The night in Westminsterburg is different from that of Solace Harbor. There is nothing worth wandering around. The only thing you can encounter if you wander around after dark is the night patrol team asking about the three major philosophical questions. Even if the visitors want to walk around, they will still be there at night.
Return to your accommodation with a bed and meals.
Due to the delay on the road, Yin Feng was among the last group to return, and when she came back, she actually met Mr. Wilbert here. He was waiting for Professor Brimmer, who came here just for the Kraft manuscript.
data person.
From the brief conversation at noon, Yin Feng was basically sure that the other party's purpose was very clear. If she was bolder, she could even further judge that Brimer specifically chose to come when "the adults are not around." As for how she learned about the itinerary and why
To stagger the time is even more doubtful.
Before he came, he had never thought about being blocked by a little girl, so he could only live on the spot. It was obvious that this was absolutely unexpected, and there was no possibility of arranging the schedule in advance.
So, is there a possibility that Brimmer is nowhere to be found?
【Just in the room】
It is a very unreasonable guess that there is a person staying in an unlit room, refusing to take dinner, turning a deaf ear to calls outside the door, saying nothing, and not making any noise.
Or in fact, Wilbert had discovered this earlier. He loudly reproached himself at the door for arranging an inappropriate room for Brimer. Was he meant to listen to the servants? Could this be a tactful reminder that the room should be occupied?
Customer's way?
Through the keyhole, a piece of color covering the lights passed before his eyes. Yin Feng pulled up the velvet cloth decorated on his chest and covered his mouth and nose to resist the smell of putrid dust. They were still wandering outside, like scavenging birds.
I couldn't drive them away from the beach where the smell of fish was the strongest, waiting for the stranded fish carcasses under the sand to be washed out by the tide.
Fortunately, she thought, after filtering out the dust, what was left was not too hard to accept.
My mind became active. If many things are accidental, then it may not be possible after they are combined. Brimer came to visit today, and he happened to encounter these zombies growing in bacteria... and they happened to be in the place where he lived.
Stay in place.
Is he controlling these things? According to the development of popular stories, Yin Feng immediately came up with the idea that manipulating corpses through evil means is not a new plot.
It seemed impossible. If that were the case, it would be impossible for her to escape. Brimer could hear the conversation outside in the room and knew where she was.
So, the answer is no?
Everything seems to confirm the principle she firmly believes in: nothing comes without a price. The weird person who can disappear and reappear out of thin air in the memory, the hands and feet are contracted, the body is covered with bones, and the body is hunched in pain; that kind of thing is intimidating.
, that kind of thing that transcends intelligence and physical strength and has extraordinary abilities, there are also equivalent prices and restrictions.
This is a very simple reason. He can't even go out and deal with Yin Feng, even though he is probably the source of all this.
Although she doesn't understand why such a situation occurs, she seems to be safe. Stay here and wait for someone to come early tomorrow morning, or the sun will naturally drive away those evil things that are afraid of the light.
Yin Feng heard the reassuring whisper in her heart. She had won the reward of clever moves. As long as she continued to keep quiet, everything would pass. She could continue a comfortable life that she had never imagined before, and work in a position that was too high to be seen.
Under the guidance of knowledgeable teachers, he becomes a literate "senior talent".
But her eyes were still glued to the keyhole, and her suppressed breathing rate became faster unknowingly. She counted to the tenth, the tenth humanoid figure passing by the door.
No, there are actually nine. She has seen this one before. On its waist, which is flush with the keyhole, there are rows of blue scale mushrooms.
The interval between passing this time was longer than before. The number of blind corpses was not as high as expected, and they were spreading out in this large building.
Their eyes can't be seen from here. It seems that they are covered with plaque, or simply replaced by new solitary ones. I don't know how they "see" the way, but in short, no one found her outside the door.
In his pocket, Yin Feng touched something cold, the key.
She waited with bated breath, waiting for the next zombie to pass by the door, then walked away, using the stable writing technique she had practiced repeatedly, she inserted the key into the keyhole and blocked the light spot.
Complete darkness enveloped her. She closed her eyes and listened to the slightest sound of the metal mechanism twisting, making sure that it did not cover the footsteps softened by velvet. In her other hand, she held the trophy dagger, and the craftsmen polished it.
Well done.
If Brimmer doesn't come to her, then she will go find Brimer.
Yin Feng opened the door and quickly looked at both sides. The colorful figure slowly turned the corner, unmoved by the peek behind her. She took the first step carefully, landed on her toes, and stepped on the corridor floor.
It was very light, and it was not as difficult as I thought. Her movements were quick, and her thoughts were as clear and smooth as snow melting into water. She opened the door ajar and walked briskly against the wall like a cat. She stared at the end of the corridor, looking at the bloated
A faint shadow appeared at the corner, leaning down to hide in the shadow of the spiral staircase.
Less than twenty steps into the whole process, she found herself holding her breath without knowing it. Her heart was trembling, and an indescribable feeling was surging under the surface of trying to remain silent. It was not like pure fear, but closer to danger.
, even... a little excited. She is walking on the path of her will, even though this path is only about as wide as a single-plank bridge.
Just like the heartbeat, once it starts, it cannot be stopped. After giving himself a few seconds to adjust his breathing, Yin Feng peeked out from the exit on the first floor, and then quickly retracted.
Two figures with unique shapes, holding high-spirited fan crowns on their heads, walked slowly in the long hall that was covered with colorful powder like gauze curtains, stepping over the servants who fell sideways. The center of the large dust was an eruption of a canopy.
The humanoid bodies are entangled with each other. They seem to have "really died" after spreading large amounts of dust. They have completed a certain mission and are no longer driven unreasonably like the same kind.
If we put aside the significance of this scene and the fact that Wilbert was among the dead, he was still the one who was haunted; Yin Feng did feel guilty and experienced a kind of "beauty" that could be understood without learning to understand it, pure
Colorful and gorgeous, far beyond the banquet decoration at Rivers University.
Biting her lip hard, she suppressed this feeling and the urge to cough that became more serious after arriving on the first floor, forcing herself to focus on the goal.
Brimmer's door is locked, which means she must get close to the internal affairs officer's body and avoid the wandering body to get the set of keys.
It was difficult, but not impossible, to do it. The tables and chairs along the way would protect her, and the small string of shiny metal fell on a long table not far from the body.
Without hesitation, when the two bodies walked away, she leaned over and crawled over, past the corpses of the servants, and found that the number of people seemed to be out of proportion, and there was a semi-human-shaped gap at the edge of the dust.