Chapter 1422

After eating the bowl of Niuhe, Zhang Heng thanks the chef and other kitchen staff. Then he gets up and leaves and goes to the backyard.

There, Agatha has already put on a set of waiter's clothes that she just stole. She also prepared a set for Zhang Heng. She watched the latter change directly, and then pushed a dining car from the kitchen to the mysterious room 515.

Their plan is very simple. Since only the service staff can enter the room, they will dress up as the service staff.

Agatha took out her pocket watch and looked at it. After half a month's follow-up study, the reasoning society has determined that the daily meal delivery time in room 515 is fixed, and now it is about a quarter of an hour before dinner delivery.

But there is no way to do it, because if the time is right, the two will meet the real delivery man.

So Agatha and Zhang Heng looked at each other and then reached out and knocked on the door in front of them.

"Dear guest, your dinner has arrived today." Agatha imitated the voice of the waiter.

There was no response in the room.

Agatha can't help but also nervous, worried that their simple plan has been seen through by the people in the room. When she was thinking about what to say to solve the problem of time, she didn't expect that the door in front of her next moment slowly opened a gap.

Agatha saw a flash of surprise in her eyes, but she was worried that she would make the people behind the door suspicious if she was too urgent, so she tried to restrain her excitement and stood patiently outside for about a minute.

However, a minute later, the door that revealed a gap did not continue to open, and there was no one or sound behind.

Agatha cleared her throat. "We're coming in."

With that, she finally reached out and pushed open the door in front of her.

Behind the door is a set of rooms that look a little shabby. According to the Hobbit housekeeper, the rooms in the manor will meet the needs of every guest to the maximum extent. For example, Zhang Heng's room is a completely modern decoration style, in which all kinds of electronic products are fully equipped. For example, the room of fantasy best-selling female writer is even better than the presidential suite of five-star hotel The room needs luxury.

But this room looks a bit shabby. The floor is in disrepair for a long time. It creaks when you step on it. You can see a small piece of mould on the ceiling and walls above your head. The furniture is also very cheap. But unexpectedly, the room is still clean. It is obvious that someone is cleaning it regularly.

Agatha pushed the dining car into the living room and put it at the dining table, but did not leave. Instead, she looked around curiously.

From the decoration and furniture of the house, it should be the style of the early 20th century. Agatha is quite familiar with it, because she lives in the same era. It's just that the atmosphere in this room is obviously gloomy, just like the murder scenes she wrote about.

Ordinary people may feel depressed within a few minutes. No wonder the host here never receives any guests.

However, both Zhang Heng and Agatha are not ordinary people, and they have no plans to leave.

It's a rare opportunity. I don't know when I will come in next time.

Although she didn't meet anyone in the living room, Agatha was not discouraged. Soon she moved her eyes to the closed door of her study. However, before she could get there, a voice rang from behind her.

"What do you want to do?"

It was an old woman with a wrinkled face and a stern look. Neither Agatha nor Zhang Heng noticed where she came from.

She is still holding a broom in her hand, with an alert look on her face, as if Zhang Heng and Agatha were thieves.

"Ah, are you the resident here? We are here to deliver dinner to you." Agatha pointed to the dining car beside him and quickly explained.

The old woman's hand with the broom was a little loose. She could not comment on it, but she said with a straight face, "just put it there, and get out of here!"

Agatha has nothing to do with it. They used to sneak in the clothes of the service staff, but they made a mistake first. Now the residents here are in a hurry. Of course, they have no reason to stay here.

But just as Agatha was about to leave, she found that Zhang Heng was still standing there.

He looked at the fierce old man in front of him and said, "you are not a resident here."

"Why do you say that?" Agatha is interested.

"Because it's obviously a man's room." Zhang Heng said, "when we first entered the door, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack. Looking at the shoe size, they were all male, and there was a high probability that they belonged to the same person. In addition, although the room was clean, there were cobwebs and dust in the corners and places that were not easy to notice. Obviously, the cleaners were not careful enough, and there was a higher probability that they were male."

"Last but not least," Zhang Heng said, pointing to the left-hand window. "Can you see that?"

Agatha looked at the window carefully. There was a flash of thinking in her eyes. A moment later, she suddenly said, "the upper part of this window is not as bright as the lower part, because the height of the residents is Well, six feet. You can only wipe it down when you clean it. This This lady is less than five feet tall, and if you step on a stool, the upper and lower glass should be as bright as before. ""But," Agatha frowned again, "if she's not a resident here, who is she and how did she get here,

according to the rules of the manor, each house can only accommodate one guest."

"I'm his aunt. We live together all the time. I take care of his daily life. I'm the only one in the world who really cares about him." The old woman is humane.

"Is that why he never leaves the room?"

"That's right. The outside world is too dangerous, people have ulterior motives, and there are traps everywhere. We live well here and don't need to go out." The old lady choked her neck.

"But do you know that there is a devil in his heart?"

Zhang Heng asked. Unlike Agatha, he knew who lived here as soon as he walked into the room, because that feeling was too familiar.

It was as if he had returned to the seaside town full of haze, or the undersea palace. Especially now, he had an unprecedented close connection with that existence. Therefore, when he stepped into this room, the feeling of familiarity was also very strong.

Because he knew that this was where everything started, where all the stories started.

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