Everyone tacitly did not raise this issue again.
He quickly finished the food on the plate and planned to go to other parts of the castle to see.
But as soon as he walked out of the restaurant, he saw the housekeeper standing at the door.
The housekeeper leaned over slightly: "It's already dark, please don't walk around, ladies, it will be bad if you disturb the earl's rest. If you want to visit the castle, please do it in the morning. One more thing, don't miss the afternoon. Afternoon tea at three o’clock and dinner in the evening.”
Games don't usually give a mortal game.
What the housekeeper said was the death condition of this world: not to leave the room at night, only in the morning, not to miss afternoon tea and dinner.
As long as you are careful, you can hardly make mistakes.
After the NPC reminded them, no one had to die, and they all returned to their rooms.
When the last door was closed, the fires on the walls of the corridor went out one by one, leaving only the copper lamp held by the housekeeper. The light was pale, reflecting on her face, looking a little distorted.
The housekeeper's eyes were indifferent, swept through the doors, and finally locked one of them.
A cloudy wind suddenly blew through the closed corridor, blowing out the only light.
The figure of the housekeeper seemed to melt into the darkness, standing there motionless, for I don't know how long, until the dull bell rang, and she walked forward silently.
Tuk Tuk —
The housekeeper knocked gently on the door.
Once born and twice cooked.
Zhou Wenyan climbed over the balcony with ease and walked into the next room.
Shen Dongqing was lying on the bed, and the jumping firelight fell on his side face, as if a layer of warm orange had fallen, and he wanted people to reach out and touch it.
Because the world has not yet developed to the point where modern technology is available, the mobile phone that Shen Dongqing is carrying is useless, so he can only lie in bed in a daze, closing his eyes and almost falling asleep.
Zhou Wenyan slowed down.
Shen Dongqing heard the movement, opened his eyes and looked over, expressing his doubts in a nasal voice: "Huh?"
Why did you turn over the window again
Zhou Wenyan sat on the edge of the bed, unable to hold back, reached out and stroked his messy hair.
Whispered: "There are people outside."
The housekeeper has been outside without leaving.
So Zhou Wenyan was worried and came to have a look.
Shen Dongqing narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously rubbed against Zhou Wenyan.
The castle chef's craftsmanship is good. He was a little full, and his tiredness came up all at once. In addition, Zhou Wenyan's yin qi enveloped him, and he was a little too comfortable, and he was about to fall asleep when his head was a little bit.
At this time, there was another "dong" sound from the balcony.
Wu Jia finally stood firm, and met two pairs of eyes in the room.
"Hit, disturb." Wu Jia saw the current posture of the two and raised his hand, "I'll go now."
Zhou Wenyan stopped him: "What did you find?"
Wu Jia was still wearing that weird big skirt. He took out a book from under the skirt and handed it over: "I found a diary."
Facing the candlelight, Zhou Wenyan opened the book.
Lines of delicate characters were written on the yellowed paper. The person who wrote this diary should be the last female guest who was selected to participate in the harvest festival, but because of the passage of time, some characters became a little blurry.
[X month X day, sunny
I was invited by the Earl of Carlisle to participate in the Harvest Festival, oh... I'm really lucky, who doesn't know that the Earl is a...]
[X month X day, overcast
It is a pity that Earl Carlisle was unwell and did not attend the dinner party on the first day. The butler said that Lord Earl will appear at the harvest festival. I hope that day...]
[X month X day, overcast
One by one, the girls who went with them fell ill, were weak, fearful, and even seldom left the room. Can they participate in the harvest festival? The housekeeper told me not to worry, but I'm always in the middle of the night...]
[X month X day, overcast
Oh, Lord Earl's health is better, invite me tonight... , I have to get ready to make a good impression on Lord Earl...]
The diary stops here.
Obviously, the owner of the diary encountered an accident after being invited by the count.
While Zhou Wenyan was looking at the diary, Wu Jia was looking at them secretly.
Wu Jia looked a little weird.
He had known Zhou Wenyan for a long time, and had cleared four or five dungeons together, but he had never seen him like this.
With Zhou Wenyan's appearance and ability, he has never lacked others to embrace, but he has always been indifferent. Some people even wondered if there was something wrong with him that caused him to be so innocent.
He doesn't seem interested in anything.
A game that others are afraid of death and life, he likes to play, he likes to walk a tightrope at the moment of life and death, wantonly publicity, and is not afraid of death at all.
But now, his eyes were so soft as if they were filled with honey.
Could it be that the iron tree is really blooming, and it is out of control
Zhou Wenyan closed the book with a bad face: "What kind of eyes do you have?"
Wu Jia immediately withdrew his dangerous gaze: "I, I'll go now."
It's just that before he had time to climb up to the balcony, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Shen Dongqing closed her eyes and listened for a while: "Well... not knocking on our door."
creak —
The door opened a crack.
Probably because it was too troublesome to put on and take off, the beard was still wearing that ridiculous skirt.
Holding the candlestick, he leaned over and glanced at it, and it happened to meet the housekeeper who was stuck in the crack of the door. Rao was that he had gone through so many dungeons, and he was shivering with fright.
The quality of the female housekeeper is excellent, even in the face of the strong women's clothing boss, she still keeps her face expressionless: "Miss, the count is welcome."
