3. Weird factory stories

It was early in the morning, and Feng Qingyu was waiting outside a factory building on an abandoned plot of land. He felt a cool air coming in through the gap in the car window.

It may be an illusion, or it may not be. Victoria has a temperate maritime climate with more cool days, especially before noon when the temperature is relatively low.

After all, she is a righteous person. It is wrong for her to be frightened by a mere ghost story.

In order to hide the uneasiness in his heart, Feng Qingyu also took a deep puff of cigarette.

Since the story has already begun, it was she who took the initiative to ask to hear it. If she suddenly asked someone to stop talking now, it would make her look cowardly. Sister Qinglong, the street bully of Longmen, couldn't escape at this time. She had to listen to the story even if she had to kneel down.

So, Feng Qingyu pretended not to be afraid at all, and showed a confident expression to the housekeeper, as if saying "If you are scared to death, I lose."

"Go on, I'm very interested in what happens next."

The butler sighed first, then his expression gradually became gloomy and his brows furrowed.

"The death of the young master of the tea factory was just the beginning. After that, Lao Zhang went completely insane and killed several of the young master's friends. They all died in a miserable way. Their bodies were rotten, just like minced meat on a chopping board. They all fell in a pool of blood, in pieces. Without forensic identification, it would be impossible to tell who the severed limbs belonged to."

"So...how's your old friend doing?"

"After killing someone, Lao Zhang jumped from the highest point of the factory and died. His body was shattered... During that period, I would dream about him whenever I closed my eyes. After all, I saw it with my own eyes."

Feng Qingyu noticed that the butler's hand holding the cigarette was trembling slightly.

Although the scenes are extremely tragic, they are real events and are more shocking than those artistically processed movies and TV series.

According to the tone of some low-quality horror movies, the crazy protagonist performs all kinds of irrational actions. It is very likely that he has a mental illness or has accidentally taken hallucinogenic drugs, resulting in a series of hallucinations.

There is no creativity at all, it's not even a decent popcorn movie.

These are not the main points. What the housekeeper wants to express is not how terrible the experience that day was, but that the place where it happened was very close to the factory owned by the Feng family, causing a large number of workers to resign and causing serious negative impact on production.

Recently, several more people have died tragically in this factory, which has become even more detrimental to the factory's operations and has made the already declining industry even worse.

What Feng Qingyu faces is not only the mess at home, business and factory, but he also has to get to the bottom of this strange unsolved case. He is attacked from all sides, with internal and external troubles coexisting.

When I was a Longmen policeman, I had never investigated any strange murder cases, so I didn't have much experience in this area. Now, in order to revive the family business, I have to compromise with reality.

"I have no choice but to do it myself. Our factory can't operate normally until this case is thoroughly investigated. Uncle Qi, don't tell me, I'm worried about having nightmares at night when I live near this place."

"But Miss...are you really not afraid? Although you have the qualities of a chosen one, you still have to be careful of evil spirits approaching you."

The butler narrowed his eyes, fully demonstrating a middle-aged man's fear of the unknown.

The older people get, the more afraid they are of death, so the adventures should be left to the young. Feng Qingyu was filled with energy when he thought about solving the unsolved case that affected the family business and clearing up the mystery of this abandoned land.

"Don't worry, I didn't read those hundreds of suspense novels in vain. Take a rest for two days to recover your energy. I'm almost exhausted these past few days."

She subconsciously reached out to rub her waist.

Her poor waist had endured too much pain that it shouldn't have endured, and the scratches on her back still hurt. Every time the negative distance communication reached its peak, Kal'tsit would always let her nails, which were not trimmed round enough, leave marks on her back.

The language is very restrained, as is the voice, consisting almost of vague monosyllables, but the expressiveness of body language is much stronger.

The curled toes, the tense back, the red cheeks due to sweat...all of them make one's heart beat faster and one's mind flutter.

You won’t be able to taste that wonderful flavor for a long time, so just take a rest.

After finishing his cigarette, the butler started the car and drove the last leg of the way home. The manor house finally appeared in sight again, looking more desolate than the last time he came.

The plants in the courtyard were unattended, with messy branches and leaves. Some had been trampled, losing their original vitality, and lay pitifully on the ground, gradually withering.

The gardeners resigned shortly after the incident and their names are definitely on the list of people who are owed wages.

Feng Qingyu didn't care whether the plants in the courtyard were neat or not, and she didn't have time to think about those useless things. She used her feet to push away the debris blocking her way and stepped onto the stairs covered with fallen leaves.

The last time I came here, the yard was in good order, and the maids were cleaning it diligently. Now the manor gives people a feeling of desolation and the feeling that it will fall into disrepair at any time.

Feeling somewhat sad, she pushed open the heavy double wooden doors.

The dry and rusty door hinges made a harsh creaking sound, and the scene inside the house was not much better than outside. There were few valuable items left, including furniture, paintings on the walls, and antiques on the shelves. Even the glass chandelier on the ceiling was taken away to pay off debts.

