Chapter 358 Wormtail

Chapter 358 Wormtail

"I always thought he was weird." After drinking several glasses of wine, the cook finally began to reveal some details, she told the eye-catching villagers.

"He's quirky, cold, and he never talks to anyone. I don't think he'll talk to you if you want to buy him a drink. He never deals with people."

"He's not very gregarious," said a villager at the bar. "Frank was in the war. He was hurt a lot in the war. He was destroyed by the war. He couldn't integrate into a peaceful life. , doubt him."

"Who else is there besides him?" the cook said gruffly. "Only he has the key to the back door, and the spare key has been in his cabin. Yesterday, the door locks and windows were all fine. No one broke in. Only Frank, who could sneak into the house while we slept."

The villagers exchanged glances and immediately felt that this was a very important doubt.

"I think he's suspicious, he looks very annoying, he's very unsocial," muttered a man at the bar.

"I guess it was the war that made him crazy," the bar owner said. "In a place like that where there's a lot of gunfire, anyone would go crazy, and Frank has never been able to fit into his current life."

"He has a bad temper, and no one dares to offend him." A woman said excitedly, "No one knows what kind of things he can do."

Doubt after doubt, the villagers blurted out that Frank was indeed an oddball, a terrible oddball, because he was totally out of place.

.........

The next day, in the town of Little Hangleton, Frank was repeatedly questioned by the police at the police station.

Frank repeats over and over again that he's innocent, he doesn't know what's going on.

On the day the Riddle family of three died. The only stranger he saw there was a boy in his teens. The boy was not like the people here. He was pale, with black hair and looked a little weird.

But no one in the village had seen the boy, and the police thought it was a lie Frank made up.

Just when everyone thought Frank was the murderer, the Riddle family's bizarre autopsy report made the case confusing again.

No one has ever seen such a bizarre report, and the doctors have confirmed and checked in many ways.

The final conclusion is that the Riddle family does not have any wounds, marks, or illnesses on their bodies. They were natural, healthy, and suddenly died. The doctors noticed that everyone in the Riddles had expressions of horror on their faces, and they looked more like they were scared to death.

The police did not like the conclusion that three healthy people were scared to death at the same time, which is not a satisfactory conclusion. But there is no evidence that it was a murder, and the police are reluctant to wrong someone else for an unwanted family.

So Frank was released again.

After this, the Riddles were buried in the church cemetery in Little Hangleton.

Surprisingly, Frank Bryce is back in the log cabin at Riddle Manor.

Although some villagers still believe that Frank killed the Riddles, Frank ignored these rumors. He stayed and continued to take care of Riddle's garden, or in other words, he had nowhere to go, he had to stay here.

Frank has no family, all he has is this familiar place.

Frank continued to tend to Riddle's garden, but Riddle's manor and house gradually fell into disrepair.

His new owner never lived here. He used this manor as a tool for tax avoidance. He did not repair it, but left it to be abandoned. Frank was also kept, and the new owners continued to employ him, as a sign that the estate was still in operation.

Fifty years have passed, and Frank is 77 years old. He is deaf and his legs are stiffer.

He has no relatives, nowhere to go, no hobbies. He just looks after the garden every day and keeps the lawn tidy.

It took Frank a lot of time, and he not only had to deal with the overgrown weeds, but also the children who were even more annoying than the weeds.

The children in the village always like to throw stones here. Frank is a weirdo in the village, a monster that everyone hates. The children bet each other, get angry with each other, and bully each other monsters.

They sneak in, trample lawns, trample flowers, and smash windows. Yelling at murderers, murderers, everything gave Frank a headache.

.........

One night in August, when Frank woke up, he heard something moving in the mansion above, and he thought it was the kids who had come up with a terrible trick to torture him again.

He was woken up by the pain of that bad leg. The leg that was broken on the battlefield has tortured him, and will continue to torture her until she dies.

The war destroyed everything in him, leaving him with a terrible, bad leg and a lifetime of torture.

He got out of bed and limped to the kitchen where he needed to refill the hot water bottle to warm his stiff knees.

Then he looked upstairs and saw the windows of Riddle's house gleaming dimly.

"It's those goddamn kids again, they've made a fire, maybe they want to burn down the house." Frank scolded angrily.

He quickly took off the kettle and limped upstairs. He got dressed, went back to the kitchen, and took a rusted key from the opening of the door.

He picked up the cane leaning against the wall as a weapon and quietly walked into the night.

The door on Riddle's house. There were no signs of being knocked open and the windows were intact.

Frank dragged his bad leg around to the back of the house, where he stopped in front of a door full of ivy. He took out the key and twisted the door silently.

The dark, crypt-like kitchen has not been visited for many years. Frank followed the memory, groping, surrounded by the smell of decay and dust.

He lifted his spirits and carefully captured the sounds and footsteps above his head. He walked through the corridor and climbed the stairs gently. The steps were covered with thick dust, obscuring his footprints and sounds.

In the hallway, Frank looked for the light and found the intruder. At the end of the hallway, a door opened a crack.

A faint light escaped from the crack of the door, casting a faint halo on the ground.

Frank approached cautiously, holding the cane tightly in his hand, and a few steps away from the door, he saw the scene in the crack of the door.

The fire jumped in the fireplace, which surprised him, and he stopped and pricked up his ears to hear what was going on in the room.

At this time, a man's voice came from the room.

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