Duncan stood at the top of the high spiral staircase, looking down and scanning the old and ornate mansion.

Once again, he confirmed his judgment: this mysterious mansion is almost identical in style to the room where the Frost Queen Ray Nora slept!

With a move in his heart, he immediately turned his head and looked in the other direction at the top of the spiral staircase. There was a deep corridor on the second floor, and on the walls on either side hung eerie oil paintings that could not be seen in detail, and between the canvases were dark thorn-like wrought-iron candlesticks, the candlesticks were pale with fire.

The light and shadow in the corridor were dim, and between the hazy and dim shadows in the deepest part of the corridor, there seemed to be a faint door, which was the room of the owner of the mansion?

Duncan immediately took steps towards the depths of the dark corridor, walking briskly, the old wooden floor came from the monotonous creaking sound under his feet, and the pale candlesticks on both sides of the corridor seemed to be disturbed by the breeze he brought, swaying irregularly, this already eerie corridor, suddenly the light and shadow flickered, looking more and more hazy and dim, Duncan stopped at the end of the corridor.

His brows furrowed tightly, looking at the darkness in front of him, there was no door, the door that had appeared in the shadows before seemed to be a fleeting illusion, and in front of him was only the floor of a corridor that had come to an abrupt end, the walls and roof were shattered and broken, and on the opposite side of the fracture there was only a hollow and terrifying dark space.

Duncan cautiously reached the edge of the shattered floor, poked his head out and looked out, then turned his head to look around the fracture zone, where there was an endless void of space, and the corridor beneath his feet floated abruptly and lonely in the air, with no other part of the mansion in sight, much less the room and door that should theoretically be at the end of the corridor.

Duncan stepped back, looking silently at the hollow place, where there should have been, a room, a door, but now it was gone.

It's like from this mansion

"Torn" out, disappearing into the void. Duncan's musings were interrupted by a sudden sound of rustling from nearby, and he looked sharply in the direction from which the sound came, a headless figure in a black coat was standing by the wall not far away, bending over and carefully wiping a marble decorative table.

Duncan thought for a moment, then walked towards the headless figure, the headless figure did not flee like the previous fleeting figures, but slowly straightened up, and when Duncan approached, he even bent slightly, like a well-trained butler, showing a decent posture, but the bare structure above his shoulders made this polite, decent posture seem a little more strange and terrifying.

Guest, who are you looking for? A hollow and muffled voice sounded from the chest cavity of the headless body, sounding polite, and a strange feeling came to his mind, but Duncan had a lot of dealings with the evil things in this world after all, and soon ignored the weirdness, and talked to the show in front of him with a nonchalant face.

How is the room at the end of the corridor missing"

It left, and the headless body replied, "A long, long time ago." Duncan frowned, then asked, "What about the people in the room?" There should have been a living person in the room, right? ”

"The hostess of the room also left, with the room, a long, long time ago

The headless body replied.

"A long, long time ago?" Duncan couldn't suppress the disobedience in his heart: "Didn't you just leave?" ”

Yes, it was a long, long time before the guest left, and the headless body politely replied, "Anything that has happened here has happened a long, long time ago." The next thing happened a long, long time later, and the words spoken by the headless body were strangely incomprehensible, but Duncan's heart couldn't help but be led to many conjectures by these strange and obscure words, the discontinuity of time? Fault? Is this mansion in some kind of time fault? Duncan suddenly thought of the brass key, which he had come to the strange mansion after turning the key, and that the brass key had come from a sane last preacher. A group of discontinuous time, brass key, Duncan's heart moved, he suddenly felt something, and immediately looked at his hand, the cold touch seemed to have been delayed for a long time, and at this moment it suddenly entered the palm of his hand, and a brass key was lying there quietly. And at the same time that he saw the brass key, the headless body standing opposite seemed to suddenly notice something, and the body shook for a moment, and a dull voice came from its chest: Ah, it turns out that you are a distinguished guest with the key, forgive me for being lazy, may I ask you that you have come to find the mistress? "Mistress?

Dunkenton wondered, "Didn't you just say that the hostess had left with the room, and had left a long, long time ago."

"There are two hostesses," said the headless body slowly, patiently answering the guests' questions like a butler.

One was the hostess of the room, she never left the room, and now she had left with the room.

The other was the mistress of the mansion, who never entered the mansion, and the headless body became more and more strange, and Duncan was confused by it, but he quickly guessed it

"The hostess who never walks out of the room," presumably said Ray Nora, the Queen of Frost. And immediately after that to another

"The hostess has a vague guess, what is the name of the other hostess?" He asked, staring at the headless body in front of him.

This was Alice's Mansion, and the headless body quickly replied, "The woman's name is, of course, Alice." Duncan lowered his eyelids silently, controlling the subtle changes in his eyes, everything was expected, he entered the mansion after turning the keyhole in Alice's back.

So how could this eccentric mansion not have anything to do with Alice? The name of the mansion was Alice's Mansion, and Alice was the mistress of the mansion, and Nora was only the mistress of the room, and the latter never stepped out of her room, so it was not so much one

"Mistress", which sounds more like a special prisoner, is in line with Lenora's message: she is there to control the deep sea

"Ancient God Replica", only to be bound in

"Drifting", and now thanks to the help of some subspace shadow, "this particular prisoner escaped with her cage, this prison."

The "warden" is hovering outside the prison? Duncan's mind involuntarily conjured up Alice's simple and happy face, and there was no way to get that silly doll from the hostess of Alice's mansion." or

The identity of the Dianqu prison officer in the drifting land was connected, so he quickly controlled the nonsense in his mind, and while sorting out his expression, he raised his eyes to look at the headless exorcism in front of him. Why does the hostess of the mansion never enter the mansion? ”

"She's resting in the garden," replied the headless body,

"She's been resting for a long time, but it's not time to return to the mansion. Taking a nap in the garden? Duncan's mind turned and remained silent: "May I go and meet the hostess?" "Of course," the headless body said immediately.

Despite the lack of a head, Duncan felt as if there was a one

The "gaze" was on the brass key.

"You are a guest with a key, you can open any door to this mansion, including the gate to the garden, please come with me and I will take you to the garden. Duncan nodded

With an "um" sound, he followed behind the headless body and walked towards the spiral staircase that connected the first and second floors of the mansion.

On the way to the garden, he tried to talk to the other party with the idea of gathering as much information as possible: "What is your identity here?" "I am the butler here, the guest, and the headless body of the self-proclaimed butler said, "The servants and maids of the hall did not dare to approach you, so I came."

"There are still a lot of squires and maids here?" Duncan remembered the whispers he had heard in the hall before, and the apparitions he had seen by chance, and it sounded like it was quite lively on weekdays. ”

"The Drifting Land accepts the drifters, and all the souls who strayed here, and here, where everyone has no home to go, so it's at least a good shelter.

"What's your name? Duncan asked again. I don't have a name, guest, you can call me butler, the headless butler said: Most of the attendants and maids here have no names, and those who have names will gradually lose them, and those who have lost their land will eventually lose their names, this is our fate, and I was the first to come here, and my name was lost a long time ago. The Lost Man" Duncan stopped abruptly and subconsciously repeated the word.

"Guest?" The headless butler also stopped, turning his head to look at Duncan curiously.

"It's okay, it's just a little distracted," Duncan shook his head and said. But just as he was about to step out again, an oil painting on a nearby wall suddenly caught his eye.