Duncan stood at the top of the tall spiral staircase, overlooking and scanning the old and magnificent mansion.
He confirmed his judgment again: this mysterious mansion is almost identical in style to the room where the Frost Queen Lenora slept before! With a thought in his mind, he immediately turned around and looked in the other direction at the top of the spiral staircase.
There was a deep corridor on the second floor. On the walls on both sides were hung strange oil paintings whose details could not be seen clearly. Between the paintings were iron candlesticks as black as thorns, with pale flames on them.
The light and shadow in the corridor were dim, and in the hazy and dim shadows in the deepest part of the corridor, there seemed to be a door. Was that the room of the owner of the mansion
Duncan immediately took a step forward and walked quickly into the deep, dark corridor. The old wooden floor made a monotonous creaking sound under his feet, and the pale candlesticks on both sides of the corridor seemed to be disturbed by the breeze he brought, swaying irregularly. The corridor, which originally looked eerie and strange, suddenly had swaying light and shadow, and looked even more hazy and dark. Duncan stopped at the end of the corridor.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the darkness before him. There was no door here, and the big door that had appeared in the shadow before seemed to be just a fleeting illusion. In front of him was only a floor of a corridor that came to an abrupt end. The walls and roof were broken and fractured here, and on the opposite side of the fracture was only an empty and terrifying dark space.
Duncan cautiously walked to the edge of the broken floor, leaned his head to look outside, then turned his head to look around the fracture zone. Outside was an endless void, and the corridor under his feet was abruptly and lonely floating in the air. He could not see the other parts of the mansion, let alone the room and door that should theoretically be at the end of the corridor.
Duncan stepped back, looking quietly at this empty place. There should have been something here, a room, a door, but now it was gone. It was like it was "torn" out of this mansion and disappeared into the nothingness.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from nearby, interrupting Duncan's thoughts. He suddenly looked in the direction where the sound came from. A headless figure in a black coat was standing by the wall not far away, bending over and carefully wiping a marble decorative table.
Duncan thought for a moment, then walked towards the headless figure. The headless figure did not flee like the previous fleeting figures, but slowly straightened up. When Duncan approached, he even bent over slightly, showing a decent posture like a well-trained butler, but the bare structure above his shoulders made this polite and decent posture seem even more weird and terrifying.
Sir, who are you looking for
A hollow and muffled voice sounded from the chest of the headless body. It sounded polite, but a weird feeling emerged in his heart. However, Duncan had dealt with a lot of weird things in this world after all. He soon ignored the weirdness and talked to the beautiful-headed body in front of him with a calm face.
Why is the room at the end of the corridor gone?"
"It left," the headless body replied, "a long, long time ago."
Duncan frowned, and then asked, "What about the people in the room? There should have been someone alive in the room, right?"
"The owner of the room also left, leaving with the room, a long, long time ago," replied the headless figure.
"A long, long time ago?" Duncan couldn't suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart: "Didn't he just leave?"
"Yes, the guests just left a long, long time ago," the headless figure replied politely, "Everything that has happened here happened a long, long time ago."
The next thing happened a long time later. The words spoken by the headless body were strange and difficult to understand. However, Duncan could not help but be led to many speculations in his mind by these strange and obscure words. Discontinuity of time? Fault? Is this mansion in some kind of time fault? Duncan suddenly thought of the brass key. He came to this strange mansion after turning the key, and the brass key came from a sane end preacher.
A time-discontinuous group, the brass key, Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly felt something. He immediately looked at his hand. The cold touch seemed to have been delayed for a long time, and suddenly it was transmitted to his palm. A brass key was lying there quietly.
At the same time as he saw the brass key, the headless body standing opposite him seemed to suddenly notice something. The body shook, and a dull voice came from its chest: "Ah, so you are the distinguished guest holding the key. Excuse me, are you here to see the hostess?"
Hostess? Duncan was confused. Didn’t you just say that the hostess had left the room, and left a long, long time ago
"There are two hostesses," the headless body said slowly, patiently answering guests' questions like a butler.
One is the mistress of the room, she never leaves the room, and now she has left with the room.
The other was the mistress of the mansion, who never entered the mansion. The words of this headless body became more and more strange, and Duncan was confused by it, but he quickly guessed that the "mistress who never leaves the room" should be the Frost Queen Lei Nora.
And then he had a vague guess about the other "mistress. What's the other mistress's name?" He stared at the headless body in front of him and asked. This is Alice's Mansion, and the headless body quickly replied: "The woman's name is of course Alice."
Duncan lowered his eyelids calmly, controlling the subtle changes in his eyes. Everything was as expected. He entered the mansion after turning the keyhole on Alice's back.
So how could this strange mansion have nothing to do with Alice? The name of this mansion is Alice Mansion. Alice is the mistress of this mansion. Nora is only the mistress of that room. The latter never steps out of her room. Therefore, rather than being a "mistress", it sounds more like a special prisoner. This is consistent with the information revealed by Lei Nora: She was bound to the "Drifting Land" in order to control the "Ancient God Replica" in the deep sea. Now, with the help of a certain subspace shadow, "this special prisoner escaped with her cage, and the "warden" of this prison is wandering outside the prison
Duncan couldn't help but think of Alice's innocent and happy face. He just couldn't connect that silly doll with the "hostess of Alice's mansion" or the "warden of the drifting land." So he quickly controlled the random thoughts in his mind, adjusted his expression, and raised his eyes to look at the headless body in front of him.
Why does the mistress of the mansion never enter the mansion?"
"She is taking a rest in the garden," the headless body replied, "She has been resting for a long time, but it is not time for her to return to the mansion yet.
Taking a rest in the garden? Duncan kept a straight face while thinking: "Can I go meet the hostess?"
Of course, the headless body said immediately.
Even though there was no head, Duncan felt as if the other party's "gaze" was fixed on the brass key.
"You are a guest holding a key. You can open any door in this mansion, including the door leading to the garden. Please follow me and I will take you to the garden." Duncan nodded and followed the headless body towards the spiral staircase connecting the first and second floors of the mansion.
On the way to the garden, he tried to chat with the other party with the idea of gathering as much information as possible: "What is your status here?" I am the butler here, the guest, the headless body claiming to be the butler said: "The servants and maids of Xuntang dare not approach you, so I came here.
"There are still many servants and maids here?" Duncan remembered the whispers he heard in the hall before, and the phantoms he occasionally saw. It sounds like this place is usually quite lively?"
"The Drifting Land accepts drifters and all souls that stray into this place. Here, everyone has no home to go, so it is at least a good shelter." "What's your name?" Duncan asked again.
I don't have a name, guest, you can just call me butler, said the headless butler: Most of the servants and maids here have no names, and those who have names will gradually lose them. People who lose their homeland will eventually lose their names. This is our destiny. I was the first to come here, and I lost my name a long time ago.
The lost people... " Duncan suddenly stopped and repeated the word subconsciously.
"Guest?" The headless butler also stopped and turned to look at Duncan curiously.
"It's okay, I was just distracted," Duncan quickly responded and shook his head. But just as he was about to take another step, a painting on the nearby wall suddenly caught his attention.