After leaving this hair-making dining room, He Feng walked up to the second floor, facing the stairs is a study, in the room is a pot of spider plants next to the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, there are two mahogany bookshelves on both sides, which are stuffed with all kinds of books, and there is a fireplace in the corner of the room, which looks very warm.

After going in and taking a look at it, He Feng exited the study, but when he retreated, he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness coming over him.

He Feng, who was rubbing his head, wanted to go back to the first floor to see the situation first, but found that every time he took a step forward, his head hurt a little more, and the pain when he took a step back was less, and after he retreated to the study, the pain disappeared completely.

"Do you want to be so evil......" He Feng, who was standing in the study, looked around and said.

After thinking about the situation just now, He Feng understood one thing, you must know that his current pain is only 10%, but he still feels a headache, which shows how strong this spiritual attack is, that is to say, there is indeed some kind of ghost in this house that he can't see, and it is very powerful, so powerful that he can pinch him to death at any time, but the ghost did not do this, but forced him back into the study.

"Do you mean I want to find something in the study?" After thinking about it for a while, He Feng came to a conclusion.

After coming to a conclusion, He Feng carefully looked at this study again, anyway, it's such a big place, let's find it slowly.

So He Feng began to carefully search every corner of the room, rummaging through drawers, knocking on the walls, and touching the mechanism, but he didn't find anything unusual, and finally he came to the fireplace and squatted down and stuck his head in.

"Wonnyima!"

This look almost scared He Feng's stomach out, and there was a pair of eyes looking at him in the fireplace, this fright came too suddenly, so He Feng couldn't stand it.

"It's really a horror game." He Feng, who was sitting on the ground panting, snorted angrily.

But before He Feng could recover from his recovery, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the fireplace, and then a very deformed child slowly crawled out of it.

"Dry ......" With psychological preparation, He Feng was not so panicked, and immediately took out his fangs and dagger and put on a posture.

But after the kid crawled out, he just smirked at He Feng, and the laughter was not good.

"Is it all this little thing?" Before he figured out the situation, He Feng didn't dare to make a random move, so he had to stay away from this little thing first, but as soon as he took a step back, the little thing suddenly pounced on him.

Seeing the sharp nails that were getting closer and closer to him, He Feng resolutely counterattacked, and a wind thorn slammed towards it, but just as the wind thorn was about to hit the little thing, his head hurt again, and the strength of his whole body fell to the ground as if it had been drained.

The little thing seemed to be frightened, and after two strange screams, it fled from the study.

After the little thing escaped, He Feng also got up from the ground, raised his head and slammed his middle finger at the ceiling, this contempt was not only aimed at the monster who didn't know where it was hiding, but also at the livestock who designed this scene.

But now that he had found something, He Feng tried to get out of the study again, but found that his head still hurt, so he had to retreat again, it seemed that this room was red and there were still things he needed to find, so he had to continue to rummage through the cabinets, and finally his eyes stayed on the bookshelf, which was the last place he didn't find.

Most of the books on the shelves are books about art, and there are some biographies of people, all of which don't look special, but on the third shelf, He Feng finally found a different book, its packaging is very beautiful, and there is no title on the spine.

So He Feng pulled out the book and drew nothing on the cover made of vellum, except for a name written with a pen, Eve Delia.

After opening it and reading the first page, He Feng realized that it was a diary.

"Is this what you want me to see?" He Feng muttered to himself in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, he felt a headache after he finished speaking, as if he was answering that he was like this.

"Can't you be gentle? Is that the only feature that gives me a headache? He Feng rolled his eyes at the ceiling and said, but this time he didn't get any response.

"Alas, you have to admit it when you put it up." After sighing, He Feng opened the diary and looked at it, in the process of flipping through the diary, He Feng knew that the mistress of the diary, Eve Delia, was a nobleman, her husband was called Benson Yves, a baron, and a son named Tommy and a Labrador named Biscuit, most of the records in the first half of the diary were some trivial things and some anecdotes she had heard, but when she turned to the back, the recorded things were completely different.

March 9, rain

Yves seems to be in a very bad mood today, and he didn't even eat a bite of his favorite smoked salmon, and asked him why he didn't tell me, maybe Viscount Lal came to trouble him again?

March 10, fine

What the hell is wrong with Yves, he doesn't even look at the picture Tommy drew for him, if it were usually he would have complimented Tommy, I was distressed, really distressed......

March 11, fine

Yves brought back a mage and said it was his friend, but I had never met this mage, but Yves seemed to be in a better mood after he came to the house, and it seemed that I wanted to get to know him better.

March 12, fine

It turned out that the mage's name was Brandon, and he was from Rand City, and Yves said that he was going to stay at home for a while, hoping that he would not have any of the quirks of a mage.

March 16, rain

It's been a really busy few days, and this Brandon is really a humorous gentleman, and everyone in our family likes him very much.

March 17, fine

It's amazing, Brandon actually used a spell to create a pool in the garden, Tommy had a great time, and it seems that tomorrow I should make a good dinner to thank him.

March 18, fine

I really don't know how to express my feelings right now, the cookie is suddenly gone, what the hell happened, he knows the way home, someone must have captured him! Damn, if I let me know who did it, I'm going to throw him in the prison of the Empire.

March 19, fine

There is no news of cookies, Yves has already gone to post a bounty notice, hoping to get a result soon.

When He Feng turned to the next page, he found that the originally beautiful handwriting suddenly became very sloppy, and every word seemed to be full of panic.

Oh, my God! Brandon isn't a mage at all, he's a wizard, no! He's a madman, he's doing dark magic experiments in the basement and he's turned cookies into hellhounds, he's found me, what should I do, Yves, come back quickly, I'm so scared, I really

The diary ended here, and after slowly closing the diary, He Feng looked at the ceiling again and said, "So, you are Delia?" ”