Chapter 1423 Creator

"Devil?" The old woman was stunned when she heard the word, and then sneered, "Aren't you guys who enter other people's homes without permission and pretend to be service staff the devil?"

"Even so, it's more normal than imagining that my aunt lives with me." Zhang Heng said calmly.

"You said she was imagined?" Agatha asked in surprise, but the queen of reasoning immediately reacted and said suddenly, "Yes, this manor only invites the author, and each person has a room. room, since the owner of this room is someone else, then his aunt cannot be here, this is the most reasonable explanation."

When Zhang Heng said those words, the old woman opposite fell silent, as if the pause button had been pressed, and she no longer showed any movement or expression.

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

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

Some authors who originally had some mental problems suddenly became depressed after being affected by this atmosphere. Some terrible thoughts flashed uncontrollably in their heads. The pilot man from before began to pace around the room. At first, Fitzgerald crumpled up his half-written love letter, threw it into the wastebasket, and then held his head in frustration on the bed. Even Hemingway, who had always been a tough guy, cast his eyes on his bed several times. The shotgun in his hand had an ever-changing expression.

Agatha, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt even more intensely. Her expression changed, "How could this happen?"

After being silent for a while, Zhang Heng said, "I may have guessed wrong before. I thought his aunt was the culprit of his mental problems, because this room is most likely a replica of where he lived with his aunt before. place. Only in this way can we explain why it is so shabby and why there are hallucinations of his aunt. The Hobbit housekeeper once told me that each guest room will meet the needs of the guests to the greatest extent, and he chose to put his The guest room was transformed into a place where he once lived, probably because it gave him a sense of security.”

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

Agatha paused here, "Wait, you... seem to know someone who lives here?"

"Yes, he is its creator." Zhang Heng said.

"Who is the creator of whom?"

However, Zhang Heng did not answer this question.

So Agatha asked again, "What happened to the aunt you mentioned before?"

"I was the one who prejudged it. The old aunt we met before showed a strong desire to control. I thought this was the cause of his mental problems. But now it seems that his aunt has actually 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. This is also the reason why there has been nothing going on in the manor for so long, until we exposed his fantasy just now .”

"Wait a minute, I still don't understand why his mental problems would affect the entire manor?" Agatha asked doubtfully.

"It's difficult to explain this matter clearly for a while. There is some connection between me and him. Can I be alone with him for a while?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Okay." Agatha saw that Zhang Heng seemed to be particularly concerned about the residents of this room, so she agreed decisively without hesitation and then left.

After she left, Zhang Heng closed the door and walked towards the study. He could feel that the gloomy and depressive atmosphere was the strongest in the study, and as expected it flowed out from there.

Zhang Heng also didn't expect that he originally came to Room 515 to look for the owner of the manor, but he couldn't find the owner of the manor, but unexpectedly found the person who started all this.

Zhang Heng knew that the person in this room was the creator of the monster in the city under the ice, and since the monster's blood also flowed in his body, in a sense, the other person was half of his creator. , so the next meeting will be very wonderful.

Zhang Heng put his right hand on the faded brass handle in the study, took a deep breath, and slowly turned his palm.

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

After opening the door, the scene in the study is also clear.

This place is as simple and shabby as the reception room outside, but it has a large number of books. It is like a small library. There are also many old newspapers arranged according to date and piled in the corner of the room.

There is an old table in the center of the house, and a tall and thin man is typing rapidly on a black typewriter on the table with his back to the door.

The clicking sound of the typewriter was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

The tall and thin man at the table seemed to have heard the footsteps behind him, but he did not look back. He just said, "Aunt Anne, please eat first. I will go to the living room after I finish writing this."

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

The tall and thin man seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head from the desk and saw a strange man standing behind him. The man was squatting down and picking up a piece of manuscript paper 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 text elsewhere on the manuscript paper and handed it back to the man opposite.

The latter took his manuscript and thanked her stammeringly, then hesitated and asked with some anxiety, "Who are you, a friend of Aunt Anne?"

"No, I'm here to see you." Zhang Heng said.

"Look at me?" Lovecraft looked very surprised, and then said a little shyly, "But, I don't know you. I usually communicate with my friends through letters. They rarely come to see me."

"Yes, this is our first meeting. Although I have always admired your talent."

"Really? This is the first time someone has said such a thing to me." Lovecraft looked a little excited when he heard this, and a look of excitement appeared on his originally dull face.