After Zhang Heng finished his bowl of beef soup, he thanked the head chef and the other waiters in the kitchen. He then got up and left for the backyard.
There, Agatha had already put on a waiter's uniform that she had just stolen. She even prepared a set for Zhang Heng. She watched him change into it, and then pushed a dining cart that was also stolen from the kitchen to the mysterious room 515.
Their plan was very simple. Since only the food delivery staff could enter that room, they would disguise themselves as the delivery staff.
Agatha took out her pocket watch and looked at it. After half a month of tracking and research, the Reasoning Society had determined that the daily delivery time for Room 515 was fixed. There was still about a quarter of an hour before dinner was delivered.
However, there was nothing they could do about it. If the timing was really accurate, the two of them would definitely meet the real delivery man.
So after Agatha and Zhang Heng looked at each other, she quickly reached out and knocked on the door in front of them.
"Dear guest, your dinner today has been delivered." Agatha imitated the voice of the delivery staff.
There was no response from the room.
Agatha couldn't help but feel nervous. She was worried that their simple plan had been seen through by the people in the house. Just as she was thinking about what she should say to make up for the time problem, the door in front of her unexpectedly opened a gap in the next moment.
Agatha's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw this. However, she was worried that if she acted too impatient, it would make the person behind the door suspicious. So she tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart and stood outside the door for about a minute.
However, after a minute, the door did not continue to open. There was no one and no sound behind it.
Agatha cleared her throat. "We're coming in."
After that, she finally reached out and pushed the door in front of her that no one had been able to open.
Behind the door was a set of seemingly simple guest rooms. According to the housekeeper, the guest rooms in the manor were designed to meet the needs of each guest. For example, Zhang Heng's room was decorated in a modern style, and it was fully equipped with all kinds of electronic products. The best-selling fantasy author's room was even more luxurious than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.
However, this room looked a little shabby. The floorboards had not been repaired for years and creaked when one stepped on them. Small patches of mold could be seen on the ceiling and walls. The furniture was also very simple and cheap. However, the room was surprisingly clean. It was obvious that someone had cleaned it regularly.
Agatha pushed the dining cart into the living room and placed it on the dining table. Instead of leaving, she looked around curiously.
From the decoration and furniture of the house, it should be the style of the early 20th century. Agatha was quite familiar with it because she lived in the same era. However, the atmosphere in this room was obviously a little gloomy, just like the crime scenes she had written about.
Ordinary people would feel depressed after staying here for a few minutes. It was no wonder that the owner of this place never received any guests.
However, neither Zhang Heng nor Agatha were ordinary people, and it seemed like the two had no intention of leaving.
It was a rare opportunity, and they did not know when they would be able to enter again.
Although she did not see anyone in the living room, Agatha was not discouraged. Soon, she moved her gaze to the closed door of the study. But before she could get there, a voice came from behind her.
"What do you want?!"
It was an old woman with a wrinkled face and a stern look. Neither Agatha nor Zhang Heng noticed where she came from.
She was still holding a broom in her hand, and she looked vigilant as if she thought Zhang Heng and Agatha were thieves.
"Ah, are you the guest here? We're here to bring you dinner." Agatha pointed to the dining car beside her and quickly explained.
The old woman's hand that was holding the broom loosened a little. She did not comment, but still said with a straight face, "Just leave the things there. Get out of here quickly!"
Agatha had no other choice. It was wrong of them to sneak in wearing the service staff's clothes. Now that the guests here were chasing them away, of course, they had no reason to continue staying here.
But just when Agatha was about to leave, she found that Zhang Heng was still standing there motionless.
He looked at the fierce old woman in front of him and said, "You are not a guest here."
"Why do you say that?" Agatha was interested.
"Because this is obviously a man's room," Zhang Heng said. "When we first entered the door, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack. Judging from the shoe size, they are both men's, and there is a high probability that they belong to the same person. In addition, although this room is clean, there are still cobwebs and dust in the corners and places that are not easy to notice. Obviously, the cleaner was not careful enough. The probability of it being a man is higher."
"Finally, and most importantly," Zhang Heng pointed to the window on the left side and said, "Can you see it?"
Agatha looked at the window carefully, and a flash of thought flashed in her eyes. After a while, she came to a realization, "The top part of this window is not as bright as the bottom part because the height of the guest is … well, six feet. When cleaning, only the bottom part can be wiped. This … this lady is less than five feet tall, and if she is standing on a stool, the top and bottom glass should be equally bright."
"But," Agatha frowned again, "if she is not a guest here, who is she? How did she get in here?
According to the manor's rules, each house can only have one guest. "
"I am his aunt. We have been living together, and I take care of his daily life. In this world, I am the only one who really cares about him," the old woman said.
"Is that why he never leaves the room?"
"Yes, the outside world is too dangerous. People are unpredictable, and there are traps everywhere. We live a good life here, and we don't need to go out," the old woman said stubbornly.
"But do you know that there is a demon living in his heart?"
Zhang Heng asked. Unlike Agatha, he already knew who lived here as soon as he walked into the room because the feeling was too familiar.
It was as if he had returned to the hazy seaside town, or the underwater palace. Especially now, his connection with that existence was stronger than ever. So when he stepped into this room, the sense of familiarity was particularly strong.
Because he knew that this was the origin of everything, the place where all the stories began.
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