v4 Chapter 137： The beginning of the story

After Zhang Heng finished the bowl of Niuhe, he thanked the head chef and other service staff in the kitchen, then got up and left and went to the backyard.

There, Agatha had already put on a waiter outfit that she had just stolen. She also prepared a set for Zhang Heng. She watched the latter directly change it, and then pushed a dining car that also came from the back kitchen. Came to the mysterious room No. 515.

The plan of the two is very simple. Since only the service staff of the room can enter the room, the two of them will dress up as meal delivery men.

Agatha took out her pocket watch and took a look. After half a month of follow-up research, the Reasoning Agency has determined that the daily delivery time of room 515 is fixed, and there is actually about a quarter of an hour before dinner delivery.

But this is also no way, because if the time is really accurate, the two will inevitably meet the real food deliveryman.

Therefore, Agatha and Zhang Heng looked at each other before reaching out and quickly knocking on the door in front of them.

"Dear guest, today's dinner has been served." Agatha imitated the voice of the delivery man.

There was no response in the room.

Agatha couldn’t help but became nervous, worried that their simple plan had been seen by the people in the house, and when she was thinking about what she should say to solve the time problem, she did not expect that the door in front of her would be A gap was slowly opened.

A touch of surprise flashed in Agatha's eyes when she saw this, but she was worried that acting too eagerly would make the people behind the door suspicious, so she tried to suppress the excitement in her heart, and stood outside the door and waited patiently. It took about a minute.

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

Agatha cleared her throat, "We are coming in."

After speaking, she finally reached out and pushed open the door in front of her that no one could push open.

Behind the door is a set of guest rooms that look a little rudimentary. According to the Hobbit housekeeper, the guest rooms in the manor will meet the needs of each guest to the greatest extent. For example, Zhang Heng’s room is completely modern in decoration. All kinds of electronic products are fully equipped, and the rooms of fantasy best-selling female writers are even more luxurious than the presidential suites of five-star hotels.

But this room looks a bit shabby. The floor is in disrepair. It creaks when you step on it. You can see small patches of mold on the ceiling and walls above your head. The furniture is also very simple and cheap, but the surprise is that the room is still It is clean, obviously someone is cleaning it regularly.

Agatha pushed the dining car into the living room and placed it by the dining table, but did not leave afterwards, but looked around curiously.

From the perspective of 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 lived in the same era. It's just that the atmosphere in this suite is obviously a little gloomy, as if it were the murder scenes she had written about.

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

However, neither Zhang Heng nor Agatha are ordinary people, and depending on the appearance of the two, they have no plans to leave.

The opportunity is rare, and I don’t know when I can come in next time.

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

"What do you want to do?!"

It was an old woman with wrinkles and a serious look. Neither Agatha nor Zhang Heng had noticed where she came from.

She was still holding a broom in her hand and looked wary, as if she was treating Zhang Heng and Agatha as thieves.

"Ah, are you a resident here? We are here to bring you dinner." Agatha pointed to the dining car next to her and quickly defended.

The old woman's hand holding the broom loosened slightly, and she was noncommittal, but she still said with a stern face, "Just leave things there, get out of here!"

Agatha has nothing to do. They used to sneak in the service staff’s clothes and sneak in by mistake. Now the residents here rush people and they certainly have no reason to stay here.

But when Agatha was about to leave, she found Zhang Heng still standing there motionless.

He looked at the ferocious old lady in front of him and said, "You are not a resident here."

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

"Because this is obviously a room where a man lives." Zhang Heng said, "When we first walked in, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack. The size of the shoes was all male, and there was a high probability that they belonged to the same person. In addition, Although the room is clean, there are still cobwebs and dust in the corners and places that are not easy to notice. Obviously the cleaners are not careful enough, and the probability of being male is greater."

"The last and most important point," Zhang Heng pointed to the window on the left hand side, "can you see it."

Agatha looked at the window carefully, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly said, "The upper part of this window is not lit up because the resident's height is...well, six feet, cleaned. When I can only wipe down, this... this lady is less than five feet tall, and the upper and lower glass should be the same bright if you step on a stool."

"But," Agatha frowned again, "If she is not a guest here, who is she, how did she get in here,

According to the regulations of the manor, each house can only accommodate one guest. "

"I am his aunt. We have always lived together I take care of his daily life. Only I really care about him in this world." The old woman said.

"Is that why he never leaves the room?"

"Yes, the outside world is too sinister and unpredictable. There are traps everywhere. We are living very well here and we don't need to go out." The old lady said with a stubborn neck.

"But do you know a devil lives in his heart?"

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

It was as if he had returned to the haze-filled seaside town, or the underwater palace, especially now that he is connected with that existence more closely than ever before, so when he stepped into this room, that familiar The feeling is also particularly strong.

Because he knows that this is the origin of everything and the place where all stories begin.

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