Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

Everyone tacitly did not mention this question again.

Quickly eat the food in the plate and plan to go to other places in the castle.

But as soon as I walked out of the restaurant, I saw the housekeeper standing at the door.

The housekeeper leaned slightly: "The sky is dark, and the ladies are not allowed to go around. It is not good to disturb the count. If you want to visit the castle, please do it in the morning. One more, don't miss the afternoon. Three o'clock afternoon tea and a dinner at night."

The game usually doesn't give a dead end.

What the housekeeper said is the death condition of the world: can not leave the room at night, only in the morning, can not miss the afternoon tea and dinner.

Just be careful and you won't make mistakes.

After the npc reminded, no one had to go to death, and they returned to their rooms.

When the last door was closed, the fire on the wall of the corridor was extinguished one by one, leaving only the copper lamp in the hands of the female butler. The light is pale, and it shines on her face, which looks a bit distorted.

The housekeeper's eyes were indifferent, sweeping through a door and eventually locking in one of them.

In the closed corridor, a gust of wind blew through the ground, blowing out the only light.

The figure of the housekeeper was like being in the darkness, standing there motionless, not knowing how long it stood, until the dull bell rang, she walked silently.

笃笃——

The housekeeper tapped the door lightly.

Once again, I will be cooked twice.

Zhou Wenyan turned over the balcony and walked into the next room.

Shen Dongqing was kneeling on the bed, and the jumping fire fell on his side of the face, like a layer of warm orange, wanting to let people touch and touch.

Because the world has not yet developed to the point of having modern technology, Shen Dongqing's mobile phone is useless. He can only lie in bed, his eyes closed and closed, and he almost fell asleep.

Zhou Wenyan walked slowly and stepped.

Shen Dongqing heard the movement, blinked and looked at the past, using nasal sounds to express doubts: "Well?"

How come the window over again?

Zhou Wenyan sat down at the bed and couldn't hold back. He reached out and licked his messy hair.

Whispered: "There are people outside."

The housekeeper has not been outside.

So Zhou Wenyan is not at ease, come and see.

Shen Dongqing blinked his eyes and subconsciously went to Zhou Wenyan.

The castle chef's craftsmanship is good, he eats a little full, and the tiredness suddenly comes up. Coupled with the yin of Zhou Wenyan, he shrouded him. Some were too comfortable, and the head was a little bit, and he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, there was another bang on the balcony.

Wu Jiahao was not easy to stand still, and he was on the two eyes in the house.

"Hit, bother." Wu Jia saw the two people's current posture and raised their hands. "I will leave."

Zhou Wenyan stopped him: "What did you find?"

Wu Jia was still wearing a weird big skirt. He took a book from under the skirt and handed it over: "Found a diary."

Against the candlelight, Zhou Wenyan opened the book.

The yellowed paper industry has written a fine line of words. 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 words have become somewhat blurred.

[x month x day, sunny

I was invited by the Earl of Carlisle to participate in the harvest festival, oh... Really lucky, who doesn’t know that the Earl is a bit...]

[x month x day, overcast

Regrettably, Earl of Carlisle was unwell and did not attend the first day of the dinner. The butler said that the Earl will appear on the harvest, hope that day...

[x month x day, overcast

The girls in the same place have become sick one by one, physically weak, fearful... and even rarely leave the room, can they participate in the harvest festival? The butler makes me not worry, but I am always in the middle of the night...]

[x month x day, overcast

Oh, the Earl's body is better, invite me tonight... I have to be ready to make a good impression on the Earl....

The diary stopped here.

Obviously, the owner of the diary encountered an unexpected event after being invited by the count.

When Zhou Wenyan looked at the diary, Wu Jia was secretly looking at them.

Wu Jia’s look is a bit odd.

He has known Zhou Wenyan for a long time. He has passed four or five copies of customs clearance, but he has never seen him like this.

With Zhou Wenyan's ability to look like, he never lacked the ability to send gifts, but he has always been faint. Some people even suspected that he had a problem, which led to such a pure desire.

He seems to be not interested in anything.

Others are afraid of death and alive games, he and play like, most like to walk the wire in the moment of life and death, arrogant, not afraid of death.

But now, the eyes are as soft as honey.

It’s hard to make it happen that the iron tree has blossomed and it’s out of control.

Zhou Wenyan closed the book and his face was not good: "What is your look?"

Wu Jia immediately withdrew his dangerous eyes: "I, I will leave."

It’s just that he hadn’t had time to climb the balcony, and there was a sudden knock on the door.

Shen Dongqing listened with a closed eye for a while: "Well... not knocking at our door."

吱嘎——

The door opened a slit.

Probably because it is too much trouble to wear and take off, the scorpion is still wearing that funny dress.

He held up the candlestick and took a look at it. He happened to be on the housekeeper who was stuck in the crack of the door. Rao was experiencing so many copies and was scared.

