As it gets dark, a brass kerosene lamp with a cut-out pattern is lit on the dining table. The sea breeze that blows from time to time makes you feel good.

Grandin began to study the pamphlet in orange light. According to Borgia, he was accumulating life experience???.. coM

The content of this booklet is very detailed, and it even becomes a romantic style after writing, with both literary and graphic sense. The author of the pamphlet even interviewed an earl and recorded the earl's amorous encounter with Miss Eve.

Of course, the names of the people appearing in the booklet have been appropriately modified.

He stared at her for a moment with a smug look in his eyes, and then gave her countless kisses. She pretended to struggle......"

Grandin snorted in his mouth, lamenting the moral decay, and took a sip of the glass of juice he had just ordered:

"Even if he uses a pseudonym, this Earl is not cautious enough. He boasted that his waist strength was exercised when he joined the army...... He also boasted that he had several good estates in South Wales, and that he also had his factories in the county. I usually like to go to Ducey County for holidays...... An earl, so this is Count Campbell? ”

Grandin quickly associates the protagonist of the story with a real-life earl.

He subconsciously began to think about whether this news could bring benefits to him, but immediately felt that his thoughts were too dark, and he still had to be sunny.

He's a positive guy.

He flipped the booklet back, skimming over the large section of 'user experience', and then he saw the leaderboard on the last few pages of the booklet.

The number one is called 'Black Swan House'. The author, Harris, did not hesitate to praise it with a full star of praise.

That large section of fleshy praise even made Grandin think that the author had received black money and advertised here. However, Harris also bluntly said that the only fly in the ointment is that the opening hours of the 'Black Swan House' are not fixed. Sometimes it will even close for half a month, so it is often a waste of time.

"It's really capricious, and it stands to reason that you can only attract more business by opening at a fixed time...... If it's really that famous, why doesn't anyone in the elite want to own it? ”

He was keenly aware that there might be something wrong with this.

If Grandin had just been using the contents of this pamphlet as a pastime, he had now aroused some interest, and he felt that he should go there and check it out.

He waited in place for a while, recovering his mental state while keeping an eye on the pedestrians on the road, but everything was normal, there was no peeping and no attack.

So he stood up and left the open-air dining room with the waiter's meaningless smile.

Following the address on the guidebook, Grandin found his target on the corner of the town, a residential area that was quite secluded away from the bustling and noisy town center.

The 'Black Swan House' is a detached two-storey wooden house with a steeple roof. Under the wind and sun all year round, the wooden planks on the surface of the house have been sunburned and peeled. The old house is facing the sea on the left side, and the forest is visible a block from the back.

To the eyes of a Grandin nightwatchman, it looks less like a place of business and more like a safe house. But his spirituality was very calm for the time being.

There were no lights in the house, and all the windows were covered with pink curtains.

"No one?"

He walked past the house with his hands behind his back, and when he saw that no one was noticing him, he went to the letterbox of the house and looked through the delivery hole.

The mailbox was empty.

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"The mailbox is not dusty, which means that it is still in normal use, and there may be people in the house."

When this conclusion was reached, Grandin was a little troubled. Truth be told, his current state is not suitable for further investigation, but this house is very suspicious.

He pulled out the pamphlet again, but there was only so much about the 'Black Swan House', and although it was highly rated, it was too little described.

If he wants to continue investigating, he'll have to take risks on his own.

For example, climb over the fence across the lawn and follow the drainage pipe to the second-floor terrace, where the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace do not seem to be tightly closed, from where you can enter the old house.

But even if it's locked, it's not afraid, sliding the door and picking the lock, rummaging through the cabinet is also a necessary skill for a detective. Grandin had learned from Bishop Rosen.

The old man's rich life experience has allowed him to master quite a lot of practical skills.

The question before Grandin is whether it's worth it.

There was still no reminder of his spirituality, which at least showed that things weren't too bad.

He thought about it and decided to test it in another way.

He opened the fence gate and followed the gravel path to the porch of the old house. Also some of the faded doors were hung with brass bells.

He pulled the string from the bell and made it make a 'jingle bell' sound.

Now he is not a night watchman, just an ordinary guest. He didn't touch anything but the doorbell.

The doorbell rang twice in a row, and there was still no answer in the house, but Grandin could smell a hint of women's perfume in the sea breeze.

"Hello, is anyone here? It was Harris who introduced me here. ”

Grandin said with a complacent expression.

His voice is not loud, but it is guaranteed to be heard by those behind the door.

"Harris doesn't have the guts to come back here. If he dares to come back, next time you'll call her Harris. ”

The door opened, and from inside came the sound of orioles singing. The light provided by the streetlights allowed Grandin to see who was opening the door.

She is dressed in a black dress and has soft facial features. The long red hair naturally fell from his shoulders, and the expression on his face was like a smile:

"Why don't you come in and sit down, this ...... Guest? ”

But the smile on her face quickly turned into disgust:

"How long the hell have you been in that little alley? You're like a rotten egg right now. ”

Grandin's heart thumped so hard that he almost reflexively pulled out the revolver under his armpit.

It's a red-haired 'witch'! He remembered that thrilling afternoon again.

And the woman who just peeked at him was also the woman in front of him.

Isn't the night too exciting? Why is my spirit unresponsive!

"What's wrong? Won't the guests come in and sit down? Standing on the porch all the time will make the surrounding neighbors feel strange. ”

The 'witch' stepped out of the way and urged. With that, she turned around defenselessly and walked with her back to Grandin into the room.

She gave me a completely different feeling than the last time I fought! But she doesn't seem to want to cause conflict?

The 'witch''s frank attitude made him a little undecided for a while.