Chapter 1422 The Beginning of the Story

Zhang Heng finished the bowl of beef river, thanked the head chef and other service staff in the kitchen, then got up and left, coming to the backyard.

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

The plan of the two was very simple. Since only the food delivery staff could enter that room, the two of them pretended to be the food delivery staff.

Agatha took out her pocket watch and took a look. After half a month of tracking research, the Reasoning Agency has determined that the meal delivery time in Room 515 is fixed every day, and now there is actually about a quarter of an hour before dinner delivery.

But there is nothing that can be done, because if the time is really correct, the two of them will definitely encounter the real food delivery person.

Therefore, Agatha and Zhang Heng looked at each other and quickly knocked on the door in front of them.

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

There was no response in the room.

Agatha couldn't help but become nervous, worried that their simple plan had been seen through by the people in the house. When she was thinking about what she should say to solve the time problem, she didn't expect that the door in front of her at the next moment was... A gap slowly opened.

When Agatha saw this, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she was worried that her too eagerness would make the people behind the door suspicious, so she still tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart and stood outside the door and waited patiently. for about a minute.

However, a minute later, the door with a crack exposed did not open further, and there was no one or sound behind it.

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

After saying that, she finally reached out and pushed open the door in front of her that no one had been able to open.

Behind the door is a set of simple-looking guest rooms. According to the Hobbit housekeeper, the guest rooms in the manor will meet the needs of each guest to the maximum extent. For example, Zhang Heng's room is decorated in a completely modern style. All kinds of electronic products are fully equipped, and the room of a best-selling female fantasy author is even more luxurious than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

However, this room looks a bit shabby. The floor has been in disrepair and creaks when you step on it. Small patches of mold can be seen on the ceiling and walls above your head. The furniture is also very simple and cheap. But surprisingly, there are still some things in the room. It was clean, someone was cleaning it regularly.

Agatha pushed the dining cart into the living room and placed it beside the dining table. She did not leave after that, but looked around curiously.

Judging from the decoration and furniture of the house, it should be in the style of the early 20th century, which is quite familiar to Agatha because she lived in the same era. But the atmosphere in this room was obviously gloomy, just like the murder scenes she had written about.

Ordinary people may feel depressed after staying there for only a few minutes. It's no wonder that the owner here never receives any guests.

However, neither Zhang Heng nor Agatha were ordinary people, and they looked like they had no plans to leave.

This opportunity is rare, and I don’t know when I will be able to come in next time.

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

"What do you want to do?!"

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

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

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

The old woman's hand loosened her grip on the broom slightly. She didn't comment when she heard the words, but she still said with a straight face, "Just leave the things there. Get out of here quickly!"

Agatha had no choice. They had made a mistake by sneaking in the service staff's clothes and now that the residents here were chasing them away, they certainly had no reason to stay here.

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

He looked at the fierce 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 entered the door, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack. Judging from the shoe sizes, they were both men's, and there was a high probability that they belonged to the same person. In addition, Although the room is fairly clean, there are still cobwebs and dust in the corners and in places that are not easily noticed. It is obvious that the cleaner is not careful enough and is more likely to be a male."

"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 her eyes, and she suddenly realized after a moment, "The upper part of this window is not as bright as the lower part, because the height of the resident is...well, six feet. Cleaned It can only be wiped underneath. This... this lady is only less than five feet tall, and if you step on a stool, the upper and lower glass should be equally bright."

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

According to the rules of the estate, only one guest can stay in each dwelling. "

"I am his aunt. We have always lived together. I take care of his daily life. I am the only one in the world who really cares about him." The old woman said.

"Is that why he never leaves the room?"

"Yes, the outside world is too dangerous, people are unpredictable, and there are traps everywhere. We live very well here and don't need to go out." The old woman said, squeezing her neck.

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

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

It was as if he had returned to that hazy seaside town, or that underwater palace, especially now that his connection with that existence was closer than ever before, so when he stepped into this room, that familiar feeling The feeling is also extremely strong.

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