Gu Huaiyu stood in front of the door, thinking for a long time, and finally avoided the bloody handprint and opened the door.
The situation in the room was no different from what she saw yesterday, except that the only difference was that there was an extra small object.
It was a big slap doll, very shabby.
He walked forward and picked up the doll, patted the dust on his head, and finally saw what it looked like.
It was a little boy-like doll, wearing a short suit, neatly combed hair, and wearing a gentleman's hat on his head. The cheeks were pink and tender, and it looked a little cute.
Gu Huaiyu couldn't tell what it was like.
The moment she started, she felt that the doll was alive.
Whether it's the feeling to her, or the touch that comes from the other person's body when touched.
She studied for a while, but didn't see anything, and finally put the doll away and looked at the next room in the room.
Like yesterday, every time she walked a room, she would make a mark.
This is to prevent her from going wrong, or to come back again.
But it is a pity that it took Gu Huaiyu all morning and couldn't reach the end of these rooms, and finally gave up and turned and left.
At this moment, the doll she had put in her pocket suddenly fell off.
Click.
Gu Huaiyu turned his head to look, and found that the doll had fallen out somehow. It had clearly fallen out of her pocket, but in the end it stopped at the northwest corner.
The sitting is very upright, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it fell out of your pocket.
Gu Huaiyu pursed his lips and walked over.
In the northwest corner, there is something like a fireplace, but it is estimated that no one has used it for a long time, so it is full of dust and burnt charcoal.
and many more? !
charcoal? ! !
Gu Huaiyu suddenly realized something, and she stared straight at the fireplace.
She has entered so many rooms, although each room is empty without any furniture, but there are things like fireplaces.
It's just that there is only dust on the fireplaces, not charcoal or anything.
The presence of charcoal means that this room was once occupied, and it was still in the cold season.
After Gu Huaiyu stepped forward to pick up the doll and put it away, he looked at the whole room carefully.
Just now, she was thinking about the things at the end of this place, but ignored these things that were not right.
If you look closely now, you will find that there are many traces on the ground. Those traces are very square, just like some furniture was left here after a long time.
Gu Huaiyu reached out and touched the fireplace. It was cold and not warm, indicating that the people who used to live here had moved away a long time ago.
Gu Huaiyu guessed that it should not be Mitchell Lang Bo, but someone who had some relationship with him but had to leave in the end.
Thinking of this, she suddenly thought of the butler in her mind.
In this old castle, she had also seen those servants, but they all lowered their heads and did things dumbly.
Only the steward is different.
Just thinking of this, there was a knock on the door.
"Dear guest, you should have lunch." The voice was stiff, not the voice of the housekeeper.
Gu Huaiyu was surprised again and opened the door.
Outside the door was a servant dressed in gray and white clothes, his face was numb, and he didn't know how they found themselves.
"Where is the butler?" Gu Huaiyu asked.
But the servant didn't answer her, instead, he repeated what he said just now.
Gu Huaiyu thought for a while, then asked another question, "Who lived in this room before?"
The servant didn't answer, nor did he repeat what he said just now, just staring down at the ground with a numb face, it seemed that if Gu Huaiyu didn't follow him, he wouldn't say a word.
Gu Huaiyu also saw this, "Okay, just forget it if you don't want to say it." She seemed to give up.
The servant led the way, Gu Huaiyu didn't think too much, and finally said casually, "The room just now belongs to the housekeeper, right."
As soon as she said these words, the servant's footsteps stopped and he turned his head mechanically to look at Gu Huaiyu.
The voice was cold and emotionless. He didn't say anything else, but just said, "As a servant, you are not qualified to live in the house. Those houses are reserved for the host's distinguished guests."
After speaking, he turned around and continued to lead the way, as if the person who just said the sentence was not him.
Gu Huaiyu rubbed the doll in her hand, and felt that this time it was very strange. She couldn't tell. It was just that if there were so many rooms for guests, where do these servants live
According to the servants she saw yesterday to today, apart from the housekeeper, she has seen at least fifteen different servants, and this is still a small number.
The castle is so big and there are still many areas she hasn't explored yet, so the number of servants must be far beyond this number.
Since the rooms cannot be occupied by servants, where do they rest at night
With doubts, Gu Huaiyu came to the restaurant.
When she saw the person sitting on the main seat, she was somewhat surprised.
She thought that the other party would still avoid seeing her like yesterday, but she didn't expect to meet him at noon today.
Gu Huaiyu raised her eyebrows: "Mitchell Lang Bo?"
Mitchell Lambert frowned, as if he was not satisfied with her addressing himself so directly, but he endured it and didn't say anything, but instead nodded proudly at her.
"Just sit there, I want to hear your story." Mitchell Lambeau said suddenly.
Gu Huaiyu sat in the position designated by the other party—the other side of the dining table opposite him.
"My story?" Gu Huaiyu asked in a strange tone.
Mitchell Lambeau nodded and said the rules in the castle, "Everyone who comes here must tell three stories that belong to him. If your story is satisfactory to me, I will give it to you. award."
When it came to the word reward, a faint pink appeared on his pale face, which seemed to be because of his excitement.
"Even if you want eternal life, you can, as long as your story can satisfy me."
Gu Huaiyu put his cheek in one hand and looked at him calmly.
"Are you sure you want to know the story about me?" Her tone was a little weird, but Mitchell Lambeau didn't hear it. Instead, he felt that she was a little dissatisfied with her being there.
Mitchell Lambert added, "A good story can make me reward. But if you can't tell a story that satisfies me, you will be punished."
Although Gu Huaiyu was not afraid of what the punishment was in the other party's mouth, he was inevitably interested.
"What is the punishment you are talking about?" Gu Huaiyu asked.