Master White Cat is very arrogant

"This is your room."

The servant put away the necessities of life for Kong Chantian, and tidied up the room again. Everywhere was clean and tidy. The warm yellow light shone on it, covering the whole room with a layer of warm light.

"Thank you." Kong Chantian looked around. The Western-style building was luxurious and elegant, wrapped in gold-plated edges, which made it even more impressive. One can imagine how popular the Paris Opera House was in those days.

"Hello, I would like to ask, why is there a white cloth covering this place?" Kong Chantian pointed to the white cloth on the wall and asked very puzzled.

"Oh, the mirror is covered. But... I suggest you don't open it. It is said that the Paris Opera House used to be haunted every night. I invited a priest to inspect it and found that there was a problem with the mirror. Later, the mirror was covered. After a layer of white cloth, the number of hauntings is much less."

The servant is willing to tell Kong Chantian more about the Paris Opera House because of Kong Chantian’s friendly attitude towards him. If the other six heirs of the Swift family would point fingers at his work from time to time and insult him in every possible way, He would not reveal so many things so kindly.

"Haunted?" Kong Chantian froze.They came to look for the phantom, but they didn't know whether the phantom was a human or a ghost, but the people here told them that the Paris Opera House used to be haunted. Didn't it mean that the phantom existed, and he was still in the form of a ghost? !

But... Isn't it ridiculous that people are looking for ghosts in order to inherit Swift's legacy?

Kong Chantian calmed down and expressed his gratitude to the servant for helping him organize his things, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Seventh Young Master." The servant scratched his head embarrassedly, looking a little embarrassed, "But Seventh Young Master... I would like to advise you kindly, Phantom really exists, and it is... he is still a ghost. It is said that he You don't have to compete with others for money, because this is a selection contest with no return. What you have to do is not to find "ghosts", but how to survive under the surveillance of "ghosts"! "

Kong Chantian listened, and he nodded towards the servant, "I see, thank you."

This is exactly what he expected, he just needs to survive and let the story line end naturally.

"Then I'll go first." The servant started to leave. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back at the mirror on the wall covered by a white cloth, hoping that you would survive.

Kong Chantian got up to look for something useful in the room.He opened the drawer and found an old photo with burn marks inside, "This is...?"

In the photo, a group of people stood together, arm in arm. Unfortunately, everyone's face was burnt into blackness, and it was hard to see what they looked like.

Kong Chantian flipped through the photo, and there was a line of fancy English fonts on the back of the photo - the best Paris Opera and Ballet Company, and my best friend Christine, remember: Corina.

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Except for Scarlett who lives alone in a house, the other two women share a room.After they packed their clothes, their eyes were attracted by the white cloth on the wall.

"Take it down and see what it is?!" El Yigao was bold.

"Not so good?" Diana resisted a little.

"What kind of phantom do you want to look for if you are trembling like you, why don't you just sneak back home to find your mother?!" El expressed contempt for Diana's timid behavior.

"No." Diana hurriedly waved her hands, trying to defend herself.

"Oh! Since you said you're not afraid, why don't you take off the white cloth?" Al crossed his arms and looked at Diana casually.

"I..." Diana was a little embarrassed, "I..."

"If you don't have the courage, quit!" El shook his head, "Your second sister, I don't want you to be scared because of a small event... Myocardial infarction or something, so you still take the initiative..."

Before El finished speaking, Diana reached out and lifted the white cloth. Under the white cloth was a mirror with gilt lace. The mirror surface was still clear, reflecting the figures of two people.

"This mirror..." El was speechless.

"This mirror must have been placed for a long time, right? The gilt lace is rusted, but why is the mirror so clear?" Diana was a mirror dealer and was very familiar with these things.Find out-of-the-ordinary places right away.

"Maybe it's the effect of the white cloth," El said without interest, "I thought it was something good, but I didn't expect it to be a mirror..." She said angrily.

"How can there be any good things? The Paris Opera House has been abandoned for decades, and the good things are gone long ago..." Diana held the white cloth in her hand, and hesitated, should she cover it again?

"What are you doing with it? Hurry up and throw it away." El said, rolling his eyes.

"Second Sister, since someone put it on the mirror, there must be some reason, so we just took it away, isn't it good?" Diana said hesitantly.

"Hehe! As a mirror seller, you don't know... what's the use of white cloth?" El tapped the ground with his cane.

"I know that the white cloth is to prevent dust from contaminating the mirror, but...but..."

"But what?" Al asked eagerly.

Diana couldn't give any reason and could only accept, "Well, I lost the white cloth."

El looked at himself in the mirror, and said to himself: "I don't know... What plans do those men have?! I hope I don't find the phantom before myself!"

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"What is this?!" Richard stared curiously at the white cloth on the wall.

"Baibu, what else is there? Could it be the treasure map of Mr. Swift's legacy?!" After speaking, Mike laughed unscrupulously.

"Hehe! Richard, if you ask this question to passers-by on the street, there will be a 50.00% chance that you will think your brain is sick, a 30.00% chance that you have just woken up, and a 20.00% chance that you will think your head has been blocked. The door is clamped, and now my mind is still a mess."

After Pete finished speaking, he lit a cigarette by himself, and the burning cigarette smoke curled up, floating gracefully all the way up, and finally disappeared in midair.

"Huh!" Pete breathed out the smoke, he raised his eyes to look at Richard and Mike, "It's really bullying you to compete with you kids."

"What did you say?!" Mike couldn't bear the stimulation, and immediately started to beat Pete.

Richard rolled his eyes and quickly stopped the angry Mike, "Hey hey hey! We are all brothers, not to mention that Pete was just joking."

"I don't." Pete took another drag on his cigarette. "I'm a lawyer. As far as you are concerned, I have won you in some ways."

"So the elder brother is a lawyer, so... isn't he very familiar with the analysis of the case?"

"That's natural." Pete raised his eyebrows provocatively, his eyes lingering on Mike.

"Oh! My dear brother Mike, did you hear what the elder brother said?" Richard patted Mike on the shoulder, but Mike avoided him.

"If you treat your elder brother better, the next time you get into trouble, you can ask your elder brother to file a lawsuit for you. Maybe he will look at his family's face and waive the fee for you." Richard flattered Said.

"I suddenly want to go outside for a walk and come back later."

Mike finished speaking quickly, picked up his peaked cap, and left the room decisively.