The quality of the housekeeper is excellent, even if she is faced with a strong women's dress, she still keeps her expression: "Miss, the countess has a request."

The pharynx swallowed the water and barely kept calm: "Is it alone?"

The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."

Luo Hu: "Don't invite other people together?"

The female housekeeper looked at him with a quirky expression: "One person is enough."

Luo Han suddenly had a bad feeling, and his eyes swept over the housekeeper and glanced at the corridor.

The hallway was empty and the doors of all the rooms were closed and quiet.

It seems that no matter whether other players have heard the movement here, no one will come out.

The hands of the cockroaches are wet, and some can't hold the candlestick in their hands.

The housekeeper stared at him quietly, waiting to answer.

I’m biting my teeth: “I’ll go with you.”

The housekeeper received a satisfactory answer, but her face did not change. She turned and led the way, just like a ghost, and did not make any sound.

The hustle and bustle is behind the housekeeper, holding a candlestick in one hand and holding a spell in one hand. No matter whether the oriental charm has any use for Western ghosts, it can give him some security.

After the two men walked away, one of the six doors quietly opened.

Then came out one, two, three figures.

Wu Jia whispered: "I think that going out at night is probably the death flag, and maybe it will hit the final boss."

Zhou Wenyan lazy: "Is this not better?"

Wu Jia: "Where is it?"

Shen Dongqing puzzled: "Isn't it just right to solve him?"

Wu Jia:...

How do you say it is as simple as pinching an ant? This is a boss, can you give me some face, be serious?

After that, Shen Dongqing shook his head again: "No, I can't pass the customs so quickly. I think the things here are delicious. I want to stay a few more days."

Zhou Wenyan said: "Hey... then let's take a look, definitely don't do it."

The Earl of Carlisle would never have thought of leaving a life, relying entirely on the skill of the cook in the castle.

Luo Xiaohu heard the heartbeat in the chest speeding and creaking.

Go down the stairs all the way down.

On the third, second and first floors... eventually the housekeeper stopped at the door of the basement.

The basement was sealed by an iron gate, and various strange patterns were drawn on the iron gate, which was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The housekeeper pushed the heavy iron gate.

Behind the door is a room, the floor of the room is covered with soft wool carpet, facing the screen is a screen, can not see what is behind.

The housekeeper slightly owes: "The count waited for a long time."

After that, the housekeeper retired from the room and took the door.

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The silk does not move.

It seems that there is no way to leave the room now.

Luo Hu gripped the candlestick and slowly walked to the screen.

Before he could pass through the screen, he heard a weak, hoarse voice in the room.

"Cough..." is like an old man with a raging age. He said hard, "Sweet lamb, come over, let me see your beautiful, morning-like rose face, let me touch you as white as milk..."

The voice stopped short.

The burly women's coat came out.

The count in the bed widened his eyes.

Obviously, the housekeeper did not tell the count to the count.

The policeman looked at the count.

The count is very old, the skin on his face hangs loosely, his eyes are muddy and his eyes are covered with brown age spots. When he approaches, he can smell the smell of a person who will die.

Earl of Carlisle is a dying old man.

Still a woman, she was almost skinny, and the whole person did not have a rough arm, and it looked like no lethality.

But the hustle and bustle did not relax.

In the world of horror movies, the most terrible things are children, women and the elderly.

The count counts two people.

After a few moments of horror, the count stunned his hand: "Over... coughing over... beautiful... cough and cough..."

She really can't dismiss the words of praise, and can only cover up the past with a heartbreaking cough.

The hustle and bustle stood still.

The count looked up at him.

The two stalemate for a while.

The count suddenly made a "squeaky" sound, his legs twitching constantly, his chest like a broken bellows, breathless. Even so, she stared at the hustle and bustle.

come.

come……

The hustle and bustle was confusing, and took a step forward and came to the count's bed.

The count’s face was bruised, but he still said with a mouth: “Good boy.”

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There was a dull sound in the room.

The count's hand fell to the side of the bed, shaking slightly, completely lost his breath.

However, Luo Hu did not stop.

Across the screen, you can see him lift the candlestick again and fall again and again, again and again.

Mechanically and numbly repeated.

The housekeeper has long since disappeared.

The pedestrian unimpededly came outside the basement.

Zhou Wenyan pushed the door open and a **** smell floated out of it.

He shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that someone is one step faster than me."

When the voice just fell, I saw the hustle and bustle coming out of the screen. His body was covered with scarlet blood, and even scattered sporadic meat was on his face.

His look is faint with madness: "I killed her, I killed her..."

The hustle and bustle was not seen by other people, and he walked up the stairs and held a candlestick in his hand.

Wu Jia took a look at the screen and almost vomited disgustingly.

"The count is dead."

I can't die anymore.

Shen Dongqing is very concerned: "So, are we customs clearance?"

How do you eat Western food made by the cook?

Zhou Wenyan looked at the painting on the screen and comforted him: "It should still be able to eat for two days."