Chapter 550

The girl's age is about 15 ~ 18 years old. She is wearing a Bavarian princess dress, a white scarf on her head, and her wide and thick skirt and lace edge almost bury her.

As for appearance, it's a little difficult to describe.

She is not the type that makes people feel amazing at first sight. To be exact, it should be the type that is very ordinary at first glance but very cute at a closer look, which belongs to the type that can be seen. Each part seems to have been carefully carved. The most striking thing is her bright big eyes, which feel like a clear pool of water.

Noticing the sound of opening the door, she raised her head from the book and quietly pointed an, much like a squirrel holding a hazelnut. Her eyes were full of curiosity and a little vigilance.

He saw the book that the girl was holding, with "war and peace" written on the cover, and a cup of black tea still steaming on the tea table in front of him.

"Hello, I'm an Yizhi. I was invited to be a guest here."

Ann said hello with a finger.

"Hello."

The girl nodded, looked up and down at Ann with big eyes, felt like assessing whether he was in danger, and then said:

"Anasta Baker, also a guest."

After a simple greeting, there was a silence between them.

An Yizhi really didn't know how to get along with his sister. After greeting, he didn't know what to say.

No wonder except Lin Linglin, no sister is willing to stay with him for more than ten minutes. what? You mean John? Ann hasn't seen her as a woman

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Ann pointed out that she wanted to find another guest to ask for some information, but the girl named anasta turned her attention to the book after saying hello, which really meant that strangers were not allowed to enter.

No way, an Yizhi had to go to the bar and look for clues.

"If you want to find some wine to keep out the cold, I recommend the bottle of Scotch under the wine rack, but don't drink too much. You'll get drunk."

Anasta said without looking up. Ann pointed down and saw that there was indeed a bottle of Scotch.

Ann unscrewed the bottle, found a clean glass under the counter, gave herself some whisky, and then said:

"You seem familiar with it?"

It's impossible to find the exact location from a lot of wine as soon as you come back.

"Well"

The girl didn't explain, so she gave a soft, um, answer.

The girl is a bit of a literary girl. She doesn't like to talk very much. Ann doesn't know any clever chat-up skills. He still waits for the girl's explanation. Unexpectedly, even if it's over, he can only scratch his face in embarrassment:

"Do you know anything about treasure hunting?"

This sentence made anasta look up from the book:

"I don't know."

With that, she went on reading the book as thick as a brick. I really don't know what's good about that thing. An Yizhi has seen the film version of war and peace. Just watching it for a long time, he is about to fall asleep

For more than 400 minutes, dare you believe it?!

Unable to get more tips through conversation, an Yizhi can only find it by herself.

He walked out of the bar with his glass and went to the bookshelf next to anasta. The latter looked up at him and ignored him when he saw that it was just a reading shelf.

There are all kinds of novels and essays on the bookshelf. There are no reference books or purely academic books. It seems that this small book bar is used to relax people.

The names on the spine of his readers who read ten lines at a glance. He has only heard the names of most books but has not read them, and most of them have not even heard the names.

However, he didn't care much about this, but focused on finding out if there was any disharmony. Usually, clues and hints are put in this place by the system.

"Miss anasta, do you often read the books on this shelf?"

"I watch it occasionally when I come here, but not much."

The answer was smooth. An Yizhi couldn't ask anything, so he had to continue to focus on the bookshelf.

These books have different degrees of wear and tear, representing the number of times the owner reads them. However, when an Yizhi pulls out several books with serious wear and tear and looks at them in detail, he still doesn't find any clues.

The clue of this copy is a little difficult

Maybe the plot hasn't started yet. The system doesn't want players to get too many clues, resulting in the later plot being too boring, but they can't find anything. It's really a bit of a pit father.

But it's not that I can't find anything. At least the sister named anasta in front of me must know something.

She claims to come back occasionally, but her performance is not like "occasionally".

In a strange environment, people will behave a little restrained, which is a trace left by human evolution. When our ancestors were in a strange place, "restrained" will make them more sensitive and focused, and help them avoid danger and look for food.

But the sister could not see any formal meaning at all. She seemed to be very familiar with everything here.

An Yizhi casually picked up a novel and took the wine glass to the sofa next door. He decided to test it again:

"Miss anasta, do you know the picture that will disappear by itself in the corridor hall?"

"Know"

Anasta looked at the book and replied:

"That's one of Mr. Edward's works. He likes this kind of magical machinery in the eyes of outsiders. The picture put out of the stairs will automatically change the pattern with the passage of time, sometimes his self portrait and sometimes landscape painting."

