Chapter 1423

"The devil?" The old woman was stunned when she heard the word, and then sneered, "aren't you the devil who enters other people's houses without permission and pretends to be service personnel?"

"Even so, it's more normal than imagining that my aunt and I will live together." Zhang Heng said calmly.

"You said she was imagined?" Agatha was a little surprised, but the reasoning queen immediately responded, and suddenly said, "yes, this manor only invites the author to come in, and each one has a room. Since the owner of this room has another person, then his aunt can't be here, which is the most reasonable explanation."

When Zhang Heng said that, the old woman on the opposite side was silent, as if she had been pressed the pause button, without any action expression.

And when Agatha finished, her figure became lighter and lighter until she disappeared completely.

However, when she disappeared, the gloomy and depressing atmosphere in the house not only did not improve, but became more and more intense, so strong that other writers living in the same building also felt it.

Some writers with mental problems, infected by this atmosphere, suddenly became depressed. Some terrible thoughts flashed through their heads uncontrollably. The former pilot man began to walk around the room. Fitzgerald rolled up half of his love letters, threw them into the wastebasket, and then picked them up dejectedly in bed His head, even Hemingway, who has always been a tough guy, turned his eyes to the shotgun in front of his bed several times, and his face changed.

Agatha, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt more strongly, and her face changed, "how could this happen?"

After a long silence, Zhang Heng said, "I may have guessed wrong before. I thought his aunt was the culprit for his mental problems, because this room is probably the place where he lived with his aunt before. Only in this way can we explain why it is so shabby, and at the same time, there will be the illusion of his aunt. The Hobbit housekeeper once told me that every room will meet the needs of the residents to the maximum extent, and he chose to transform his room into the place where he once lived, probably because it can bring him a sense of security. "

"You are right. He has been to the manor for so long, but no one has ever seen him leave his room. He should be an extremely introverted and autistic guy. When he chooses the style of guest room, he is most likely to choose the place where he has lived, even if it is very shabby, and he could have chosen a better living environment."

Agatha said, "wait, you Seems to know the people who live here? "

"Yes, he is its creator." Zhang Hengdao.

"Who is the creator of who?"

However, Zhang Heng did not answer this question.

So Agatha asked, "what's the matter with the auntie you mentioned before?"

"It's my preconception. The old aunt we met before showed a strong desire for control. I thought that was the reason for his mental problems. But now it seems that his aunt has been trying to help him solve his mental illness, and the reason why he imagined his aunt here is to help him stabilize his mental state, which is also very important It's the reason why there has been nothing wrong with the manor for such a long time, until just now we broke his fantasy

"Wait a minute, I still don't understand why his mental problems affect the whole manor?" Agatha wondered.

"It's hard to explain it clearly for a while. I have some connections with him. Can I stay alone with him for a while?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Good." Agatha saw that Zhang Heng seemed to be particularly concerned about the residents of the room, so he did not hesitate, resolutely agreed to come down, and then retired.

And when she left, Zhang Heng closed the door and walked towards the study. He could feel the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere in the study. If there was no accident, it was from there.

Zhang Heng didn't expect that he had come to room 515 to find the owner of the manor, but the owner didn't find it, but unexpectedly found the initiator of all this.

Zhang Heng knows that the person in this room is the creator of the monster in the ice city. In view of the fact that the monster's blood is flowing in his body, in a sense, the other party is also his half creator. Therefore, the next meeting will become very wonderful.

Zhang Heng put his right hand on the faded Brass Handle of the study, took a deep breath, and slowly turned his palm.

The door of the study is not locked, which is very normal, because the owner of this suite always closes the door tightly, so the study used for work naturally does not need to be locked.

And push open the door, the scene inside the study is also clear at a glance.

It's as shabby and shabby as the reception room outside, but there are not many books in it. It's like a small library, and there are a lot of old newspapers, arranged according to the date, piled in the corner of the room.

In the middle of the house stood an old table, and a tall, thin man with his back to the door was pounding at a black typewriter.The clatter of the typewriter was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

The tall and thin man at the table seemed to hear the footsteps behind him, but he didn't look back. He just said, "aunt Anne, please eat first. I'll go to the living room after I finish this article."

However, the people behind him did not continue to urge him as usual.

The tall and thin man seemed to notice something. He turned his head from his desk and saw a strange man standing behind him. The man was squatting down and picking up a piece of manuscript from the ground.

It was the end of a novel, and Zhang Heng noticed the signature at the bottom of the paper, Howard Philip Lovecraft.

Then he quickly scanned the other parts of the manuscript and handed it back to the man opposite.

The latter accepted his manuscript and expressed his thanks. Then he hesitated and asked, "who are you, aunt Anne's friend?"

"No, I came to see you." Zhang Hengdao.

"Look at me?" Lovecraft looked surprised and then a little shy. "But I don't know you. I usually communicate with my friends by letter. And they rarely come to me

"Yes, this is our first meeting. Although I've always appreciated your talent. "

"Really, it's the first time someone has said that to me." Lovecraft was a little excited when he heard the speech, and a look appeared on his face which was originally a little dull.

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