Hogetsu

As the handyman boy said, the mountain road leading to Nottingburg is steep and narrow, and the carriage cannot get on it.Early the next morning, Yu Wenzhou took the horse to the hotel and rented an ox cart with money to take him to the foot of the mountain.

The arched rock gate at the entrance has been weathered, and the outline of the former family crest can be vaguely recognized as an eagle. The narrow steps inside the gate go straight up to the sky like a ladder.However, Yu Wenzhou was holding the suitcase in his right hand, and the kraft paper bag containing cheese, sausage, bread, and yellow beer in his left arm, carefully looking at his feet, and had no time to express his feelings towards the beautiful scenery.

The collapsed gate beams of Nottingburg blocked the proper entrance, and Yu Wenzhou followed Huang Shaotian's description to find the path they had cleared.Fifty feet to the left of the city gate in Huang Shaotian's mouth, the so-called path is probably the mossy turf less than 50 feet wide between the rocks.

Here, no one comes.

Ivy densely covered the collapsed tower like a sleeping beast, and the east wall of the main building fell to the ground and was buried by weeds.Yu Wenzhou found a place in the main building to put his things down, wandered around upstairs and downstairs, each room was empty, and he couldn't even see a ghost.

It was evening when I returned to the lobby of the main building. I took a picnic cloth from the suitcase and spread it out. I read the stack of letters while eating.The castle was indeed what it should look like after it had been abandoned for hundreds of years, but Yu Wenzhou still felt that the letter writer would not intentionally write a wrong address.

After dinner, look for the well-preserved chapel that Huang Shaotian mentioned.My friend said that if there are people here, there is only one place where they can barely live: there is a small open space next to them to grow sweet potatoes and potatoes, not far from the well, and they can probably live.

He hadn't seen sweet potatoes and potatoes, and it was true that the chapel was well preserved.The Romanesque building sticks to its low and dark features, and looks even more lifeless than the main building.Holding the torch and walking inside while burning the spider webs, Yu Wenzhou thought that even if this Wang Jiexi was imitating the protagonist of a gothic novel, his own experience could make him a true protagonist.The dust choked his head and face, and he came out with nothing. Could it be that there is really some kind of underground secret room, mortuary or other place waiting for him here?

Yu Wenzhou was helpless: Where are you, brother?Am I really thinking too much?

I went to the well to clean. The original stone pillar buildings around the well were also occupied by ivy, hanging from the beams like curtains.I bent down and got in, and found something wrong when I caught the well rope in my hand: the well rope was wet! There was no moss either!

A bucket came up, and it really was running water.Someone uses this well a lot, here it is!

With further clues to the purpose of this trip, Yu Wenzhou happily took a shower, dusted off the leather breeches and put them on again, shirt and vest, cotton ones, forget it.Just like that, with his upper body naked, he stroked the water from his hair and went back to the main building.

There was a person standing next to his luggage. That person was holding the letter he had put on the tablecloth in his hand. Yu Wenzhou should have realized immediately that this was the Wang Jiexi he was looking for, but he was shocked by the sight in front of him: the moonlight pierced through the damaged The wall illuminated the man in the linen gown, the black cat purring lowly at his feet.The person who sent him a letter from the abandoned castle stagnated his thinking ability with some indescribable mysterious power.Until that person said: "These letters are written by me."

Yes, he is here.