"No End"

It was supposed to be an exquisite garden with a French flair.

The buildings, the roads, the flower beds, the pools, the flowers and trees, all present the symmetrical beauty of classicism, full of a tame natural atmosphere, neither in size nor in style, below the Garden of Versailles.

However, it has not been repaired for too long, and even the most beautiful garden has become overgrown and dilapidated.

Inside the pool, the accumulated rainwater has turned black and emits a disgusting stench.

The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, which should have been neatly trimmed, were half dead, and the dry branches swayed in the cold wind, like monsters ready to pounce.

Lush creepers dot the castle in the middle of the garden, and even though it's winter, this extremely hardy species still makes it a sea of green, and even the wide windows are tightly blocked.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, with a hint of greenery, which, instead of bringing warmth, made the already dark room even more eerie.

'Squeak...'

'Click...'

In one of the highest rooms of the castle, there was a strange sound from the rotten floor, and a mirror hanging on the wall was still mostly intact, and in it, a thin fellow was projected, rummaging around the room.

On the other side of the wall, there is a small bookshelf, on which the surface of the books is intact, but when you touch it with your hand, it will crumble and turn into dust left by the years, and fly up with a thick musty smell.

He coughed violently a few times, covered his nose in dissatisfaction and snorted twice, and swept the books off with his other hand, and when the dust settled, a nameplate carved with irises appeared behind the bookshelf.

He took out a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the nameplate a few times, and then shouted happily: "Boss... Boss!

Downstairs, Xie Wuzhong was pacing back and forth in the hall of the castle, and around the hall, there were oil paintings that had become dull and abnormal, but they might be a problem with the pigment material, but they were still well preserved.

He was dressed in a black trench coat, somewhat like that worn by monks, with a small round collar and a hem that reached up to the knees, neatly tied, and walked around the dusty castle, but miraculously spotless.

In his eyes, this eerie and terrifying ruined castle was like the Louvre, looking at it one by one, his expression was as calm as water, and occasionally he showed a hint of appreciation.

These are portraits, and under each one, there is a date and a date, the time from the seventeenth century to the nineteenth century, spanning more than two hundred years, but the strange thing is that everyone in the portrait, no matter how different they are, no matter how they dress, look, or background, but the face is extremely similar, and it looks like the same person.

As soon as I saw the last few paintings, there was a call from upstairs, and as soon as I looked up, a slick head appeared in the corridor at the highest point of the castle, with squinted facial features, and waved my hand down excitedly.

"Boss, it must be a huh, those words are very similar to the ones you drew for me last time..."

With his shout, on the other side of the hall, there was a loud bang, and a huge granite stone that was a foot thick and two meters square was erected from the ground, and a giant came out from below, stretched out its arms, and pinched its huge palms on both sides, and easily lifted it up and put it aside, revealing a swarthy passage below.

The giant turned around, pointed to the passage with a smile on his face, and said, "Boss, I have found something here... From the garden, you can get here directly, and there should be a fork in the road... I'll look for it again!"

As he spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and went back directly, muttering incessantly: "Old iron, do you see, this is a famous haunted house in the suburbs of France, and there is a secret passage down there... Everyone, I will take you around..."

Xie Wuxuan looked in the direction where he had disappeared, shook his head and said nothing.

Wang Tao originally followed himself to make money, but he was still dead-eyed, except for the salary he had negotiated, he didn't ask for much money, and he usually relied on live broadcast to make money, and it is said that now he is also a little famous on the underground live broadcast APP, and he earns a lot of money.

It stands to reason that what Xie Wuzhong did could not be put in broad daylight, but this guy is quite measured, first, he never reveals his identity as the boss, and second, it will never be broadcast at a critical moment.

The main structure of the castle is made of granite, and most of it is intact, except for the weathered exterior and the decaying wooden floors in the rooms, and you will soon reach the top floor up the staircase.

Monk Jia was guarding the door, and when he saw him coming, he triumphantly pointed in the direction of the wall in the house: "Boss, it's right there..."

Even in such dim light, Xie Wuzhong still saw the nameplate at a glance, and finally a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he patted Monk Jia's shoulder gently, avoiding the large and small holes on the floor, and walked forward.

'Surmount', the name used by Saint-Sherman in the South Netherlands (Belgium), has long since been lost to the dust of history, but now appears in France.

So, some facts can be determined.

The plaque was made up of strips of irises, which were supposed to be gilded, but now the gold on them had fallen off, revealing a copper-brown texture.

Monk Jia followed behind him, grinning with big yellow teeth, this thing was discovered by him, according to the boss's temper, the green ladies are indispensable, and when Xie Wuwu looked at it, he said with a smile behind him: "Boss, this should be a mechanism, but I'm not sure if it can still be used after so long, and I don't know if there is any danger, so let's stand outside the house first, I'll try..."

Xie Wuzhong looked at him, his body straight back, and after a few steps, he had already appeared outside the door.

Although it was backwards, every step he took was exactly the same as the step he stepped on when he came, as if the video was playing backwards, which was very weird.

Monk Jia touched his body for a while, and he didn't know where to find a bunch of jingling things, and he was busy on the bookshelf, holding a thin needle and tweezers in his hand, and he was busy working, while working, he also muttered: "Boss, it's not me who blows, speaking of this craft, in this world, when I say third, no one dares to say second, who do you say first?

He was babbling there, but a pair of hands did not stop for a moment, like butterflies wearing flowers around the nameplate, a few minutes later, a crisp sound came, Monk Jia put down the tool, slapped his hands, and said happily: "Boss, Cheng!"

As soon as the words fell, the pupils of Xie Wuxuan outside the door shrank, and in the walls around the room, there was a sudden sound of bounce, and then there was a storm-like swishing sound, and small black shadows whistled out...