clock trap

At the long dining table, the butler told them that the owner of the castle would appear at dinner every day to dine with all the guests.

Yu Sen became energetic when he heard it, the owner of the castle?Those eight achievements are their mission targets.

After he and Si Xuanyang looked at each other, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the butler's eyes looking at him. The eyes were very strange, with a touch of excited malice and a hint of eagerness to move.

Yu Sen's heart was a little hairy, he looked away, calmly forked the small piece of beef left on the plate into his mouth, and chewed carefully.

Then after the housekeeper left, he said slowly to Si Xuanyang: "Why do I feel that I will finish playing this time?"

Si Xuanyang glared at him coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Sen sighed quietly: "I hope what I said this time is really nonsense, I don't want to belch..."

He closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows, feeling that the look the housekeeper gave just now was not a good omen.

How did it get noticed?They only came for one night, and they only met with the housekeeper twice. Is there something wrong in the link, and can she notice it?

***

The castle is very large, with four floors, each floor is very wide, and there is a small attic above the fourth floor.

The attic hadn't been entered for a long time, and the windows were locked. After entering, the air felt dull. A layer of fine dust had accumulated on the wooden furniture, which was lifted up by the airflow from the door opening and floated in the air, falling very slowly.

This is more like a utility room, with a lot of things. At first glance, there are some fake dolls made of straw and cotton cloth, sitting among the groceries, staring at them with glass-like eyes.

Luo Yu was a little uncomfortable: "Why do I feel that this doll's eyeballs move? I seem to be staring at him no matter where I go."

"Think about it too much, it's just a fake doll, which probably has the same principle as Wangzai Milk." Yu Sen said lazily.

"...Brother Yu, you really know how to use metaphors."

"Why is your voice a little hoarse?" Si Xuanyang frowned and looked at Yu Sen.

"Is there? I don't feel it." Yu Sen cleared his throat.

Si Xuanyang approached, put the back of his hand on Yu Sen's forehead, his face suddenly became ugly: "It's a little hot, I have a fever."

"Ah?" Yu Sen blinked unresponsively, "No wonder my head is a little dizzy, I thought it was too stuffy here."

"I'll take you down to rest for a while, Si Nan, you go on walking around."

"Okay." Si Nan responded quickly.

Si Xuanyang dragged Yu Sen downstairs involuntarily.

The moment he passed the dark corridor on the second floor, Yu Sen suddenly heard a voice in a trance.

He paused, looked around, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Si Xuanyang didn't know why.

did not hear?Did he hear wrong?Or is it just him who can hear it?

Yu Sen lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, maybe I'm suffering from auditory hallucinations."

Rusty voices came from all directions, men and women, with various tones of joking, greedy, crazy, and excited, rushing into Yu Sen's ears like gusts of wind.

"smell good!"

“Delicious food, I really want to have a bite...”

"Sweet taste!"

"It can be torn slowly and enjoyed..."

"Got to leave him to that..."

......

This time it was definitely not an auditory hallucination, Yu Sen stood still, looked at Si Xuanyang's puzzled expression, and was sure that these voices were coming for him, and only he could hear them.

A chill quietly spread from the ankle to the chest.

"Yu Sen?"

Seeing that he was not leaving, Si Xuanyang turned his head and pulled him, but at this moment a man suddenly jumped out from the corner of the stairs, running over in a panic and disorderly footsteps, Yu Sen couldn't dodge, and was caught off guard by him in the corridor the wall.

The shoulder was hurt by the copper wall lamp on the wall, Yu Sen cursed in a low voice, covered his shoulder, curled up uncontrollably, cold sweat broke out quickly.

"Yu Sen!" Si Xuanyang supported him, and yelled at the man who fell on the ground with a sullen expression: "You don't have fucking eyes!"

The man sat on the floor and shrank back slowly as if he hadn't heard the scolding. His whole body was trembling, his lips were pale with fright, his eyes were frightened, and he stared at the stairs without blinking.

"Ghost... There is a ghost! There is a ghost! Help... Help me..."

Yu Sen leaned on Si Xuanyang to inhale, drooping his eyelids, he caught a glimpse of a bloody gash on the man's ankle, and remembered that he was Zhao Qi who boasted at the dining table in the morning about how 'quick' he was last night.

"What the hell? A vampire? Did you see the mission target?" Yu Sen pulled Si Xuanyang back and motioned him to ask about the situation first.

Zhao Qi seemed to be frightened, he kept looking at the stairs, and said incoherently: "I heard voices...a lot of voices...and hands, they pulled my feet... ...so cold...so painful...they are going to eat me! they are going to eat me!"

