(a)

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"Haa......a

Red Misuzu woke up from a long nap and let out a long yawn. Noticing that it was dark all around, she looked up at the sky, but she didn't see a blue sky or white clouds.

"Oh, it's so late!"

When she fell asleep, the sun was still shining, and when she woke up, it was already the moon—she had slept all day.

Fortunately, the eldest lady and the maid went out all day, otherwise she might have slept in the afterlife.

"If it goes on like this, I wonder if I'm going to hibernate like an old man every year......" Hong Misuzu rubbed her stiff shoulders and muttered to herself.

As the daylight hours shortened, she became more and more tired, which was a bit of a bad thing. After all, instead of relieving fatigue, sleeping standing up will make you more and more tired.

"If you really can't do it, find a way to get a bed?"

Hiding a sofa bed in the garden of the Red Devil Pavilion without knowing it, and sneaking over to squint while Saki is away, this idea is perfect no matter how you think about it, it depends on how it is implemented......

"Huh?"

At this moment, Hong Meiling suddenly felt a vicious chill rising from her back, and goosebumps crawled all over the back of her neck in an instant. Without time to think about it, she reflexively leaned down and dodged the murder weapon that had been killed from the void.

"Boom!"

On the wall behind Misuzu, there is a silver knife. If she hadn't fallen down in time, the knife would have been stuck in her head.

For Misuzu, both the style of the knife and its strange movement trajectory are extremely familiar to her. The presence of a weapon means that its owner is nearby.

"Aha, Miss Sakiya, Miss, welcome back!Ah, and this gentleman I don't know is also ......" Hongmisuzu greeted her with a dry smile and said hello.

"I'm getting more agile, Misuzu. Sixteen Nights Sakiya glared at her and said coldly.

"Where, it's completely incomparable to Miss Sakiya. ”

"Then practice more and nap less!"

"Yes!"

This is the end of the exchange between the two servants. The two of them followed side by side behind Remilia and Nalan Twilight, who were chatting hotly, and slowly walked through the garden to the crimson mansion.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect ......" Nalan Yu sighed as he looked up at the Red Devil Pavilion that was getting closer and closer to him, "This building hasn't fallen yet, and you've moved it here." ”

"Hmph, did I say that?" Remilia hugged her arms and boasted a little proudly: "My ability is great, just a Red Devil Pavilion, I can fly with it." ”

"Okay, I know you're good. Nalan Yu agreed, and then changed his words, pointing to the roof of the Red Devil Pavilion and said, "Speaking of which, after so many years, this old mansion is still so red, haven't you considered changing the color?"

"'The aesthetics of the real man are so simple and rude', didn't you say that?"

"Oh, so, after five hundred years of ideological struggle, you finally decided to be a man? It just so happens that I have a home remedy ......."

"you!"

Remilia threw her fist at Nalan Twilight's stomach, but he skillfully dodged it.

"Haha!" Nalan laughed and asked again, "Speaking of which, is my bedroom still there?"

"Yes, but I don't know how many sets of furniture have been changed inside. ”

"It's okay, I just like the location of that room. ”

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, since you left, we have made several changes to the space in the Red Devil Pavilion, and the structure of the pavilion is completely different from before. ”

"What's the difference?"

"It's a hassle to explain, so ......"

Remilia snapped her fingers, and the mahogany gate opened not far away. A faint red light flowed out of the mansion, as if beckoning to everyone outside.

"It's better to see than to hear, and instead of relying on one of my mouths, it is better to confirm with your eyes. Am I right, Nalan Twilight?"

"Hehe, then I'll bother. ”

"Don't be inhibited, just treat this place as your home. ”

(b)

On the outskirts of Tokyo, in the dead of night, outside a six-story bachelor apartment, a young girl is sneaking around.

"201...... 202......203, this is it. ”

Usami Renko shines a pen flashlight on the door number, and after confirming that it is correct, she takes out her magic weapon, a set of ********, and begins to unlock the lock.

She had begged the ******** from a senior journalist who had asked for two dozen beers and a late-night snack. However, as far as she is concerned, as long as it can help her get more clues, no matter how expensive it is, she has to get her hands on it.

In fact, there is a reason why Lianzi would do this kind of hack-picking business.

Four days ago, her junior Nalan lost contact. After that, her friend Melly also disappeared under her nose. Although Lianzi reported the case as soon as possible, until now, no progress has been made in the search for the two men.

