It was right there that the rest of the page was stained with blood.

Qin Ye silently picked up that sheet of paper and held it in front of him as though he were writing a journal entry. Then, his pupils promptly narrowed.

He could tell that the author of this journal entry had been decapitated cleanly across the jugular from behind, thereby causing the splatter of blood to land directly on the journal entry.

Qin Ye posited that the author of the bloody journal entry should have been in her room at the material time of the incident.

Completely alone, when the clock struck twelve.

Given the extent of fear she was stricken with then, she would never have opened the door for anyone. Likewise, the windows and doors would have been tightly shut and bolted. Moreover, the mounting anxiety in her heart also meant that she would have jumped at the slightest bit of sound in the middle of the night.

In other words something else had been in the room with her in the middle of the night, silently sneaking up right behind her before slitting her throat cleanly.

There was no struggle.

In fact, she probably didn’t even know how she died.

I shudder to think what it could have been like back then… Qin Ye shook his head and flipped to the next page.

“1 April, 1948.”

“The silk factory is ruined… It’s completely ruined…”

“I was sick yesterday, so I didn’t go to work, but I soon heard that a massive conflagration consumed the entire factory at night, burning more than a thousand people alive… A thousand people! All of them are dead by the...