Some of the furniture in the house is quite valuable, perhaps more valuable than the several months' wages owed to those employees.

The main building was the hardest hit by looting, but some remote rooms were spared, and the things inside were still there. For example, some antiques that looked outdated and old-fashioned, my father Feng Tiancheng didn't understand their value, and threw them into the warehouse as waste. The value of those things was actually more valuable than the things that were moved away.

Feng Qingyu felt that the house suddenly became empty and he was not used to it.

The sofa and table were gone, and we were eating on a wooden table that the housekeeper had the carpenter make. The brown paint on it was newly applied and had a strong smell.

There were only a few maids working in the room. The housekeeper told them to be gentle while working and took Feng Qingyu upstairs.

"The room where the lady lived before is still there. I asked the maid to clean it up. The bed is still there. Those guys can't move such a big thing. I have also moved all the items in the room to other places. If you need it, I will take you there to get it."

"Thanks……"

Feng Qingyu didn't know what to say except expressing gratitude.

The house is quite big, but there are not many people in it, so it might be scary to sleep at night. My father couldn't clean up the mess, and he was also suspected of multiple fraud cases. He has been arrested and imprisoned, and my stepmother took her children and ran away with the money and disappeared.

It's a good thing not to have to see those annoying people.

As soon as my body lay down on the bed, all distracting thoughts were completely eliminated.

4. Nighttime Singing

As soon as she got to the room, Feng Qingyu was too lazy to appreciate the things in the room and fell asleep. Fortunately, the mattress and bed were not dragged away. Even if she slept on the floor, she could still fall asleep. Compared with the soft mattress, the hard floor was indeed not that good. She was still more willing to lie on the bed.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot fight when he is tired. She decided to bide her time, get some sleep, and then make a list of things to do and tackle them one by one.

I slept until sunset.

One advantage of the spacious mansion is that it has excellent sound insulation. Unlike living in a rental house on the street, you can hear the bargaining between the vegetable seller and the buyer downstairs, as well as the sweet and coquettish voices of roadside physical therapists trying to attract business.

The human voice is crystal clear, not to mention the sound of car engines and all sorts of random noises.

A normal schedule is no longer so important. There is no need to go out for any tasks in the next few days, and there is no nine-to-five job. You can arrange your time as you like.

Although it would be a bit lonely not being able to see an old woman's face, the efforts now are necessary steps to see her sooner.

There was still some time before dinner, so Feng Qingyu took a shower in the large bathroom attached to the room and changed into the clothes brought by the maid. At six o'clock in the evening, there was still a ray of sunset in the western sky.

The orange-red light sprinkled on the courtyard added a bit of sadness. Especially in the dilapidated place that had been neglected for a long time, the loneliness of being forgotten and abandoned by the world was very strong.

The entire manor presents a fragmented and dilapidated beauty under the sunset.

Feng Qingyu used the camera on his mobile phone to record the scenery he discovered accidentally and saved it in the folder of "Terra Journey". When he had time, he would find a photo studio to develop the photos and organize them and put them into an album.

We had dinner in the restaurant in the main building, and the dishes were more sumptuous than we expected.

There are fifteen people left to work, including the butler, and the rest have all resigned. Each of them has worked in the Feng family for more than five years. The butler has been in this manor since he can remember, and has long regarded it as his own home, vowing to live and die with the Feng family.

The chef is a well-fed man in his fifties with a heroic character. He has been working in the manor with his father since he can remember. Now he has inherited his father's position as chef and has been cooking for the Feng family.

When the chef heard that it was the lady's daughter who returned, he was very excited and cooked more than a dozen dishes at once, mainly meat dishes with fewer vegetarian dishes.

The main flavor of the dish is salty and spicy, a feast for lovers of strong flavors.

"I didn't expect to be able to eat authentic Shangshu cuisine in Victoria. The spiciness is quite strong."

"Miss, I'm glad you like it. When I was cooking, I was worried that you might not be used to it, so I reduced the spiciness appropriately. Would you like some Yunliao wine? These are all good wines that I asked someone to buy from Shangshu!"

"Then have a small cup."

The chef made a kind recommendation, and Feng Qingyu was too embarrassed to refuse. It was said that the liquor in Shangshu City was world-famous. He had never had the chance to taste it before, but now was a rare opportunity, so he should try it even if he couldn't drink much.

Then...the chef filled her bowl with water.

Regardless of whether these drinks are expensive or not, the capacity of the bowl is several hundred milliliters, and one bowl will definitely make people unconscious. I am not a person who can drink a lot, and the headache caused by the hangover will greatly reduce my work efficiency.

Just when Feng Qingyu was feeling embarrassed, the butler rushed out first and drank the bowl of wine in one gulp.

"Master Wu, the young lady still has a lot of things to deal with. Don't hurt her. Let the young lady drink tea instead of wine."

Feng Qingyu gave him a look that said "well done".

It is bad manners to urge people to drink at the dinner table. The chef did not force people to drink. He then apologized to her and poured her a bowl of tea instead.

