There is only one study room in the Yang Mansion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Generally speaking, the study is for the male host. The hostess had a weaving house as her own fiefdom. Maybe before buying this farmhouse, he only thought that the old couple would live with Roy, and he didn't take into account his uncle's office problems. So if necessary, my uncle would borrow his father's study.

The entire farmhouse is made of wood, and the study is no exception. The unique pattern of the log becomes the best decoration of the room. It's just that all six inner surfaces have the same pattern, which inevitably makes people feel like they are staying in a wooden box, which is somewhat depressing. So except for the bookshelf behind the desk, which takes up an entire wall, the other three walls are covered with light blue decorative wallpaper. Small white flowers adorn the upper and lower ends of the wallpaper, like small rolling waves. Unfortunately, it was obviously going to rain tonight, the moon was obscured by clouds, and it was almost impossible for Roy to appreciate these subtle decorations in the study.

She had only been to the study once today, and she was not familiar enough. She felt against the wall and cautiously moved forward, but she accidentally kicked something.

Roy reflexively lifted his toes, pushed the thing against it, and let it land on the surface of his feet.

The painting.

How did you put it here? She remembered that her grandfather had placed it in the corner of the wall next to it.

Roy carefully landed on his feet and placed the painting on the ground. The frame kisses the floor and makes it scream.

This is not good for wooden houses, the slightest movement, even if the footsteps are a little heavier, the whole building can be heard.

Roy's ears pricked up, and he waited with bated breath for a long time, making sure that there was really no movement, before he breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up the painting.

The painting was painted from a photograph.

It's a lot faster to draw in front of a photo than it is to memorize, but there's always something wrong.

Roy put the painting away and moved it to the back of his desk.

It looks like it's just a wooden desk, but there's something else going on inside. Roy lifted the book, touched the pen holder, and finally pulled out a pen, a small screen suddenly lit up in the center of the seemingly rough table, asking Roy to verify his identity.

This is also a type of star brain terminal. The wrist-based terminal is convenient, but it's a bit uncomfortable to use. Therefore, there is often a set of large equipment in the study room, which is specially used for office use.

Generally speaking, as long as you swipe the wrist-type star brain terminal, you can pass the identity verification, and the data can also be easily transmitted to the past.

Of course, if Roy swiped his terminal, all he would get would be a screeching alarm sound.

Roy pulled his keyboard from the mezzanine under the table and typed in commands.

The Star Brain Terminal resisted for a while, and soon disarmed and surrendered in front of Roy, obediently accepting Roy's entry.

Then again, this hacking technique was exactly what the person she was looking for taught her. Although she doesn't use terminals often, she has a lot in common with the operation of terminals and starships, and she learns quickly.

Thinking of this, Roy couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

There was nothing in the Star Brain terminal, not even the recycle bin was empty, and it looked as if it had never been used.

Roy expertly typed in a barrage of instructions again, and it wasn't long before the deleted files lined up in front of Roy for Roy to pick and choose.

Roy quickly glanced around. At first glance, the names of these files are all a bunch of gibberish. But after a closer comparison, you will find that there is a certain pattern in these garbled characters, which seems to use a special naming method.

Roy didn't have time to analyze which documents she wanted right now. And the documents are all encrypted. She inserted the blank memory she had prepared into the terminal and dragged all the files inside.

The progress bar is moving fast.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Roy was startled, and quickly turned off the terminal's display, reaching out to cover the indicator light.

There was darkness in the study.

Someone twisted the door lock and found that it couldn't be opened, so they left. When the footsteps faded away, Roy quietly poked his head out and turned on the switch.

The file has been copied.

What a good boy.

Roy couldn't help but give the terminal a flying kiss, unplugged the memory, secretly pulled the door open, and poked his head out.

The hallway was empty. The night light in the living room flickered a little.

Was it the servants of the night watch doing a routine check?

When the light in the living room stabilized, Roy crept out, closed the door again, and carefully walked up the stairs away from the living room.

To be honest, she's a little entangled now.

Originally, according to her mind, she didn't even want to stay for forty-eight hours. Unless she didn't succeed in the night, she would stay until the next day, otherwise she should leave Yang's house while it was dark. Otherwise, if they don't find it now, it doesn't mean that it will be dawn the next day, and they won't find it after they go to the study. At that time, if she still stayed in the Yang Mansion, it would be a little embarrassing.

But it's raining outside.

The rain was dense and rapid, like a curtain blocking the Yang family's farmhouse.

Is it worth it to leave in the rain?

Roy thought to himself, a little confused.

Anyway, let's pass the information on to Kane and Jerry first. Roy then prepared to go back to the room to retrieve the adapter between the memory and the wrist terminal.

But when she went up to the second floor, she hurriedly dodged back to the stairs.

Her door was open.

Someone is inside.

Who is it.

Roy pursed his lips and glanced down at his pajamas.

I can't care so much about it. Anyway, the memory is waterproof, so it's a big deal to have a fever for a few days.

Roy turned to go downstairs, but just turned the corner of the stairs when her steps stopped suddenly.

Someone was standing there.

There was a small night light on the wall of the staircase, but I don't know why it was broken. The light from the second-floor window could only glide past the man's head, leaving the rest of the man helplessly in the deep darkness.

And the man was so quiet. If it weren't for the sound of breathing, it would have been thought that someone had moved a wooden statue to block the doorway.

Roy took a step back and asked in a deep voice, "Who's there?" ”

There was no answer.

Roy's eyes narrowed. She had been in the dark long enough, accustomed enough, to be able to make out that the man was wearing a servant's garment.

So it's still someone inside the Yang family. But why is he here?

"I'm hungry, is there anything ready in the kitchen?"

Roy said calmly, as if he was really just looking for something to eat.

But her gaze remained fixed on the man, guarding against the man's movements, and she stepped back one step in vigilance, then another.

Again, there was no answer.

Only breathing, getting heavier and heavier.

The cold ran down Roy's back, creeping up little by little.

"Why don't you speak? Didn't you hear me when I told you to get food? ”

She continued the conversation, which was not unusual at all, and the distance between her and the man grew further and further.

Suddenly, Roy turned around and ran up. At the same time, it was as if the man had been activated and chased after him! (To be continued.) )