third aunt, she is in this room and has never left."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's expressions changed and they became nervous.

"Where is it?" The Lord of Shadow Stream couldn't help but asked in fear.

"I can't tell, maybe in the mirror, maybe in the water pipe, but one thing is for sure, she is locked up."

"Mirror? Water pipe?" The Lord of Shadow Stream didn't know what he was thinking about, and his face became even more ugly.

I continued: "I heard her crying in the bathroom just now, and I can analyze two clues."

"First, it was the master who locked her up."

"Secondly, it was probably the master who took away her photo. That photo is very important to her."

Su Sen narrowed his eyes: "In other words, we have to focus on finding that photo now. It was taken away by the master. Was it in the master's room?"

"It's possible." I asked Su Sen again: "How is the repair of the gramophone? Can it be played?"

"There is a missing part, a small part like a gear. When we were about to look for it, we heard them saying that there was a problem in the bathroom. Fortunately, nothing happened to you."

"The ghosts here don't seem to be very harmful to people." I thought for a while, "Look, from the time I entered the mansion until now, except for Hedgehog Head, nothing has happened to anyone else."

After saying that, everyone glanced at the hedgehog head in unison.

He was still standing at the door, staring blankly at the gorgeous skirts on the hangers, his eyes blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

The very thin red line on the neck is hidden in the collar, faintly visible.

"Are you sure the ghosts here won't hurt anyone?" Su Sen looked at me and asked seriously.

"It's just my guess, what's wrong?" I asked strangely.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about everyone's safety." Su Sen quickly looked away.

I feel like he's hiding something.

It is rare for a person to remain so calm after experiencing a supernatural event.

Who is this Su Sen?

I glanced at him twice, and then said loudly to the others: "Let's look carefully to see where the parts of the gramophone are. Maybe the gramophone has clues from the photos."

"Maybe the parts of the gramophone are not in this room." Su Sen said.

"Why?"

"Because the part is inside the gramophone, it is impossible for it to accidentally fall out. Just like the photo was taken away, someone deliberately destroyed it."

"In this case, it seems that we may not be able to find any more clues in this room." I nodded.

"Anyway, we have the keys. Let's search every house and compile the clues we got. I don't believe we can't unravel the truth."

"good."

We walked out of the room and I found the right key to open the door opposite.

When the flashlight shines in, the room is about the same size as the third concubine's room, but the style is too simple and elegant.

The furniture is simple but not simple. You can tell at a glance that it is valuable solid wood, and there are some ink calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

There is a row of antique bookshelves against the wall, filled with all kinds of books.

There are no extra decorations in the room, but there is a large Chinese desk by the window.

It is fully equipped with pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which fully reflects the cultural level of the owner.

Excluding the third aunt, the fourth aunt is a maid and should not have such cultural background.

The owner of this room is our second aunt, a beautiful lady.

When I walked into the room, the first thing that caught my eye was a white octagonal porcelain flowerpot on the large desk.

In the flowerpot, there is a dead branch of peach blossom.