The clear tea soup of Yan country's Big Green Robe tea is soothing.

The remaining thirteen people also came to the dining table to eat together at Feng Qingyu's strong request. Now the house was deserted, and there was no distinction between master and servant, so the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious.

At the beginning, no one was relaxed, because it was very rare for the eldest daughter to be willing to eat with the servants. Before, the old master and the second wife, as well as the young ladies and young masters, did not treat the servants as human beings and would scold and beat them at any time.

The legitimate heir is different from those guys who have usurped the throne. He is humble and polite in dealing with people, and has the demeanor of the female head of the family who passed away that year.

Even if no one said it, everyone knew it in their hearts and believed that the Feng family's hopes rested on this young girl.

Dinner ended in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. Feng Qingyu was very full and needed to take a walk outside to digest the food and think about the next steps.

Eating too much can cause your body to fall into temporary sleepiness and is also very unfriendly to your abdominal lines.

The housekeeper saw that it was getting dark and showed his worry.

"Miss, it's not safe for you to go alone. Do you want me to find a few people to accompany you? This area is quite desolate. I'm worried that you might get lost. What if..."

"It's okay, just taking a walk. Did you see what's on my waist?"

The length and width of the sword on her waist give people a sense of security. In addition, Rhodes Island recently added modules to a group of operators, and Feng Qingyu was fortunate to be on the list. Not only did it increase the attack power and number of blocks, but it also reduced the SP required to activate skills, turning from a mascot into an operator that can fight normally.

There's nothing to be afraid of, just going for a walk.

"Okay, miss, I'll be busy now. Please contact me if you have anything."

"calm down."

After saying goodbye to the butler temporarily, Feng Qingyu took the shoulder bag, which contained some emergency items distributed by Rhodes Island, such as flashlights with extra-long battery life, flares and small communication equipment, special markers, etc.

If you forget the route you came from, you can mark the way along the way with a pen.

The ink is made of very special materials and cannot be seen by ordinary means without Rhodes Island's special flashlight. Therefore, it can improve safety when performing tracking tasks and is a must-have item for outdoor adventures.

Although going somewhere suspicious looking late at night is a death wish, it would be lame if you don't even have the courage to explore the area around your own home.

She lit a cigarette and walked to the left side of the manor. There was a rusty iron door on the left side. It seemed that the door was forgotten to be locked and opened with a slight push.

There was some red rust on my hands, and the smell of rust was a bit pungent.

The evening breeze brings the smell of flowers, grass and earth, and -

"Who's singing so late at night?"

Feng Qingyu was very sure that he had just heard singing. It was not just one person singing, but many people singing, a chorus. The singing was sad and contained an inexplicable weirdness.

It was late at night, and it wasn't a karaoke bar on the street, nor was it a live performance. It would be weird if it felt normal.

A chill seeped into my skin.

5. Unknown foreigner

Looking in the direction where the singing was coming from, I could see a light somewhere in the distance. Judging from the outline, it should be a church. The dim light flickered in the blurry night, making people feel uneasy.

A few crows flew overhead, making sharp cries and dropping a few gray-black feathers.

Ominous signals gathered at the same time, accumulating the strange atmosphere to the extreme. Feng Qingyu couldn't help but shrink his neck, pulled up the jacket with the Rhodes Island logo, and relit the cigarette that was blown out by the wind.

The strange singing voice kept lingering in her ears. The lyrics seemed to be chanting something like "God loves the world, God saves the suffering", but some of the content was too vague and was blown away by the wind, so it could not enter her ears completely.

If I don't find out what's going on when I encounter something so "interesting", I'll definitely be too worried to sleep tonight. No, I don't need to sleep tonight.

She was now like the protagonist of a Columbia horror movie, breaking into the mist of Victoria with only her passion and courage and a few tools.

The forest near the manor was denser than the last time I came. The boulevard was overgrown with weeds and no one cared for it. There were several abandoned shacks nearby, with only some broken wooden beams and tools left. It seemed that no one had lived there for at least several years.

There is nothing special about these ruins. Like all ruins, they look desolate and dilapidated.

Feng Qingyu walked around the ruins and moved forward following the strange singing.

The further she walked, the taller the bushes on both sides became, almost reaching her head, and she had to reach out and push them aside to move forward. In order to avoid getting her hands scratched by these things, she put on the special gloves for field exploration in Rhodes Island and drew the sword at her waist to clear the weeds.

This is a big knife, a literal knife, perfect for clearing the way.

As more and more weeds were cleared, the view gradually became wider.

This area is not completely desolate, but can be vaguely identified as a village. Even if no one has lived here for many years, the traces of the houses cannot be completely erased.

The shed in front should be part of this village. Rusty farm tools and carts are piled in the corner. It may be a tool room for storing tools.

The scenes in front of him were all worth recording, and Feng Qingyu did not forget to take pictures of the places he cared about with his mobile phone and save them.

This column is tentatively named "Adventures in the Lost Land of Victoria".

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