Chapter 1414 Salon

Zhang Heng opened his eyes and found that he was in a slightly dark alley.

At the end of the road is a small brick building with two tall buildings. It looks to be a certain age. Zhang Heng can only reluctantly infer from the building materials and style that it is a building after the 19th century.

He did not walk in in a hurry, but looked around again and saw the pedestrians passing by in the alley, the cigarette vendors and the grocery store opposite. Just when he wanted to continue looking, the sky Suddenly there was a burst of thunder, indicating that there would be a heavy rain soon.

So Zhang Heng did not stay where he was, and finally took another step towards the small brick building.

The small building was much quieter than Zhang Heng expected. There was only orange light coming from the crack in the door, and there was no noise.

Zhang Heng knocked on the door.

After a while, a middle-aged man who looked like a butler poked his head out of the door, "What can I do for you?"

"I received an invitation to come here to attend the salon." Zhang Heng paused after saying this. His eyes bypassed the middle-aged man who looked like a butler and fell into the living room behind him. He found that it was empty and there were no guests.

"Sorry, am I here early?"

"No." The middle-aged man who looked like a butler smiled, "The salon has started, but it's not here. Can you let me see your membership token?"

"A token of membership?" Zhang Heng frowned slightly. He had already checked his pockets on the way here. Apart from the props he brought, he didn't find anything extra. However, Zhang Heng quickly thought of something. , took out the Conan Doyle pen.

The middle-aged man who looked like a butler took the pen, put on his glasses, looked at it carefully, and then respectfully handed it back to Zhang Heng with both hands, "Welcome to the Genius Family, please follow me."

Zhang Heng followed the middle-aged man who looked like a butler into the house. Then the two of them walked through the living room and walked into the yard. The middle-aged man who looked like a butler opened a door that looked very much like when the murderous villain imprisoned the protagonist in a horror movie. The kind of gloomy cellar that would be used, and then made a gesture of invitation.

"Seriously?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"Don't look at me. Bluffing and dramatization have always been authors' favorites." The middle-aged man who looked like a butler shrugged, "To be honest, I have never been able to understand this bad taste."

Hearing this, Zhang Heng glanced at the big iron lock at his feet. There was some red color on it that looked like blood stains.

"Don't worry, it's a pigment made from ocher."

"Very impressive." Zhang Heng commented.

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and strode in.

I have to say that although the atmosphere in front of the cellar door was created to be very scary, the environment inside was actually not bad. It was just a little damp, but the air was clear, and there was no peculiar smell except for some earthy smell.

You can't ask for more from a tunnel.

The two walked for about five minutes, and the terrain began to rise again. Then the middle-aged man who looked like a butler stopped in front of an iron ladder and temporarily handed the oil lamp in his hand to Zhang Heng for safekeeping, while he pushed Opened the manhole cover overhead.

At this time, raindrops were already falling from the sky. The two of them returned to the street from the underground. As soon as they climbed out, Zhang Heng saw a carriage on the side of the road.

The middle-aged man who looked like a butler took the oil lamp back from Zhang Heng's hand, "I can only accompany you here, and then Martin will take you to the salon."

"Martin? Is this a joke from "The Adventures of Riding the Goose"? What about you? I haven't asked you your name before."

"Consell." The middle-aged man who looked like a butler smiled, and then bowed, "I sincerely wish you a fountain of literary thoughts every day."

""Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" is indeed very appropriate, thank you."

After saying goodbye to Conseil, Zhang Heng boarded the carriage. When he closed the door, the coachman Martin also grabbed the reins in his hands.

As soon as Zhang Heng got in the car and smelled the fragrance of jasmine, he began to feel drowsy. However, this kind of drowsiness was different from that of inhaling a large amount of anesthetic. Zhang Heng knew that he could wake up at any time, which was more like It was a way of entertainment prepared because he was worried that his journey would be too boring.

So Zhang Heng also relaxed his body, leaned his head on the carriage, and took a nap.

I don’t know how much time passed before the carriage stopped again.

This time it stopped on a lawn. Martin opened the car door for Zhang Heng. What appeared in front of Zhang Heng was a huge mansion. This mansion was built on the hillside and covered an astonishing area.

Zhang Heng just took a quick glance, and what he saw were gardens, swimming pools, woods and even a golf course.

This time, the person standing in front of the door to greet him was a female housekeeper. However, she was extremely short, less than four feet tall, with a petite body, long pointed ears, and a pair of big feet. It makes almost no sound.

A name immediately appeared in Zhang Heng's mind.

--Hobbit.

This is a fantasy race created by the British writer and poet Tolkien in his novel "The Lord of the Rings".

"It seems that you have recognized where I am, distinguished guest," the female hobbit steward said, "but you don't know how I should call you?"

Before Zhang Heng could speak, she immediately added, "You don't need to give your real name. Everyone here calls each other by their pen names or the names of the characters in their respective books."

"Zhang Heng."

The female Hobbit housekeeper had a somewhat surprised expression on her face when she heard this.

"Actually, I am preparing a novel, and this is the name of the protagonist of my new novel." Zhang Heng said lightly.

"Then I believe you will find a lot of inspiration here." The female Hobbit housekeeper said as she opened the door behind her.

This time, before entering the door, Zhang Heng heard chaotic sounds coming from inside.

"If you ask me, all popular novels, one after another, are bullshit! The authors of popular novels are dogs that produce shit. The only thing they can do is to wag their tails and cater to the public without any bottom line. Those poor aesthetics and abnormal appreciation ability! It is precisely because of their existence that the threshold of this industry has been lowered infinitely." A high-pitched male voice said.

"I don't agree, Mr. Bastard. The purpose of our writing is not to be an enemy of the public. I don't deny that some excellent and ultra-era works were seriously underestimated at the time. However, you can't just because you didn't make much money during your lifetime. Hate those authors who make money." A strong female voice said.

"There is no doubt that I am talking about you, Professor McGonagall. You and the things you wrote just prove what I said!"