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I don't know if it's because of today's special situation, or if it's usually like this, there is nothing else in the entire hall on the first floor except for the two guards standing guard at the door.

"Do you feel weird in this house! In such a big house, not even a single servant was seen. ”

Gretel whispered, with tension in her words,

John shook his head, blew out the candle on the hanging platform, and whispered,

"It's a little quiet, I really don't feel weird, everyone likes a different style, maybe the owner of this villa prefers a quiet atmosphere."

The three parted at the top of the staircase, and the witcher siblings walked up the stairs while John began his search along the first floor.

The entire floor is structured in an east-west arrangement, with the central part being the main hall and six bedrooms on each side.

And all he had to do was search the six bedrooms as quickly as he could, and find what he needed from them.

An azure aperture appears in the pupil of the left eye, and the aperture rotates, filling it with piles of data.

"Zero, sift through the information."

"Understood!"

A familiar voice came from my head, the scenery in my eyes changed again, the floating data disappeared, and on the clean floor, the footprints left by people walking around emerged bit by bit.

There are footprints left in front of each room, and the number varies, and according to the general situation, in the main villa, the room with the most footprints in front of the door is either the reception room or the study.

John walked back and forth in the hallway, eventually stopping at the door of the second bedroom on the right.

"This is it."

He exhaled softly, put his right hand on the handle, and gently pulled down,

Click!

Halfway through the hand, it's stuck there.

"It's locked, but it's not going to bother me."

John smiled slightly, took out a small package from his arms, and opened the package, on which a series of necessary items for stealing, such as hairpins, daggers, steel needles, and fire folds, were all placed.

He crouched down and inserted the hairpin into the keyhole, his fingers flicking lightly, his blue eyes not blinking.

Click!

The hairpin unlocked the lock ring and the door opened.

The cool breeze blew through the crack in the door, and John couldn't help but feel a little nervous, worried that someone would rush out from behind the door.

He carefully pushed the wooden door, and when the slit was a little wider, he poked his head in to take a look.

The light of the fire on the horizon illuminated the cold house through the window, and there was no one in the house, judging by the furniture and other decorations, this house should be the study.

Seeing this, John immediately relieved himself, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in openly.

"Zero, it's up to you to look at it below, make sure you find what I'm looking for."

"Don't worry!"

A soft voice came from his head, and the voice fell, and the circle of light in his left eye began to rotate rapidly, and his vision shook for a while, and the things in the room were like dismembered equations, divided into countless branches, and appeared little by little.

Cracked carpets, books that haven't been touched in a long time, broken cobwebs, clean fireplaces......

Everything became clear, and with this information, John even understood the habits and hobbies of the owner of the study.

He doesn't like to read, he likes red wine with sugar, and he sits in an improperly posture and often leans back on his chair to the point that it has oval scratches on the heel.

He also has gray hair on his head and is used to keeping important documents in a drawer on his right-hand side.

Countless pieces of data crossed his mind, and John turned, his gaze wandering over the drawer where important documents were kept, and landing on the fireplace on his right.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"Yes! You're right, this villa does have a basement, just below this house. ”

Zero replied, and the field of view changed, and the data in the study disappeared, revealing scratches on the ground in front of the fireplace from the constant friction and the difference in elevation of the floor that had been floating up and down.

"The passage is just below the fireplace." Zero said,

John's brow furrowed slightly, and he walked over to the fireplace, tapping his fingers the ground a few times.

Boom! Boom! The sound is so clear in a quiet room.

Judging by the sound, the bottom is empty.

"Help me find the switch!" Again John commanded,

"Okay."

The stopped aperture began to rotate again, and the gaze shifted back and forth to the candelabra in the upper right of the fireplace.

"There are a lot of handprints under the candlesticks."

"Got it."

John uttered silently, stepped forward, reached out and grasped the candlestick, twisting it to the right with the feeling.

Click!

The sound of chains turning came from an unknown corner, and the fireplace moved to the left, the floor caving to reveal a downward stone staircase.

John took a deep breath and suddenly had the feeling that he was approaching the thing step by step, and that perhaps he would be able to uncover it for the next night.

He pulled out his revolver, picked up a burning candle and walked down the passage.

The downward journey is not long, about four meters.

John pushed open the wooden door at the end of the stone steps, and a large flame of burning candles suddenly took over the entire field of vision.

There were many candles in the stone room, some lit and some not.

There is a stone table altar in the innermost part, a bookshelf on the left wall, and a bar on the right with wine, cups, and a plate of uneaten cream cakes.

But none of this is important, what matters is that in the center of the stone chamber there is a beautifully carved sarcophagus.

"Coffin."

John's expression changed slightly, his eyes showed doubt, he put the candle aside, the pupil of his left eye glowed blue, and began to search for traces of the entire stone chamber.

There was a thick layer of dust on the shelves, no one had cleaned it for a long time, the footprints in front of the bar and around the coffin were piled up, someone should have been standing there often, and judging by the hardening of the cream cake on the table, the owner would not have been out of here for more than six hours.

"This should be it." John let out a sigh of relief and turned his gaze around, "But where is the thing hidden?" ”

"Zero!"

"Stop shouting, I'm looking for something?"

The voice in my head carried dissatisfaction, and even some taste of a negative strike,

John was speechless, the guy was getting more and more childish.

A few seconds later, a red arrow appeared in view, slicing across the coffin and pointing to the stone table directly opposite.

There is an altar on the stone table, on which there is a pull ring and three reels, each of which has six scales, and the six scales correspond to six Arabic numerals, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.

"Combination lock!"

John frowned and said, "Can it be broken?" ”

"Don't ask this kind of question of lowering IQ, this is just a cryptographic device in the mid-19th century, how can a personal butler with the most advanced technology in the 21st century not be able to break this low-level product."

"The passwords are 3, 6, 5, arranged from left to right."

"By the way, be careful of the mechanism!" Zero reminded,

John nodded, with a serious look on his face, adjusted the three reels to their respective positions, and then pulled the bracelet.

Click! Click!

The sound of some cracking echoed through the room, and the middle part of the altar cracked in all directions, revealing the dark gold iron box inside.

At the same time, the moment the combination lock was opened, a crack was quietly revealed in the sarcophagus in the center of the stone chamber.

A withered palm poked out of the crack, clutching the sliding lid of the coffin.