[Are you really the last person here?] 】

Unlike the Port of Comfort at night, there is nothing to wander around in Westminburg, and the only thing you can encounter when you wander around at night is a night watcher that interrogates the three philosophical questions. Even if visitors have to move around, they return to their accommodation with beds and meals before nightfall.

Due to the delay on the way, Yvonne was the last to return, and when she returned, she actually met Mr. Wilbert here. He was waiting for Professor Brimer, for someone who had come here just for the materials on the Kraft manuscript.

From that brief conversation at noon, Yvonne could almost be sure that the other party's purpose was very clear, and she could even further judge that Brimmer had specially chosen to come when the "adults were not there". As for how to know the itinerary and why to stagger the time, it is full of doubts.

Before he came, he didn't think about being blocked by a little girl, so he could only live on the spot, and he could see that this was absolutely unexpected, and there was no possibility of arranging the schedule in advance.

So, is there such a possibility, Brimmer is nowhere to be.

【Right in the room】

It is very unreasonable to speculate that there was a man who stayed in an unlit room, did not take dinner, turned a deaf ear to the call outside the door, did not say a word, did not make the slightest movement.

Or was it true that Wilbert had already discovered this, and he loudly reproached himself at the door for arranging an unsuitable room for Brimer, was it for the servants to listen? Could this be a tactful way to remind the occupants of the room?

Through the keyhole, a shrouded color passed by. Yvonne pulled the velvet cloth that adorned his chest and covered his mouth and nose to ward off the rancid smell of dust. They still wander outside, like scavenging birds on the most fishy stretch of sand, waiting for stranded fish carcasses under the sand to be washed out by the tide.

Fortunately, she thought, after filtering out the dust, the rest is not very difficult to accept.

The mind is active, and many things are said to be accidental, but they may not be combined after combination. When Brimmer came to visit today, he happened to encounter these walking corpses growing mushrooms, and they happened to stay in the place where he lived.

Is he controlling these things? According to the development of the popular story, Yvonne immediately had the idea that the manipulation of corpses by evil means is not a new plot.

It seemed unlikely, and if that were the case, she wouldn't have escaped. Brimmer could hear the conversation outside in the room, and knew where she was.

So, the answer is no?

Everything seems to confirm her belief in the principle that nothing comes without a price. The strange people who can disappear out of thin air in their memories and reappear, with contractures of hands and feet, bones and shells all over their bodies, and their painful and rickety bodies are terrifying; That kind of thing, that kind of thing that is beyond intelligence and physical strength, with extraordinary abilities, also has a reciprocal price, a limit.

It's quite simple, he can't even walk out the door and deal with Yvonne, even though he's probably the source of it all.

Although she didn't understand why this was the case, she seemed safe. Stay here, and someone will come tomorrow morning, or the sun will naturally dispel the evil creatures that fear the light.

Yvonne heard a reassuring whisper from the bottom of her heart, she had been rewarded for her resourceful move, as long as she continued to be quiet, everything would pass, she could continue to live a comfortable life that she had never imagined before, and become a literate "senior talent" under the guidance of a teacher of too high status to understand.

But her eyes were still on the keyhole, her suppressed breathing rate imperceptibly increased, and she counted to the tenth, tenth mushroom figure that passed by the door.

No, there were actually nine, she'd seen this one, and at its flush keyhole waist there was a puff of blue scales.

This time the interval was longer than before. The blind corpses were not as numerous as they could have been, and they were being scattered throughout the building.

Their eyes are not visible from here, and they are assumed to be covered in plaque, or simply replaced by newly grown mushrooms. I don't know what kind of "seeing" road is used, in short, no one found her outside the door.

In his pocket, Yvonne felt for something cold, the key.

She waited with bated breath for the next walking corpse to pass by the door and walk away, and with the steady pen grip she had practiced repeatedly, she inserted the key into the lock hole and blocked the point of light.

Darkness enveloped her, and she closed her eyes to the faint sound of the metal writhing to make sure it didn't drown out the velvet-softened footsteps. In the other hand, holding the trophy dagger, the craftsmen polished it well.

If Bremer doesn't come to her, then she's going to find Bremmer.

Yvonne opened the door and took a quick look at the sides, his brightly colored back slowly turning the corner, unfazed by the peep behind him. She took the first step carefully, landing on tiptoe and stepping on the floor of the hallway.

It's lightweight, and it's not as hard as you think. Her movements are fast, her thinking is clear and smooth like snow and water, she covers the door, and walks briskly against the wall like a cat. She stared intently at the end of the hallway, watching as a bloated, pale shadow emerged around the corner, leaning over the shadows of the spiral staircase.

It took less than twenty steps for her to find herself unconsciously holding her breath. The heart flutters incessantly, an indescribable sensation surging beneath the surface of the struggling to remain silent, not like pure fear, but close to thrilling, even a little excited. She was on the path of will, though it was about the width of a single-plank bridge.

Like a heartbeat, once it starts, it can't be stopped. After giving himself a few seconds to breathe, Yvonne peeked out at the exit on the first floor, and then quickly retracted.

Two figures with a peculiar appearance and a high-spirited superimposed fan fungus crown on their heads slowly walked through the long hall that seemed to be paved with veil-like colored powder, and stepped over the servants who had fallen horizontally. At the center of the mass of dust are the human figures entangled in the eruption-like shells of the canopy, which seem to have "really died" after spreading the large dust and fulfilled some kind of mission, and are no longer irrationally driven like their own kind.

If we put aside the meaning of this scene, and whether there is Wilbert or the entangled one of the dead; Yvonne did feel guilty about a kind of "beauty" that could be understood without learning to understand, pure and colorful, far superior to the banquet setting at Rivers University.

Biting her lip heavily, she suppressed the sensation and the urge to cough that grew worse as she reached the first floor, forcing herself to focus on her goal.

Brimer's door was locked, which meant she had to get close to the internal officer's body and dodge the wandering body to get the keys.

It was difficult, but not impossible, as the clutter of tables and chairs along the way would cover her, and the string of shiny little metal fell on the side of a long table not far from the corpse.

Without hesitation, as the two bodies walked away, she leaned over and crawled over the corpses of the minions, and found that the number of people did not seem to match, and that there was a half-human gap at the edge of the dust.

(End of chapter)