Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 334 The truth?

Knowing where your child is might be a very happy thing.

Yu Shijiu put down the thick stack of envelopes in his hand, and paused for a second when he looked at the many new envelopes below.

But what if... the housekeeper finds out her child is dead...? She so desperately wanted to earn money to find and bring her child back, only to be met with the truth that her child is dead...

This truth seemed far too difficult for the butler to accept.

Even Yu Shijiu felt a slight discomfort in his heart.

He looked down and touched his chest, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Since entering the Dawn game, my mind and emotions, which are almost identical to those before, seem to be gradually relaxing.

This is a good thing.

This indicates that the consciousness imposed on them by the doctors in the sanatorium is gradually disintegrating and dissipating.

For a normal person, this is indeed a good thing.

Yu Shijiu didn't think about it any further. He lowered his head and opened the next letter, his pale, thin fingertips trembling slightly under the light.

"I finally succeeded."

When I successfully interviewed and became a villa butler, standing at the gate of this luxurious villa that was almost completely isolated from the world, I couldn't help but recall the memory of being sent to the gate of an orphanage.

At the time, I saw the orphanage as almost identical to this villa: tall, luxurious, and exuding an aura that sent shivers down my spine, a place where everyone could be fed and clothed...

No, actually they are still different.

My child didn't want to leave me. It was me who thought that my child would have a better life if he left me... I was an incompetent mother.

I felt disgusted with myself.

"..."

The subsequent envelope contained a description of the housekeeper's disarray and guilt, revealing that even though she had successfully achieved the status of a "housekeeper," she did not feel particularly happy.

The disappearance of the child has made the housekeeper's emotions unstable.

She worked diligently and cautiously until she became a highly paid housekeeper in a clearly expensive villa, but she was still unhappy.

Because of that lost child.

wow-

Yu Shijiu took out the remaining envelopes, and his eyes paused slightly when he saw that one of the envelopes was filled with dried rose petals.

The next second, as the dried rose petals and the letter were pulled out together, a faint floral fragrance filled the room.

"...The lady is dead."

The next day at noon, my husband returned and asked me to help him dispose of my wife's body.

I'm scared, I'm really scared.

So I instinctively refused.

The man looked at me for a while, then took out a thick wad of banknotes from the drawer and placed it on the table.

pat.

The sound of heavy banknotes falling onto the table was truly beautiful—a strange, crisp sound that was both eerie and irresistibly captivating.

I admit I was stunned for a moment.

The man said that if I wanted, my salary would quadruple, and I would receive nearly 100,000 yuan a month.

I'm tempted.

With this money, I can ask more people to help me find my child, to find out where she is now, to see if she is doing well, whether she has been admitted to university and is living a comfortable life, and whether she has become a better girl.

I accepted it at the time.

This is the thing I regret most.

"The husband's new wives were always very young, with fair skin and beautiful faces, and they always looked at him with a look of admiration and love—this was the same look in all the wives' eyes."

As the housekeeper, I can see very clearly that the ladies really like the master, but the master... doesn't seem to really like them.

If he truly liked them, how could he have asked me to help chop up their bodies and bury them in the yard after they were brutally murdered? I think he didn't like them.

But why... do the women always die while pregnant?

Why did he go out to a meeting on the day his wife died?

Are these really just coincidences?

I don't think so, but I'm just a salaried servant. I don't need to worry about these things at all. I just need to quietly be a blind and deaf person and be my housekeeper.

I regret it.

Like the previous letter, this letter also ended with a handwriting that was clearly different from the butler's.

Chaotic, distorted, covered with various tear-like marks.

Yu Shijiu did not hesitate.

He opened the last letter.

"This is retribution."

I am a complete sinner.

The investigators called me.

He said he had found my child, but unfortunately, it was a death certificate.

How could it be? How could my child die? My child is so obedient and sensible. As long as she has a place to live, a place where she can survive, she will live on obediently and strongly... My child, there is absolutely no way she could die.

I refused to cooperate with the investigation and denied that my child was dead.

The investigator sent me a photo.

I received it.

The woman in the photo is beautiful, with fair skin, a tall and slender figure, and long, black hair. She smiles happily at the camera, holding a book in her arms, tilting her head slightly, and leaning gently on her husband's shoulder.

It's ma'am.

She was the very gentle and beautiful lady I saw when I arrived at the villa.

"Yes," the man threw the money in front of me and said, "Your salary will be higher if you dispose of her body, butler."

Madam...is this my child?

Something suddenly occurred to me.

On the night the lady had the accident, I seemed to hear her screaming for help from her room while I was in the courtyard. When I looked up at the second floor, I saw the young lady in front of the French windows smile at me.

"Butler, the weeds over by the flowerbed still need to be pulled. Could you go and clear them away with a light on?"

...What did I do?

I missed my chance to save my daughter, and I was one of the murderers who personally participated in dismembering her body... I am, I am the most unforgivable sinner.

"..."

Yu Shijiu closed the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, while taking out a torn photograph from the envelope.

In the photo, the "Madam," wearing a light blue dress, leans on the shoulder of the cut-off Mr. Xiao, her belly slightly protruding. She touches her stomach with one hand and shows a happy smile.

To anyone else, she appears to be an ordinary woman immersed in love.

If her final fate wasn't to end up in rotting mud.

"All right."

Yu Shijiu lowered his head and carefully arranged the envelopes on his lap one by one, stuffing them under the bed, and chuckled to himself.

"The wedding is about to begin."