"Dear Sir Henry, your family is really an old family, and all this is exactly what I think of an old family. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Ill said to Sir Henry with a smile as he looked at the stained glass with a strong historical atmosphere on the narrow and ancient windows, the handwork of the fine panels made of rafters, the specimens of lion's heads and the dog's head coat of arms hanging on the walls, and the large chandelier in the center of the roof that emitted a soft light.

"Yes, my family has lived here for 700 years, and when I first moved in, I was overwhelmed by the heaviness of this place." Sir Henry said proudly.

"I've heard that your family's misfortune is due to a curse?" Luo Hanya tried to ask.

Sir Henry was silent for a moment, a little emotional, "Do you really think so?" That nonsense can kill my uncle and my uncle? Six of your colleagues died in this way? This must be someone murdering! It's murder! It's a conspiracy! ”

"Relax, don't get excited, Sir Henry keep your gentlemanly manners."

Henry was silent, slumped on the couch smoking the tobacco he had brought back from his time in Africa, and Luo Hanya sat next to him without saying a word.

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"Sir, it's time to eat." Remo lowered his head and whispered.

"Let's go."

Luo Hanya walked to the dining room and frowned slightly, it was very different from the clean and bright dining room he imagined, it was a dark and gloomy place.

A long room with a flight of steps divides the room into two parts of different heights, the upper part for the family to eat, and the lower part for the servants. At one end there is a concert gallery on the elevation. The blackened beams stretched over our heads, and above the blackened ceiling, almost the whole room was ruled by dark tones, only gloomy and oppressive.

I am afraid that only by lighting two huge braziers can I dispel the gloom here for a moment, Luo Hanya sat awkwardly with Sir Henry in the small halo illuminated from under the lampshade, chatting in a low voice about daily trivialities, and feeling a great depression mentally.

A row of faintly visible portraits of the ancestors of the Bach family hung on the wall, wearing all kinds of strange costumes, and they all stared at the two people who were eating, silently accompanying and intimidating, so that Luo Hanya only felt that his scalp was numb, and he felt that this seemed to be the ancestral hall of the Bach family.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a pleasant place to be." Luo Hanya took a cigarette from Sir Henry and sighed.

Sir Henry said, "I thought I would get used to it, but now I feel that something is wrong. It's no wonder it's so unsettling. ”

"It's enough to scare anyone."

"Haha, don't worry, I've decided to install a line of 1,000 light Edison light bulbs in front of the hall in six months, and you'll never recognize this place again."

"Then I'll wait for a big change here!"

"If you and I can survive until then." Sir pointed his finger at him and Luo Hanya, "The one who spreads that nonsense curse will definitely do it, that murderer." ”

"With me here, no one can hurt you."

"I hope so...... Ah, if you will, let's rest early tonight, and maybe things will be more pleasant in the early morning. ”

"I'd like to go out and have a look, I'll be back in a moment, and I'll be living in your nearest house for the rest of the rest of my life."

"Remo, you go with Detective Jackdaw Luo and help him introduce him."

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There is basically a large wide European-style meadow in the courtyard, and there are many houses in the yard, and in the dim light, only a solid building can be seen in the center, and a corridor protrudes in front.

The front of the house was covered with ivy, and only the windows or where the coat of arms were attached were cut off, as if they had been patched into the ** of a black mask. The central building is topped by a pair of old towers with gun holes and many lookout holes. To the left and right of the tower, there is a newer wing made of black granite. The dim light shone into the solid windows of the mullions, and a column of black smoke erupted from the high chimney mounted on the steep and sloping roof.

"What a weird place." Luo Hanya shook his head, he originally wanted to explore here, "Ruimo, is there no one living here?" ”

"The last Sir was a hermit-like figure, employing only three servants in total, so there were hardly any people to see in such a large manor......"

"It's like looking for death by yourself, knowing that someone wants to harm you and so few people live together, is this forcibly increasing the difficulty?" Luo Hanya cursed in his heart, and at the same time lost the mind of exploration, and returned to the house.

Passing through a square verandah with a fence around the perimeter, and through a double-stacked staircase, Luo Hanya saw a corridor. Two long corridors run through the building from the central hall, and all the bedrooms open to these two corridors.

His bedchambers were on the same side as Sir Henry, and almost immediately adjacent, and they seemed much newer than those in the middle of the building, with brightly coloured wallpaper and countless candles that had somewhat dispelled the gloomy impression that had left in his mind when he first arrived.

Luo Hanya opened the curtains before going to bed and looked out of the window. The window was open to the grass in front of the hall, and then the moon. In the bleak moonlight, behind the trees, the edge of the hill and the long, low-lying, gently undulating gloomy moorland came into view.

Although Luo Hanya felt tired, he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, and the more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't sleep. He got out of bed strangely, "Isn't this script an automatic sleep skip time?" Is there any other task that cannot be achieved at night? Is it true that I haven't encountered the main quest yet, or are the guys above me not even sending me quests? ”

The old houses were shrouded in a deathly silence, and in the distance came the chiming of the chime, striking a quarter of an hour and a quarter of an hour. But then, suddenly, in the dead silence of the night, a voice came into Luo Hanya's ear drums, clear and loud.

He stopped thinking, took a revolver from his suitcase, and cautiously walked out of the bedroom.

There must be no mistake about it, it was the sound of a woman sobbing, like the forbearant and choked gasps of a man tormented by uncontrollable grief. Luo Hanya walked out of the bedroom and listened intently with his ears sideways. The sound could not have come from afar, and it was certainly in this house. …… (To be continued.) )