Xiaolan looked at Yirel's appearance hesitantly, but didn't see anything unusual. He straightened up and said, "I heard a sound in the room."
"Room? This room?" Yrel pointed to the closed door.
Xiaolan nodded, "Just a few minutes ago, there were footsteps inside."
"Impossible," Yrel immediately denied, "I locked the door when I left this room. There is only one key to this room, so no one can get in."
"This door is unlocked..." Xiaolan said, grabbing the door handle and twisting it.
Click, click.
Unable to turn her wrist any further, Xiaolan looked at the door handle that could be turned not long ago in surprise.
The door is locked.
"It was obvious just now..."
Yirel seemed to be relieved and smiled generously, "You are really, I admit, I am really scared by you."
She elegantly took Xiaolan's hand from the door handle, picked out a key, and opened the door with a few clicks.
squeak--
The door opened.
There was a soft candlelight shining in the door, and all the furnishings in the room were visible. The layout of this room was roughly similar to my own, except that the gorgeous furniture was missing.
There was no one in the room.
Xiaolan followed Yirel into the room. She carefully looked at the furnishings in the room, "Is there no one living here?"
"Oh, this floor is full of guest rooms, and no one usually lives in them." Yrel walked to the table and picked up the candlestick, "But you know, these rooms must be kept clean even if no one lives in them."
It must be clean and tidy, this is the code of Malvern Manor.”
Yirel held the candlestick and looked at Xiaolan with a smile.
Xiaolan looked at her smiling face and asked, "Miss Yirel, you said you came here to clean or something?"
The whole room was spotless. Indeed, as Yrel said, it was as clean as an inhabited room.
"Oh, this," Miss Yirel said with a hint of disgust on her face, "is a somewhat annoying thing. I don't think a lady like you would want to see it."
Xiaolan became wary, "What is it?"
"Yes...are you sure you want to see it?"
Xiaolan nodded.
Yrel sighed, took the candlestick to the window, put the candlestick close to the window and said, "It's right here."
A dead pigeon lay on the window sill. The pigeon's little head was broken, and blood kept pouring out of the wound and falling drop by drop along the marble wall.
So, the drop of liquid that fell next to me just now is the blood of a pigeon?
"What's going on?"
Xiaolan wanted to get closer, but Yrel stretched out his hand and pointed to a large piece of blood on the window and said, "This poor little guy must have lost his way and hit this window, and he died."
It’s really pitiful to die..."
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at Yirel, "I was downstairs just now, and I seemed to hear someone talking..."
"Oh, you must have heard me sighing for this little guy." Yirel took Xiaolan's hand and pulled her away from the window frame, "You know, I have to confirm every night
It is a butler's responsibility to check whether there is any abnormality in every room in the castle."
"Let me help you deal with it."
Xiaolan wanted to go back to the window, but Yirel waved her hand and refused, "A lady like you is not allowed to be exposed to such things, go back and rest quickly."
"It's okay with me," Xiaolan looked over Yirel's shoulder and looked at the pigeon's body again, "I can help you."
"I insist." Yirel deliberately made a serious face and stood motionless in front of the window.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, then Xiaolan gave up and turned around to pick up the candlestick, "Then I'll go back to the room."
"Good night." Yrel bowed lightly.
Xiaolan closed the door and walked back to the second floor.
There must be something wrong.
When I first arrived at the door of the room, the door to the room was definitely unlocked.
Why did it become locked later?
The footsteps in the door were definitely not his imagination.
The pigeon's wound was also very strange, but he didn't see it clearly.
When Xiaolan returned to the room, the first thing she did was to walk to the window sill. The place where the large drop of liquid fell was now covered with dense blood drops. The rain soaked the blood and spread on the gray marble.
Come on.
Is it really blood?
Xiaolan opened the window, dipped her finger into a drop of blood, put it under her nose and sniffed it.
Fishy smell.
Maybe.
Xiaolan closed the window and took two steps towards the dressing table, but suddenly froze in place.
She turned back suddenly and looked at the window sill.
Breathing becomes rapid.
When I just left, I didn't close the window.
But, when I came back.
The windows are closed.
Who has closed his window?
Someone has come in!
Thinking of this, Xiaolan suddenly became vigilant and looked around the entire room alertly, searching for anything else that was wrong.
What if, that person is still in the room...
Xiaolan held the candlestick and opened all the cabinets, corners, curtains, and under the bed in the room, checking everything without leaking anything.
At least that person isn't here now.
Xiaolan sat stiffly on the bed, and because she was worried, she took off her quilt again.
No one.
Xiaolan locked the door tightly and lay on the quilt in fear, still sweating coldly on her body.
In the previous levels, when faced with dangers and difficulties, I never felt as uneasy as I do now.
Everything here seems to be pulling on my nerves.
It's just the first night.
Xiaolan took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Do we really only need to stay for ten days?
In the dream, there were a lot of messy red scenes, and the specific shapes of those things could not be distinguished. In the middle of the red, suddenly, a touch of sapphire blue appeared.
Bluebeard?!
Xiaolan opened her eyes suddenly, her dream stopped abruptly, the dining bell was ringing, the rain was still falling, it was dawn, but the sky was gray, Xiaolan still saw the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall opposite the bed.
Only then did I confirm that it was seven o'clock in the morning.
Headache.
Xiaolan held her forehead.
It must be that he fell asleep too late last night, and... Xiaolan looked at her wrinkled coat. She didn't even change her clothes last night, and fell asleep wearing a wet skirt.
While the dinner bell was still ringing, Xiaolan hurriedly changed her clothes, grabbed her hair a few times and ran downstairs.
Yirel and the two children were standing next to the dining table. When they saw Xiaolan walking into the restaurant, they all said good morning.
Before eating, Yirel quietly walked up to Xiaolan and asked in a low voice with concern, "You must not have had any rest last night, right?"
Xiaolan rubbed her eyes in embarrassment, "Uh, I'm a little insomniac."
"I just said, how can a lady like you see that kind of thing?" Yrel shook his head in annoyance, "You know, that will affect some... nerves, or something else."