Penitent hand, trembling slightly

Outside is a corridor that is not too long, and the walls at both ends of the corridor are covered with dense oil paintings.

Some of these oil paintings are different from the outside - the paintings on them are no longer all kinds of beautiful women, but four ladies in the manor.

The four ladies are either sitting or lying down, or eating, or studying, wearing clothes of different colors and styles.The only thing these clothes have in common is that they are all exquisite, making the four ladies look like lotus flowers emerging from water and flowers shy under a closed moon.

Shen Maomao's intensive phobia is about to occur again.She tried her best not to look at these paintings, and said softly: "Is the baron suffering from some kind of disease?" Not scolding, she really thought so.

How can anyone hang the oil paintings of every adopted daughter on the wall, and the current adopted daughter has so many paintings by Nima?

No matter how you think about it, this baron looks like a big pervert.

There is a door at both ends of this long corridor. The front door is brightly lit and should lead to the hall, but the rear door is not lit, so I don't know where it leads.

Lou Jingmo didn't go to the banquet hall immediately, but instead came up with the idea of ​​studying the castle.

She went to the door at the back and saw three big locks on the door.

This lock is not comparable to the small broken lock at the gate of the farm. It is strong and firm. Lou Jingmo held the lock, shook it slightly, and then put it down again.

Shen Maomao asked in a low voice: "Did you find anything?"

Lou Jingmo shook his head, then attached his ear to the door and listened attentively.

The music in the corridor was still very loud, even if there was any sound in it, it would be difficult to hear.Shen Maomao wondered what she was listening to, followed suit, put her ear on the other door, closed her eyes and concentrated.

There was no sound at first, but just as she was about to leave, an extremely ear-piercing scream, which was diluted by the distance, came from inside.The scream was extraordinarily long, like the sound of a girl who exhausted all her strength.

Shen Maomao's head immediately left the door as if it had been scalded, and the screaming suddenly disappeared, leaving only the music coming from the banquet hall in front.But looking at Lou Jingmo's expression of listening carefully, I am afraid that as long as she puts her head up again, she will be able to hear that voice again.

The golden retriever asked her: "What's the matter, Miss Rabbit? What did you hear?"

Shen Maomao couldn't describe the scream that made her feel cold and creepy just now, so she could only step aside to give up her position and said, "Listen to yourself."

The golden retriever put his ears up curiously, and retreated with a pale face after only listening for a few seconds: "Damn... what's in it?"

Shen Maomao gave him a "shh".

The golden retriever glanced at Lou Jingmo, and closed his mouth wisely.

Lou Jingmo lay on the door and listened for a long time, the more he listened, the worse his complexion became, and finally his complexion was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

Shen Maomao and Jinmao looked at each other, and they both saw doubt and incomprehension in each other's eyes.Shen Maomao even put his head up again, wanting to hear if what Lou Jingmo heard was different from what they heard, but Lou Jingmo reached out and grabbed her forehead, and brought her back to him, whispering Said: "Don't listen, do business."

Shen Maomao blinked, suppressing his doubts in his heart, and didn't ask any more questions.

The three of them walked forward one by one, Lou Jingmo grabbed Shen Maomao's shoulders, and looked back, but turned back quickly.She lowered her eyelids, and there was a deep sea hidden in her eyes.

Lou Jingmo's hand grabbing her shoulder was a little too hard, which made her a little painful.

Shen Maomao blinked, but didn't make a sound.

The door at the other end of the corridor was not locked or guarded. The golden retriever who was walking in the front gently pushed the door through a gap, and put his eyes on it to observe the situation inside.

It turned out to be a kitchen.

After thinking about it for a while, Shen Maomao realized that Freckles should have escaped from here.

The kitchen was full of heat. The chef stood behind the stove, quickly kneading pieces of delicately shaped pastries, and then was sent into the steam oven by another person.Water vapor filled the upper half of the kitchen, and at a distance, only pairs of walking legs and blurred shadows of people's upper bodies could be seen.

At the same time, a batch of pastries were brought out, and the maid waiting at the side took the silver plate and turned to leave, delivering the pastries to the banquet hall.

When not diving in at this time? !

Lou Jingmo pushed Shen Maomao, and said in a low voice, "Be natural, go in directly."

"What about you?" Shen Maomao said.

Lou Jingmo: "Let's think of other ways. Be careful yourself, and be careful not to confront the other you head-on."

Shen Maomao nodded, and Lou Jingmo and Jinmao stood behind the doors on both sides, their bodies clinging to the walls of the corridor.Seeing that the two were hiding, she opened the kitchen door and walked in with her head held high.

A large cloud of water vapor gushed out, and the people in the kitchen turned their eyes to the door, only to see a vague black and white figure, which seemed to be a maid.

