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The old servant's voice echoed in the basement, his hoarse and low voice was like an echo from ancient times. At that time, I was Hawthorne, facing the wooden box engraved with the Song family emblem, and I was very confused. "Curse? What on earth is this?" I stared at the old servant and asked hurriedly. The old servant sighed deeply again, and then muttered in a very low voice: "This is really a secret passed down by our Song ancestors. The things they left behind always bring some bad luck, as if they were cursed." Song Zihan held my hand tightly, his eyes full of fear and curiosity: "Mr. Hawthorne, should we listen to the old servant and not touch the wooden box?" I was silent for a while, thinking about what to do. This wooden box is inextricably linked to Song Wenxuan's death and the family secrets, but the curse forced me to be cautious. "Maybe we can first learn more about this legend." After I made the suggestion, I turned to look at the old servant, "Can you please tell us more stories about the curse?" The old servant listened to our story very carefully. After listening, he nodded and began to talk to us about some stories of the Song family's ancestors. They talked about how the Song family's ancestors had discovered this treasure and how they preserved it. The old servant also told us that the Song family's ancestors had left behind many precious cultural relics and books, which were accumulated by their ancestors over the long river of history. The old servant also told us that the Song family's ancestors had experienced many difficulties and setbacks, but they never gave up and had been working hard to protect these treasures. I listened carefully, wondering what these legends had to do with Song Wenxuan's case. If the curse really existed, would Song Wenxuan's death also be affected by the curse? After the old servant finished speaking, I decided not to touch the wooden box first, but to go back to the study to look for clues. I pushed open the door of the study and walked in quietly. I slowly walked to Song Wenxuan's desk, carefully picked up his notes and books, and looked through them carefully, trying to find any clues about the curse. However, I didn't find anything suspicious. My mood suddenly became very lost, but I didn't give up. I decided to continue looking carefully. After I flipped through Song Wenxuan's books and notes, I unexpectedly found his family legends and his views on the curse in a tattered diary. He wrote in his diary: "I believe in science and don't believe in those mysterious things." However, he also said: "Despite this, there are some things that science can't explain." I was flipping through the diary, but I accidentally found that the last few pages were torn off. Obviously, someone did it on purpose. After I found out, I thought, will there be important clues on it? Late at night, I was sitting alone in the study, with doubts in my heart. Suddenly, there was a slight movement outside the window. I quickly turned off the light and tiptoed over. Under the moonlight, a dark figure quietly approached the window of the study. I held the pistol tightly in my hand, secretly waiting for the best time to shoot. The dark figure was about to touch the window, I suddenly opened the window and shone the flashlight directly on the dark figure's face. "Ouch!" There was a scream, and then the dark figure immediately covered his face with his hands. I recognized it at a glance. It was Song Zihan. "Miss Song, it's so late, what are you doing here?" I put down the flashlight in my hand. Song Zihan looked at Mr. Hawthorne with panic and said, "Mr. Hawthorne, I'm just a little worried about you, and I want to come and see if you need help." From her face, I can see that she seems to be hiding something. "Miss Song, do you know anything about the curse, or the torn pages of the diary?" I continued to ask her. Song Zihan hesitated a little, but finally nodded. "I do know something, but I'm not sure if I should tell you." I took a deep breath, thinking to myself, maybe she can help me solve this mystery. I sincerely said to Miss Song: "The truth is crucial to solving the case. If you know the relevant situation, please tell me."
Song Zihan was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking deeply. Then he slowly spoke. There were some things he wanted to say to the girl he was talking to: "Let me tell you a secret. I remember that I told my father in person about the mysterious wooden box hidden in the house. My father once mentioned it to me very carefully. He said that the wooden box contained the treasure of our family. However, at the same time, the wooden box also contained an ancient curse. If anyone opened the wooden box, he would be punished by the curse and something bad would happen." Hearing this, I was shocked. This wooden box was actually not simple. The story of the treasure and the curse made me more suspicious about the cause of Song Wenxuan's death. "Then, Miss Song, do you know how to remove this curse?" I looked around and asked vigilantly. Song Zihan shook his head. He thought he had only heard that this curse was related to the bloodline of the family. However, how to solve this curse? Can only the real Song family members solve this curse, or do they need the help of others? Song Zihan remained silent about this and did not give a clear answer. I thought about it seriously for a while, and finally decided that we must go to the basement again to explore the origin and secrets of the small wooden box. But this time, we must be more cautious and careful. After all, even the police can't solve this matter. Once something goes wrong, I'm afraid we can't bear the consequences. Song Zihan nodded firmly, his eyes revealing determination: "Mr. Hawthorne, no matter what the result is, I am willing to help you." He and I carefully slipped out of the study, like thieves, with light footsteps, so as not to alarm anyone. We walked slowly through the garden under the moonlight, trying our best to hide our figures in the dark, and sneaked back to the basement. The wooden box containing the huge secret lay quietly on the ground, as if breathing endless secrets in sleep.
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