I hope it's just 'like magic' rather than real magic

So far, an Yizhi hasn't found any clues about supernatural factors, nor any clues about indescribable things, but he really doesn't dare to relax. Maybe when the system will attack suddenly, the system can do such a bad thing.

"Can you tell me a story about Mr. Edward? I don't know much about him."

This question has a lot of room to turn. Not knowing much can be interpreted as knowing nothing except the name, or it can be regarded as a manifestation of humility.

Anasta did not answer directly, but pointed to Ann and asked:

"Aren't you going to read this book?"

Ann was stunned. He took this book just to find a topic. He didn't intend to read it or have that spare time.

Seeing Ann pointing and nodding, anasta stood up from the sofa and put the war and peace and Ann novels back on the shelf.

Does this girl have OCD?

But then again, Ann Yizhi's estimation of anasta's age is a little wrong. She's not tall. I'm afraid she's less than one meter five. At best, she will be the level of junior high school students, but her heavy clothes make her look relatively mature.

Put the book back in place, anasta sat down again, picked up the teacup and said:

"Mr. ANN, what do you want to know about Mr. Edward?"

"Let's start with his life. I'm curious about the experience of people who can make such a sophisticated automatic machine."

Anasta nodded and began to tell Ann the story of Edward pickers in a clear and gentle voice.

According to her, Edward pickers was born in Switzerland. He had a watchmaker's father. He showed extraordinary mechanical manufacturing ability since childhood. It is said that the watches he made at the age of 13 have been sought after by many nobles and big businessmen.

He was like a genius born specifically for machinery. He once won the Grand Cross Knight Medal issued by the French government. Later, he settled in Britain, and was received and knighted by Queen Victoria.

After the age of 30, Edward was not satisfied with manufacturing precision machinery for clocks and watches. He began to develop in other directions and began to study automatic machinery born out of clocks and watches.

Before long, he appeared in the public eye with a new invention, a contoured figure who could play the piano, which simply caused an uproar.

It's not over yet. I heard that he also made all metal birds that can fly freely, cars that can run without any fuel, automatic recording pens that can convert oral words into words, and a series of machines like magic.

After listening to anasta's description, Ann felt that this guy was almost like Luban in ancient China. This was no longer the category of black technology, but alchemy.

On second thought, these rumors are likely to be exaggerated and can not be fully believed. After all, in reality, there are some geniuses who have created things far beyond their times. The most famous is Leonardo da Vinci. He is simply an alien.

Speaking of Edward pickers, anasta seemed so excited that she didn't give Ann any chance to interrupt. She kept talking like a firecracker.

It seems that this girl admires Edward very much. She's just a little fan.

"It's almost time."

Anasta pointed to the window:

"Mr. an, look at that clock."

It was a golden metal elephant inlaid with precious stones. It was about ten centimeters tall. It carried a tower on its back, on which was a common round dial.

As the pointer slid into the whole point, the elephant suddenly raised its nose, made a long sound similar to that of a real elephant, and fanned its ears around. If you look carefully, you can still find that there are vague figures walking in the tower on its back.

This has completely gone beyond the scope of timing tools and sublimated into works of art.

"Isn't it interesting? It's just a small work by Mr. Edward."

Anasta smiled brightly and could see that it was indeed a genuine smile.

——Click!

——Boom, boom

Just then, a flash of lightning cut through the sky, and a strong flash of light shot out of the house, making anasta's smile pale.

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Leaving the entertainment room, an Yi pointed to continue to look around the house for clues, but the sister named anasta didn't intend to leave. After saying goodbye, he came to the corridor.

The harvest was a little. At least he learned some stories about the mansion owner, but he didn't find any tips given by the system.

This copy does not show any hints or clues indicating that there may be danger. According to the information collected by an Yizhi, there is nothing worth guarding against except that the will left by Edward, the owner of the mansion, is a little strange.

But the more so, the more uneasy Ann pointed.

Think about it, mountains, storms, mansions, treasures, plus a bunch of guests here

It's wonderful if it doesn't die!

But it's no use thinking about it now. Even if Holmes is reborn, he can't handle the case without a clue, not to mention an Yi's reference to the middle two plus dead house.

But don't worry. Anyway, the house is big and there are many places that haven't been explored.

Because he had been in the entertainment room for some time, an Yizhi thought that Tu Hongyu might have gone to the second floor, so he skipped the second floor and ran to the third floor.

By the way, the painting hanging in the corridor hall has indeed changed as anasta said. Now it is a landscape painting of the sunset in the harbor. Ann looked at it for a few times and thought it was nothing special.

After confirming that the door of the mansion was unlocked and could open the door at any time, an Yizhi walked up the stairs to the third floor.