Therefore, Renzi launched an investigation on her own, and she had a reason to do it, and she had to do it. Moreover, she may be the only one who has the ability to approach the truth hidden behind the fog.

The only clue that Renzi has on hand is a mobile phone that she picked up at the Chengling Shrine. Judging from the model of the mobile phone and the style of the mobile phone chain, it is Nalan Twilight's mobile phone. Unfortunately, the phone was set with a boot code – a four-digit passcode lock that locked it if you mistyped it three times.

So she came to the door of Nalan Twilight's house, hoping to find something useful from behind that door. If Nalan Twilight has a habit of jettling down all kinds of passwords in a notebook, then she is in luck.

"Click!"

When I tried the sixth key, the door lock finally made a pleasant sound. Lianzi poked her eyes left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, she walked into the house on tiptoe, and then gently closed the door without making a sound.

"Click"

Lianzi pressed the light switch on the wall of the entrance, and the soft white light suddenly filled the room. It took her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light, and then she hurried to start searching for clues.

It's a very small apartment with only bedrooms, bathrooms and kitchen, three rooms in total. Therefore, Renzi's search did not take much time, but she was very disappointed.

The bedside tables and desk drawers in the bedroom were empty, the wardrobe was only clothes, and the bookshelves contained only a few novels in foreign languages.

The kitchen and bathroom are unbelievably clean, and there are a few frighteningly high bottles of liquor in the fridge, but other than that, there's not much to note.

"Is this guy a robot that uses alcohol as fuel?"

Lianzi closed the refrigerator door and suddenly felt a little deflated. She thought that even if she couldn't find the password, she would be able to find some other clues, but she didn't expect that she would find nothing.

Compared to this, what surprised her even more was that Nalan Twilight's room was so clean, so clean that it didn't look like an inhabited room.

"Ha...... "Delacura", "Frankenstein", "The Shining", "Call of Cthulhu", ......"

Usa saw Hasuko with nothing to do, so he had to go back to the bedroom and start flipping through the novels on the shelves one by one. She didn't want to read a book, but she wanted to try her luck and see if there were some notes, memos and anything like that in the pages.

"The King in Yellow", "The Werewolf", "Strange Tales", "The Hound of the Baskervilles", ...... What the hell is this?"

Even paranormal lovers like lotus seeds are shocked by the grotesque thriller novels on this shelf. Nalan Twilight, this guy, could it be that he is a supernatural maniac?

"Eh, wait, what is this?"

As he pulled out the last book, a piece of paper pressed under the book was brought out and fell to the ground. Lianzi bent down to pick it up and found that it was a somewhat yellowed black and white photo.

There are two people in the photo, one of them is Nalan Twilight, and the other is a tall and strong European and American man. They each carried a shotgun, and behind them was a wild boar as huge as a hill. On the back of the photograph is a line of words: "Xiao Hei and Xiao Ha, taken in California, USA, August 1923." ”

"In 1923?

After seeing this photo, Usami Hasuko was completely confused. Even though her intellect told her that it must be a retro-style imitation black and white photo, and the words on the back must have been written for fun, she still felt that something was wrong.

The picture is all too real: the rough black and white pixels look like the work of an old-fashioned camera, the shotguns and costumes in the photos are things of the past, the yellow spots on the surface of the photo are undoubtedly the traces of old photos, and even the smell of it has a peculiar smell of decay.

A retro black and white photo, does it need to be done in such detail?

"Jingle bell bell!"

Just as Lianzi was immersed in the whirlpool of thoughts, a rapid ringing interrupted her thoughts, making her almost jump in fright. She had gone through the deceptive lines in her head a thousand times and memorized the escape route ten thousand times before she noticed that it wasn't the doorbell at all.

"Jingle bell bell!"

There was only one telephone in this room, the one on the bedside table. Lianzi hurriedly came to the bedside table and checked the caller ID on the phone monitor:

"Caller ID...... Number...... Confidentiality?" she read the words above.

Late at night, in the bachelor apartment, a call from an anonymous number, Usami Renko, who is an infiltrator, do you want to answer it?

If you do, what should you do if the other party is an acquaintance of Nalan Twilight? If you don't, what if you miss some key information?

"Jingle bell bell!"

The phone rings again, but that doesn't mean it keeps ringing. Renzi knew that she had no time to think, so she no longer hesitated and grabbed the microphone.

"Long time no see, lotus seed, are you doing?"

A soft female voice came from the microphone, sounding both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.