Beard swallowed his saliva, barely keeping his calm: "Am I alone?"
The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."
Beard: "Aren't you inviting other people?"
The housekeeper looked at him with an odd expression: "One is enough."
The beard suddenly had a bad premonition, his eyes swept over the housekeeper and glanced at the corridor.
The corridor was empty, the doors of all the rooms were closed, and it was extremely quiet.
It seems that no matter if other players hear the movement here, no one will come out.
The palms of the bearded hands were wet, and some couldn't hold the candlestick in their hands.
The housekeeper stared at him silently, waiting for an answer.
Beard gritted his teeth: "I'll go with you."
The housekeeper got a satisfactory answer, but the expression on her face did not change, she turned around and led the way, like a ghost, without making any sound.
Beard followed behind the housekeeper, holding a candlestick in one hand and a spell in the other, regardless of whether the spell in the East was useful to the ghosts in the West, this would give him some sense of security.
After the two figures walked away, one of the six doors quietly opened.
Then came out one, two, three figures.
Wu Jia whispered: "I think going out at night is likely to be a death flag, and maybe it will hit the final boss Earl."
Zhou Wenyan said lazily, "Isn't this better?"
Wu Jia: "Where is it?"
Shen Dongqing was puzzled: "Isn't it just the time to solve him?"
Wu Jia: …
How to say it as easy as pinching an ant to death? This is the boss, can you give me some face and be more serious
After speaking, Shen Dongqing shook his head again: "No, I can't clear customs so quickly. I think the food here is delicious, and I want to stay for a few more days."
Zhou Wenyan said, "Well... let's take a look, and we won't do anything."
The Earl of Carlisle would never have imagined that it would depend on the skill of the cooks in the castle to survive.
Beard heard the heartbeat in his chest quicken and thump.
Go all the way down the stairs.
The third floor, the second floor, the first floor... Finally, the housekeeper stopped at the door of the basement.
The basement was sealed off by an iron door, and various strange patterns could be seen on the iron door, which was inexplicably uncomfortable.
The housekeeper pushed open the heavy iron door.
Behind the door is a room. The floor of the room is covered with a soft woolen carpet. There is a screen facing the front. It is difficult to see what is behind.
The housekeeper bowed slightly: "The count has been waiting for a long time."
After speaking, the housekeeper exited the room and closed the door.
Beard came back to his senses, and subconsciously reached out and pushed the iron door.
Not moving.
It seems that there is no way to leave the room now.
Beard clenched the candlestick and walked slowly towards the screen.
Before he could cross the screen, he heard a weak, hoarse voice in the room,
"Ahem..." Like an old man who was dying, he said with difficulty, "Sweet lamb, come here, let me see your face as beautiful as a rose in the morning, let me touch your white as milk..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
The burly women's clothing boss came out.
The count lying on the bed widened his eyes.
Apparently, the housekeeper did not tell the count the bad news.
The bearded man looked at the count warily.
The earl was very old, the skin on his face sagged loosely, his eyes were cloudy and dull, his skin was covered with brown age spots, and when he got close, he could smell a stench characteristic of dying people.
The Earl of Carlisle was a dying old man.
She was still a woman, so thin that she almost took off her face. The whole person added up to her arms without a beard, which seemed to be invulnerable.
But the beard did not relax.
In the world of horror movies, the scariest things are children, women and old people.
The Count alone took two.
After a moment of astonishment, the earl raised his hand reluctantly: "Over... cough cough here... beautiful... cough cough..."
She really couldn't say those compliments against her heart, so she could only cover up the past with a piercing cough.
Beard stood still.
The count looked up at him.
The two were deadlocked for a while.
The earl suddenly made a sound of "uh uh", his legs twitched constantly, his chest was like a broken bellows, and he couldn't breathe. Even so, she still stared at the beard.
come over.
come over…
Bearded as if confused, he took a step forward and came to the earl's bed.
The count's face turned blue, but he still mouthed, "Good boy."
Beard came back to his senses, just in time to see the strange smile on the count's face, his heart trembled, and he felt the danger approaching. He didn't have time to think about anything else, so he quickly raised the candlestick and slammed it down.
There was a dull sound in the room.
The earl's hand was hanging by the bedside, shaking slightly, and completely lost his voice.
But the beard didn't stop.
Across the screen, he could be seen raising the candlestick again and falling again, again and again.
Repeated mechanically and numbly.
The housekeeper had long since disappeared.
A group of people came to the basement door unimpeded.
Zhou Wenyan pushed open the door, and a bloody smell wafted out from inside.
He shrugged. "It looks like someone is one step ahead of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the beard coming out from behind the screen, his body was covered with scarlet blood, and there were even scattered pieces of meat hanging on his face.
His expression was faintly mad: "I killed her, I killed her..."
The bearded man didn't seem to see anyone else, and walked up the stairs in a trance, holding a bloody candlestick in his hand.
Wu Jia glanced around the screen and almost vomited in disgust.
"The Count is dead."
Can't die anymore.
Shen Dongqing was very concerned: "Then we have cleared the customs?"
How can you eat western food made by the chef after customs clearance
Zhou Wenyan looked at the painting on the screen and comforted him, saying, "I should still be able to eat for two days."