Listening to my words, Situ Cao obviously showed a regretful expression on his face.

Wang Yi stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, then turned his head to look at me comfortingly: "It's okay, I think Gao Wei, this ability of yours has great potential, maybe one day in the future, it is unknown if it can develop to the point of turning the tide." ”

I nodded, and said no more.

In the interval between the few of us talking, Zhang Qiang was rarely serious.

He looked at the painting on the wall, and suddenly turned his head to look at us: "Gao Wei, do you say that Mary's movements are a little strange?" ”

Hand movements?

Zhao Qiqi and I seemed to think of something at the same time, and we both looked up at her hand.

Sure enough, the fingers of her right hand were pointing to the upper left, and the abrupt movements looked very incongruous in the painting.

Almost synchronously, Zhao Qiqi and I looked at the ceiling in the direction of our fingers.

A large blood-colored arrow appeared on the ceiling.

The arrow points to the dusty cobweb-covered bookshelf behind us.

"The clue is in the bookshelf?" Wang Yi had a look of sudden realization.

"But with so many books, which one is what we're looking for?" Situ Cao was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Qiang immediately showed a bitter face, and he looked at me with some concern: "It's not like you're going to go through all the books, right?" ”

Zhao Qiqi glanced at him angrily: "So, tell you to use your brains more in everything, don't open your mouth and come." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the painting, "Look at Mary's right hand again." ”

Everyone looked at the painting again, and saw Mary's right hand resting horizontally on her waist and making a 'three' gesture.

Looking at the finger of her left hand raised upwards again, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood Zhao Qiqi's words.

I looked at them excitedly: "I see, the first row from the bottom to the top, the third row from right to left." ”

"That's right!" Zhao Qiqi smiled, revealing a teachable expression.

After listening to my words, Wang Yi, Du Deming, and Situ Cao all seemed to understand something.

Only Zhang Qiang still had a circled expression: "Hey, what do you mean?" Let's explain it personally. ”

The others had already walked to the bookshelf, but I was the only one standing beside Zhang Qiang.

Glancing at him, I shook my head and explained a few words.

After listening, he showed an expression of sudden realization.

At this time, Zhao Qiqi had already taken the book out of the shelf.

To be precise, it was to take out a tin box covered in cobweb dust.

The two of us hurriedly approached.

Zhao Qiqi brushed off the dust with a black cloth covering the frame and opened the rusty iron box.

Lying quietly inside was a yellowed leather notepad bound in thread.

At this time, the voice of the "True Demon" sounded: "Hidden Mission 1 is completed, get an additional escape clue - 'Mary's Notepad', the game continues." ”

Of course, since this hidden mission was triggered by me and Du Deming, the voice of the "True Demon" was only heard by the two of us.

I told the others what I had just heard.

Zhao Qiqi nodded, picked up the notepad and flipped through it.

The first page that catches your eye is full of rust-colored finger prints, which look a little shocking.

She handed me the notepad, and I reached out to take it, and read it out casually: "I hate this damn Battori bloodline, why was I born to be part of this family......"

I was about to continue reading, but suddenly there was a sound of trembling footsteps outside.

"Who's out there?" Du Deming vigilantly pressed the nunchuck hidden at his waist, and looked sharply at the location of the door.

I also subconsciously put the notepad in my arms, and then pressed one hand on the "Broken Witch Blood and Tears" necklace that was exchanged, and took out the dagger from my waist with the other hand.

Several other friends also vigilantly took out protective gear for self-defense.

"Hehe, don't be nervous!" An old woman's voice sounded slowly.

Immediately, the attic door that was originally closed by Zhang Qiang was pushed open from the outside.

She coughed, her gaze sweeping over the six of us, "I'm on your side. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, an old lady who looked to be at least seventy or eighty, with a wrinkled face, looked like a fox, and had gray hair, slowly walked in.

For a moment when we were stunned, she walked straight to the side of several of us.

The voice of the "True Demon" sounded again: "The key plot characters appear, and the game continues." ”

I glanced at each other with Zhao Qiqi recently, and then turned to look at her: "What do you mean?" ”

The old lady looked like she knew everything, and smiled faintly, but there was a fox-like light in her cloudy eyes.

She looked at me and smiled, showing her yellowed teeth, "I know what you're trying to do." ”

I chuckled in my heart, but my face didn't show anything: "I don't understand what you mean by this, everyone is just curious to come to this attic to take a look." ”

"Yes, yes, it's strange for you old lady to speak." Zhang Qiang also quibbled.

The other three were not as cheeky as the two of us, and when they saw that the old lady looked clear, they had to be silent.

"I don't argue with you." Listening to our words, the old lady waved her hand: "I came to cooperate with you, otherwise, do you think that just a few of you, the chief maid can be separated so easily?" ”

Zhao Qiqi heard the meaning of her words, frowned, and looked at her: "You mean, you are the one who made a strange noise just now and took away the head maid?" ”

"That's right." The old lady nodded.

At this point, several other people also understood.

Wang Yi stared at her potholed old face, still not daring to let her guard down.

"You just said you wanted to work with us, can I ask why?" Wang Yi spoke, but his eyes were fixed on her face.

"Because we have a common enemy."

Without looking at Wang Yi's expression, she didn't feel dirty, she dragged the chair next to her with thick dust and sat down.

"You mean Countess Mary?" My brain was racing.

When I mentioned the word Mary, the fox-faced old lady had an unnatural expression.

She grabbed the edges of the chair with both hands, and it took a while to regain her composure.

"That's right. That's her. The old lady closed her eyes and sighed, as if remembering something that had made her so painful.

After a moment, she opened her eyes again, looking at the portrait of Mary and her husband hanging on the opposite wall.

"Do you think she's pretty?" The old man's voice sounded, revealing a touch of killing intent.

I was stunned, but I still nodded: "Although I don't like her aura very much, in all fairness, her appearance can be regarded as amazing." ”

"Huh." The old lady sneered, looked at me with fox eyes, and said word by word: "But do you know? A few years ago, I was ten times more beautiful than her. ”