While Alan was still working on the notebook, Daisy actually started to chase people, and she wanted to rest!

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest. Daisy was holding a flower pajamas, and the meaning of evicting customers was very obvious.

Well, girls are like this, sunny for a while, rainy for a while, even if it is her own sister, Alan is unpredictable.

Alan grabbed his notebook and walked out, the door slamming shut.

Alan shook his head helplessly, smiled, and turned away.

Suddenly, Alan's smile froze, and his expression became grim—and when he turned around, he saw his bedroom door quietly open.

He could hear people moving around the room.

He could hear someone whispering.

Alan drew his wand and walked forward.

Squeak, the door opened a little more, and then began to close.

The door, like the door of a haunted house in a movie, creaks, opens and closes.

"Who's there?"

Alan strode forward, grabbed the doorknob, and forcefully pulled the door open.

Alan let go of the doorknob and blocked the door with his body: "Who's there?"

The house was empty.

After a few seconds, there was no movement in the room.

Alan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Whatever it is, it's bound to come back again.

Alan lit the candlestick, sat down at the head of the bed, and looked through the notebook labeled Simmore again, but found nothing.

He sank himself into the soft bed and closed his eyes.

He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Alan didn't know how long he slept for an hour or two at most. I slept very lightly and uncomfortably.

Then, he felt his neck being choked by a pair of cold hands, and his body was extremely heavy, and he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Allen's heart was furious, and with all his strength, he broke free from the restraints and sat up.

Empty.

There was nothing in the room.

Although it was hot in the room, Alan was chilling.

He looked towards the foot of the bed and saw that he had already kicked the sheets and thin blankets away.

Alan sighed and leaned over to grab them, only to be stunned.

He heard a whisper.

Someone was talking in the house.

"Who...... Who's there?" Alan's voice was also low.

He heard more subterfuge.

As the eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the room became clear.

It's a curtain.

The long tulle curtain in this big house, fluttering in front of the window.

That's why you feel a whisper, right?

A soft glimmer of light shone into the room from outside, and the curtains cast a flickering shadow at the foot of his bed.

Alan yawned, stretched, and got out of bed.

He quietly stepped on the floor to close the window, shivering with cold.

As Alan approached, the curtain stopped fluttering and fell back into place.

Alan lifted the curtains and reached for the window.

"Ahh

Alan let out a soft exclamation and found that the window was closed.

But how could the windows and curtains flutter like that?

Alan stood in front of the window for a moment, looking out at the dim night. The wind is not too strong, and the windows are well sealed.

Just then, a face appeared in the window—a small, pale human face, but the figure disappeared in a flash.

It's the girl in red!

Alan spun around quickly, but there was nothing.

At this moment, a pair of cold hands grabbed his neck.

"Why, why did you enter my territory? I'm free here......" The immature and cold girl sounded in Alan's ears.

Alan was dressed in pajamas and his wand was not in his hand.

He reached out to break the hand that was closing more and more tightly around his neck, but it was as if he had reached into a cloud of cold ice and touched his neck directly.

Merlin's gem silently appeared on Allen's forehead, and the blue light shone brightly, and with a scream, the girl in red covered her face and quickly floated out the door.

Alan narrowed his eyes, rushed to the bedside, picked up his wand, and chased after him.

But the door was empty, and the little girl disappeared without a trace.

"Looks like it's hurt!"

Alan hurried through the strange shadows and back to bed, it was too cold.

Placing Merlin's gem on his eyebrows, Alan lay back on the bed again. Whether it recurs or not, it's important to stay energized.

After a sleepless night, Alan slept soundly under the blessing of the Merlin Jewel.

A loud knock at the door interrupted his good sleep.

Alan put the quilt on his head and didn't want to pay attention to it!

But the knocking on the door kept going, getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was deafening.

Alan stumbled out of bed and pulled the door open.

It's Daisy.

Daisy was disheveled at this time, not caring about Allen's angry expression, pushing Alan away and walking directly into the room.

"Daisy, what are you doing?" Alan was stunned by Daisy, okay?

Daisy walked around the room, as if searching for something.

Could it be that—

Alan hurriedly looked at Daisy's expression.

"What are you looking at?" Daisy said angrily, "It's so strange that I haven't found a mirror!"

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, he thought Daisy had met the little girl too.

There are no mirrors! Alan thought carefully about these two experiences in the manor, and indeed did not see a single mirror everywhere he passed!

Simmore—there were no mirrors on the estate—the hat on Aunt Josephine's head......

The suspicions in Allen's heart grew stronger, and this ancient manor house was like a mystery.

Could it be that they really came to the vampire's manor?

He had read in the Ravenclaw collection that vampires would cringe at the sight of mirrors or powerful sacred emblems.

These things don't hurt vampires, they just don't want to get close.

Sending away the stupid Daisy, Alan is completely sleepy.

After washing and dressing, he took out a large pile of candy from his salute, put it in a bag, and carried it downstairs.

Daisy was still upstairs, and only Lady Harris and Aunt Josephine were busy in the kitchen waving their wands.

"Good morning, Mom, good morning, Aunt Josephine. Suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, Alan greeted the two elders politely.

"Good morning, Alan, why don't you sleep a little longer?" asked Aunt Josephine in surprise.

Woken up by Daisy, she looked everywhere for mirrors. Alan blinked, looking extremely innocent.

"Then she may be disappointed, I don't like to look in the mirror, so I'm afraid she won't find it in the manor. Aunt Josephine responded generously to Alan.

Alan didn't notice anything unusual in her expression!

Either she is really frank, or her acting skills are too strong.

Alan decided to try again.