Duncan stood at the top of the tall spiral staircase, overlooking and scanning this ancient and gorgeous mansion.
I once again confirmed my judgment: this mysterious mansion is almost identical in style to the room where the Frost Queen Leigh Nora slept!
With a thought in his heart, he immediately turned back and looked in another direction at the top of the spiral staircase. There is a deep corridor on the second floor. The walls on both sides are hung with strange oil paintings whose details cannot be seen clearly. Between the paintings are wrought iron candlesticks as black as thorns, with pale flames on the candlesticks.
The light and shadow in the corridor are dim, and between the hazy and dim shadows in the deepest part of the corridor, there seems to be a vague door. That is the room of the owner of the mansion?
Duncan immediately took steps towards the deep and dark corridor and walked quickly. The old wooden floor made a monotonous creaking sound under his feet. The pale candlesticks on both sides of the corridor seemed to be disturbed by the breeze he brought. Shaking irregularly, the originally eerie corridor began to sway with light and shadow, looking increasingly hazy and dim. Duncan stopped at the end of the corridor.
He frowned tightly, looking at the darkness in front of him. There was no door here. The door that appeared in the shadow before seemed to be just a fleeting illusion. In front of him, there was only the floor of a corridor that ended abruptly, and the walls and roofs were there. This place is broken and fractured, and on the opposite side of the fracture there is only an empty and terrifying dark space.
Duncan carefully came to the edge of the broken floor, poked his head and looked outside, then turned his head and looked around the fracture zone. Outside was an endless void of space, and the corridor under his feet was abrupt and lonely floating in the middle of nowhere. Standing in mid-air, no other parts of the mansion could be seen, let alone the room and door that should theoretically be at the end of the corridor.
Duncan stepped back and looked at this empty place quietly. There should have been something here, a room and a door, but now it disappeared.
like from this mansion
It's like "tearing apart" and disappearing into the nothingness. Suddenly a rustling sound came from nearby, interrupting Duncan's meditation. He suddenly looked towards the direction of the sound. A headless figure wearing a black coat was standing by the wall not far away, bending He carefully wiped a marble decorative table with his waist.
Duncan thought briefly, and then walked towards the headless figure. The headless figure did not escape like the fleeting figures before, but slowly straightened up. When Duncan approached, he even bent slightly. He bent down, showing a decent posture like a well-trained butler, but the bare structure above his shoulders made this polite and decent posture look a bit more weird and terrifying.
Guest, who are you looking for? A hollow and muffled voice sounded from the chest of the headless body. It sounded polite, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart. But after all, Duncan had dealt with many evil things in this world, and he quickly ignored the strangeness. , and started talking to the Xiutou body in front of him with a nonchalant expression.
Why is the room at the end of the corridor missing?”
"It left," the headless body replied: "It left a long time ago." Duncan frowned, and then asked: "What about the people in the room?" There should have been strangers in the room, right? "
"The mistress of the room also left, along with the room, a long, long time ago
replied the headless body.
"A long time ago?" Duncan couldn't suppress the disobedience in his heart: "Didn't you just leave?"
"Yes, it was a long, long time ago when the guest just left. The headless body replied politely: "Everything that has happened here happened a long, long time ago. The next thing happened a long, long time later. The words spoken by the headless body were strange and difficult to understand. However, Duncan 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 gap? Duncan suddenly thought of the brass key that led him to this strange mansion after turning the key, and that brass key came from a sane preacher of the end. A time-discontinued group, a brass key, Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly felt something. He immediately looked at his hand, and the cold touch seemed to have been delayed for a long time, and then suddenly reached his palm. A brass key lay quietly. over there. When he saw the brass key, the headless body standing opposite seemed to suddenly notice something. The body shook, and a dull voice came from its chest: Ah, it turns out you are the distinguished guest holding the key. , forgive me for being negligent, are you here to see the hostess? "hostess?
"Duncan was confused," didn't you just say that the hostess had left the room, and she had left a long, long time ago.
"There are two mistresses," the headless body said slowly, patiently answering the guests' questions like a butler.
One was the mistress of the room, she never left the room, and now she had left with the room.
The other one is the mistress of the mansion. She never enters the mansion. The words of this headless body are getting more and more weird. Duncan is confused by it, but he still quickly guesses who it is.
"The mistress who never leaves her room," should be the Frost Queen Leigh Nora. and then 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 is the Alice Mansion. The headless body quickly replied: "Of course the woman's name is Alice." Duncan lowered his eyelids calmly, controlling the subtle changes in his eyes. Everything was as expected. After turning the keyhole on Alice's back, she entered the mansion.
So how could this weird mansion have nothing to do with Alice? The name of this mansion is Alice's Mansion. Alice is the mistress of this mansion, and Nora is only the mistress of that room. The latter never leaves her room, so she is not so much a
"Mistress" sounds more like a special prisoner, and this is in line with the information revealed by Lenora: she is here to control the people in the deep sea.
The "copy of the ancient god" was bound to
"The Driftland," and now with the help of a certain warp shadow, "this particular prisoner has escaped, taking her cage with her. The prison's
But the "warden" is lingering outside the prison? Duncan couldn't help but picture Alice's innocent and happy face, and he couldn't distinguish that silly doll from the mistress of Alice's Mansion" or
"Associated with the identity of Dianqu Prison Officer in the Drifting Land, he quickly controlled the random thoughts in his mind, straightened his expression, and raised his eyes to look at the headless body in front of him. Why does the hostess of the mansion never Enter the mansion?"
"She is taking a nap in the garden," the headless body replied,
"She has rested for a long time, but it is not time to return to the mansion yet. Taking a nap in the garden? Duncan's thoughts were spinning in his mind but he remained calm on the surface: "Can I go see the mistress? "Of course, the headless body said immediately.
Although there was no head, Duncan felt that the other party seemed to have a
The "eyes" fell on the brass key.
"You are a guest holding a key. You can open any door in this mansion, including of course the door to the garden. Please come with me and I will take you to the garden. Duncan nodded.
He said "Yeah" and followed the headless body towards the previous spiral staircase connecting 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 housekeeper and guest here. The headless body calling itself the housekeeper said: " The attendants and maids in Xuntang dare not approach you, so I am here.
"There are many attendants and maids here?" Duncan remembered the whispers he heard in the hall before and the phantoms he saw accidentally. It sounds like this place is quite lively on weekdays? "
"The Drifting Land accepts drifters, as well as all the souls who stray here. Here, everyone has nowhere to go, so it is at least a good shelter.
"What's your name? Duncan asked again. I don't have a name. Guest, you can just call me butler." The headless butler said: Most of the servants and maids here have no names. Those who have names will gradually lose them. The people in the hometown will eventually lose their names. This is our destiny, and I was the first to come here. My name was lost a long time ago. "The people who have lost their hometown" Duncan suddenly stopped and repeated subconsciously. With this word.
"Guest?" The headless butler also stopped and turned his head to look at Duncan curiously.
"It's okay, I'm just a little distracted," Duncan quickly responded and shook his head. But just as he was about to take another step, an oil painting on the nearby wall suddenly caught his eye.