Yu Sen frowned thoughtfully, but Si Xuanyang's complexion suddenly became uglier. He looked at the wound on Zhao Qi's ankle with deep eyes, and without saying a word, he embraced Yu Sen and took him back to the room forcefully. .

"What are you doing?" Yu Sen was inexplicably interrupted from thinking, but he didn't annoy him, "You want to prostitute yourself in the daytime?"

Si Xuanyang closed the door silently, pulled Yu Sen to the side of the bed and sat down, then began to take off his clothes.

Yu Sen was dumbfounded: "I really hit the spot? No, Yangyang, it's too cruel to treat patients like this, or do you think it's more exciting to play with a high fever?"

"What are you talking about again?"

Si Xuanyang glared at him, and after taking off Yu Sen's coat, his movements became lighter, and carefully pulled his wide-necked T-shirt off his shoulders a little.

The place where he was hit had already turned purple, Yu Sen's skin was white, and the bruise under the skin was even more shocking.

Fortunately, there was no broken skin, Si Xuanyang eased his brows slightly, but his heart was not much relaxed.

Yu Sen didn't urge him, but spread his hands generously: "Where else do you want to see and touch? I can help you take it off."

Si Xuanyang paused, pulled his neckline, and gave him a cold look: "Fool, are you dizzy?"

"Dizzy," Yu Sen put his coat back on, and sighed, "But I'm just dizzy... I'm used to it. Walking on cotton doesn't seem to be that difficult."

Si Xuanyang's heart twitched, and his tone suddenly softened: "Then you lie down for a while, and don't worry about the clues."

"No way," Yu Sen moved his shoulders, "I always feel that this castle is staring at me, and if I relax my vigilance a little bit, I'm afraid it will be cold."

Si Xuanyang's eyes were dim, and he swallowed the sentence "I'm still here" that came to his mouth, thought for a while, and said: "That Zhao Qi should be more ominous, vampires are most sensitive to the smell of blood, and there is something wrong with him. With such a big wound, it must have been targeted."

"It should be. This castle will probably try its best to hurt us, and injury is the next goal."

Yu Sen was absent-minded. The voices Zhao Qi and he heard should come from the same group of people, or the same group of vampires, but Zhao Qi could hear it because he was wounded and smelled like blood, but he had no wounds. The bruise was also hit just now, why can I hear the sound?

"What are you thinking?" Si Xuanyang asked softly.

He looked at Yu Sen's mind wandering, and the uneasiness in his heart became hotter and stronger, but he didn't show it on his face.

"It's nothing, right..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

It was not the first time they had heard the scream, but this time it made them feel particularly flustered, because it came from the person they were most familiar with, Si Nan.

......

Ignoring his dizzy and swollen head, Yu Sen rushed out the door with Si Xuanyang.

There were some people around the corner of the stairs, and Yu Sen saw at a glance the bad friend who was standing in the crowd and kept patting his chest, looking safe and sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down and moved over slowly.

"What are you yelling for?" Si Xuanyang JZ had a grim expression on his face. He remembered Yu Sen who was startled by the screams in the early morning. That state made him still terrified.

"Are you okay?" Yu Sen approached the crowd.

"Don't look at it." Si Xuanyang came over and wanted to pull him away.

"I've seen it." Yu Sen said helplessly, "I'm just a little dizzy, don't be so nervous."

He looked at Zhao Qi on the ground, at this moment he had become a corpse.

Si Nan rubbed his arms, with a mournful face: "I don't want to cry, when Luo Yu and I walked over, we didn't know he was dead, and there was no blood around, so I thought he was sitting on the stairs thinking about something, who? I know it will fall if I shoot it..."

"Does he have bite marks on his neck?" Yu Sen asked.

"No," the people around arrived before Yu Sen and the others and could see it more clearly. "It doesn't look like a vampire bite."

"Maybe vampires can't talk to ugly people, so they just let the servants do it." Someone snickered.

"Let's say a few words less, people are gone..."

"What did I say?"

......

Yu Sen was a little disgusted by the faint smell of blood in the air, and turned around to leave.

As soon as he took a step, the trivial voices he heard before suddenly entered his mind like a swarm of snakes, quickly and unprepared, and the volume increased, shaking his already drowsy head even more dizzy.

Next to it is a mahogany table placed in the corridor as a decoration, in Yu Sen's constantly circling field of vision, the edges and corners of the wooden table are reflected, and his body leans towards it uncontrollably.

'Damn it! '

He thought that his head would bleed out in the next second, but suddenly his head was firmly supported by a warm palm, his body was also tightly hugged, and he slammed into a warm embrace.

Si Xuanyang's calm and peaceful voice was like a gentle breeze, sweeping away the messy noise in his mind: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Yu Sen's tense nerves relaxed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The author says:

Brother Yu continues to be sick...