Fairy’s Box

Due to the lack of time, the two knight apprentices were also arranged by Agent Roconnor. The three of them took advantage of the moonlight to enter the second floor. This floor, including the windows and vents, was covered by thick curtains. pitch black.

In front of the door of the first room on the right of the handrail of the stairs, Agent Roconnor lit a match and pointed to the floor ahead:

"Here is the location of Mr. Charlie's death, from the posture of falling to the ground, the condition of the wound, and the information obtained from examining the remains of the deceased. We initially judged that he was a knife in his turn when responding to the murderer."

"That is to say, the murderer and Mr. Charlie are likely to be familiar with each other?" Yale inferred from the clues given by the detective and came to a conclusion.

"That's right." Agent Roconna nodded approvingly, fumbled for the key in his palm, and opened the door of the room:

"But the villa is too remote, and the Charlie family is just using it as a place to relax on vacation, and there is no way to check the entry and exit of people."

"But don't you think it's strange? Why don't the Charlie family even have servants in such a big villa?"

Bruno asked with a willow-like eyebrow, and seemed to have brought himself into the role of handling the case.

"Because many years ago, there were some bad rumors about this villa, so no servants were willing to come to work. Mr. Charlie was an officer, and he probably didn't believe in evil. In addition, the location of this dilapidated building is good, and the price is also low. , and simply bought it.”

Detective Roconna patiently explained, while recruiting and signaling the two to bring them into the room, groping around the dresser, lighting the candle, and sighing heavily:

"I have a hunch that the death of the Charlie family might have something to do with these rumors."

"Rumour? Has something weird happened here?" At the same time, Yale scanned the room carefully by candlelight.

The air was filled with the stale smell of long-term absence of sunlight, thick cobwebs hung in the corners of the walls, and there was rat droppings on the floor. The whole room appears to have been renovated, and the new chandeliers and dresser look out of place with the rest of the furniture. The moonlight poured in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a mysterious color on the old furniture, and the whole room looked gloomy and decadent.

"I hate this place, my god, what is this?"

With disgust on his face, Bruno kept kicking away the filth on the floor, feeling like he had nowhere to go.

"Someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night, but no one was seen when the door was opened. The stairs sometimes became very long, and it was impossible to walk all night. You can see strange reflections in the mirror and so on..."

The floor mats and blankets were taken out from the luggage, and they were laid on the spot. Detective Roconnor also disapproved of those rumors.

Bruno was at first at a loss, restless, and then imitated Arley to take out a handkerchief and wipe a rattan chair up and down, and his expression relaxed a little.

"Aren't you going to sleep? I've prepared three camping supplies." Roconnor, who was already lying down, stretched out his head from the blanket and asked.

"No, we will assist you in handling the case. It is necessary to stay alert at all times, just sit and rest."

Ares said with a dodge, and Bruno, who was beside him, immediately nodded his head. At present, they don't have the terrifying adaptability of Agent Roconnor, and they can't fall asleep lying down in such a place.

The teenager walked to the window sill, pulled the curtain and pushed open the window. The cold air outside the window poured in, and the decadent atmosphere in the room disappeared a lot. There was a faint roar of the ocean waves in the distance, accompanied by the cooing of seabirds. The dim moonlight shone down, only barely able to see the scenery outside.

Bruno, who was already sitting on the rattan chair, looked relieved, and gestured to him with satisfaction... I thought it was frosty, and the goodwill of opening the window increased. If the place is cleaned, this guy agrees to wear women's clothes. celebrate? So cute, she must be a beauty in women's clothes.

Yalei thought maliciously, walked to the rattan chair he wiped clean and sat down, closed his eyes, and entered into the daily vindictive practice.

The three of them quieted down one after another, and the room was filled with the rhythmic grunts of Detective Roconnor. The two knight students sat with their backs against the window, eyes closed one by one.

No one noticed, he touched the dark shadow, slipped in along the gap of the door, slowly wriggled along the shadow on the floor, first leaned near Bruno, was about to climb up the seat, and suddenly stopped, She shrank back as if she had found something dangerous. Then he slowly climbed back to the ground and merged with the shadow of the rattan chair.

After a while, he squirmed in the direction of Yalei. This time, before he could get close to the opponent, he stopped abruptly, merged into the shadow again, and slowly moved towards Agent Loconnor. Finally, he covered the on his face...

goo goo go go go go go go go go go go go go go go

The sound of seabirds woke up Agent Roconna, slowly opened his eyes, looked around suspiciously, found nothing unusual, and was about to go back to sleep.

Suddenly the door of the room creaked open, as if someone was quietly pushing it open from outside. Suddenly startled, he sat up and looked towards the door. The door was half open, so he couldn't see outside, and there was no movement at all.

Yale and Bruno were sitting side by side. If it weren't for the fact that their hair was blowing in the wind, they looked like two sculptures. If Bruno was a piece of exquisite porcelain, then Yale on the side must be a stone statue to ward off evil spirits.

He resisted sleep and got up and walked over, closing the door softly. Maybe the wind blows it away, he thought.

Back on the floor, and fell asleep in a daze, suddenly there was another soft sound.

Squeak, the door opened again.

Detective Roconnor sat up abruptly, grabbed the candlestick beside the bed unconsciously, and fixed his eyes on the half-open door.

...still see nothing.

"Are you two kidding me?" He didn't get a response, and he asked in a higher voice:

"Are? Bruno?"

The sound came into the corridor outside the door, and there was a burst of echoes in the empty space.

No one answered, and there was silence inside and outside the door.

Roconna woke up, he got up and put on his slippers, carefully carried the candlestick to the door, closed the door gently, then locked it, hung the chain, and inserted the latch.

"Bruno?" He patted the knight apprentice on the shoulder. Under the moonlight, the other party was as delicate as a porcelain doll, even the temperature was the same.

It's so cold... Did the knight apprentice have no body temperature during the training process?

"Are? Yare?" The agent walked over to another knight apprentice again and touched his palm, but there was still no temperature.

Is it? A haze flashed across his mind, and his heart beat faster.

Roconnor gasped and shivered as he put his fingers under his nostrils...not breathing...he was dead? My god, how is this possible? Are they all dead?

Snapped! The door opened again, and the piercing cold wind poured in. The door opened and closed under the wind, constantly knocking on the wall:

Da da da…

It was pitch black outside the door, and even the corridor could not be seen, and suddenly his body stiffened.

"Didn't I lock the door?"

"Obviously locked the door, and inserted a few latches!"

His scalp was numb and he stepped back again and again, his ankle hit the bed, and he sat down all of a sudden.