After just one look, they looked away.After all, now is the time to get busy. It's just a maid, and it's not worth their fuss.

Shen Maomao's tense body relaxed slightly.She didn't close the door, and directly raised her foot to blend into the crowd, and soon the people in the kitchen couldn't tell which was the maid who had just arrived.

She walked around the kitchen and found the maids who were waiting in line to receive pastries, so she stood neatly at the end of the line.

The team moved forward quickly, and soon it was Shen Maomao's turn.The man in charge of passing the pastry, wearing a pair of thick gloves, removed the pastry from a steamer and placed it on a silver tray before turning around and passing it to the next maid.

Turning around like this, he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You..."

Shen Maomao explained briefly in a low voice: "There is not enough manpower, I was arrested to take over."

He Yongchang nodded knowingly, and handed her the tray.

Shen Maomao breathed a sigh of relief, holding the tray firmly in both hands, and walked briskly towards the banquet hall.

The road from the kitchen to the banquet hall is not far away, and there are naturally several oil paintings hanging on the walls of this road.At this time, the oil painting was blank, and the girls came out to play again.

These blank picture frames almost instantly reminded Shen Maomao of the fear of being dominated by death last night.

Fortunately, she is not alone now. A shadowy maid npc over there is holding the same tray in her hand, and it seems that she is also going to the banquet hall.Shen Maomao slowed down, and waited until the maid came to her side, then said with a smile: "Hello, I'm new here, I don't know the way, can I walk with you?"

Miss Npc showed a shy smile and agreed.

Shen Maomao was relieved a lot after having a companion, and there was still a long way to go to reach her destination. She became more active and asked, "Do you think those paintings are scary?"

Hearing this, the maid turned her head and glanced at the wall in doubt, and replied, "No, Miss Vivienne's beauty is still the same as before."

Shen Maomao caught the point.

Could it be that only players can see those blank paintings?

"What year is Miss Vivienne?" She was like a wool dealer who managed to catch a sheep, wishing to pluck the lamb bald.

The NPC maid stopped and said to her with a smile: "It's the lady from the year before last." After she finished speaking, she raised her finger to a picture frame: "This is Miss Vivienne, her eyes are like a piece of flawless jade, she looks intently I'm afraid even a girl can't control her fall when she is alone! Her beautiful blond hair is like..."

Following her description, a group of traces like ink smudges suddenly appeared on the painting.It was a mass of green, which twisted and deformed, and finally solidified into a pair of gentle green eyes.

Shen Maomao: "!!!" Hold the grass! !Could this young lady have been eavesdropping on their conversation just now?

Green followed by gold, followed by flesh-colored, red...

The facial features and hair of this Miss Vivienne returned to the frame, and a pair of red lips curled up in a strange arc, so frightened that Shen Maomao quickly interrupted the maid: "Okay! I know how much Miss Vivienne is. Beautiful! We have been stuck here for a long time, now we have to hurry up and get the pastry to the restaurant, we will talk about this when we have time, okay?"

After finishing a long series of words, the maid froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, let's talk again when we have a chance."

Shen Maomao glanced at the painting from the corner of her eyes, but found that the changes on it did not stop because she interrupted the maid, all kinds of paints were still rolling on the canvas, and Vivienne's whole head had recovered As it was, it was her body and arms that followed.

She intuitively felt that something bad would happen if all the paintings were restored, so she hurriedly urged the maid to speed up, and left the corridor in three steps at a time.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she couldn't see Vivian's painting at all. The Npc only thought that she was afraid that she would be punished if she came late, so she didn't ask any more questions.The two stopped communicating and walked towards the banquet hall with all their strength.

The door of the banquet hall was open, and maids kept coming and going, bringing cakes and wine for the ball.

The candlelight was flickering, and the nobles on the dance floor wore all kinds of exquisite masks on their faces. They matched men and women and danced a ballroom dance.

Shen Maomao and the npc little maid had already separated. She shuttled through the crowd, placed the pastries in the corresponding positions, and then began to glance around the hall.

She didn't know what these people were wearing before they put on their masks, and now it was impossible to tell which of them were the four ladies and which was the baron.

The only thing that concerned her very much was that not everyone had a shadow.

There are many people dancing, but only a small half of the shadows on the ground.

Shen Maomao looked up, everyone had a partner, and the gentlemen either hugged their waists or held their shoulders, leading the female partners to make graceful movements one after another; she turned her gaze back to the ground: a small half The shadows of people danced alone with their arms around the air, and the rest of the people didn't even have shadows.

Depend on.

Shen Maomao cursed secretly.

Right now, this hall is a fucking haunted place...