Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

Before going downstairs, Si Qingxuan adjusted his appearance in front of the full-length mirror.

The young master of this castle has a fair complexion, and there is no sunburn or callus marks on his hands, which shows that he is usually pampered.

The person in the mirror has short curly hair with fluffy and thick roots. It seems that every strand of hair is shining with luster, which can be seen that it has been carefully taken care of.The blue pupils are as bright as jewels, and the arc from the bridge of the nose to the jaw is smooth and graceful, and there is a kind of casual elegance when the eyes are downcast.

In short, this is a face that can be forgiven by others even if he is stupid, his appearance will be noticed first by his arrogance, and his face will make people feel aristocratic if he is a little smart.

Just for this point, Si Qingxuan didn't have much reluctance to temporarily replace the young master's identity.

But how to play the role of the owner of the castle well...he played it on the spot.

A few seconds later, Si Qingxuan opened the door.Seeing him coming out, Lucia, the maid in black dress standing in front of the door, quickly lowered her head and stood aside anxiously, trying her best to make herself a non-existent person.

"I agree with you to stay for the time being." Si Qingxuan showed a faint smile when passing her, "But the premise is that you have to serve me as your real master. Whatever I ask you to do, you No opinion at all. I want the best dogs, not brains—you know what I mean?"

The maid's spine trembled, and finally she bent her waist lower: "...Yes."

"Very good." Si Qingxuan smiled, "From now on, you will be in charge of my daily life. I don't want to see anyone entering or leaving my room except you."

Lucia raised her head in surprise.

"From now on, you are no longer the lowest-level handyman in the castle. You are my personal maid, and of course the salary can be raised a few grades." Si Qingxuan looked at Lucia's face with hope You know that what this girl is most afraid of is poverty rather than physical torture. "There is only one rule that you must abide by: you can only listen to me. Even if Rudolph tells you to do something, you You don’t have to obey, you have to come and ask me first. Got it?”

"Yes!" Lucia replied loudly.

"Very good. The pendulum clock made of gold on my desk is yours." Anyway, it's useless to have so many pendulum clocks, Si Qingxuan thought.

After giving both grace and power, Lucia followed behind Si Qingxuan as diligently as a little tail.

They walked down the stairs to the living room on the first floor.

It was still early in the morning, and the living room was dark, with the chandelier above the head emitting a brilliant light.

A bearded man with a burly figure and a dull expression was serving the dishes from the dining car to the table.The breakfast was rich in varieties, although it was nothing in Si Qingxuan's eyes, but at least everything was exquisite in the eyes of others.

"Good morning, master." Rudolph bowed to Si Qingxuan gracefully, with a gentle tone, neither humble nor overbearing, "The meals and tea for the guests have been prepared."

"Thank you." Si Qingxuan replied calmly.

Rudolph's eyes immediately fixed on Lucia, and the smile on his face faded instantly: "I remember, the young master seemed very dissatisfied with Lucia's clumsiness. Since she often provokes the young master to lose his temper, why do you still let her What's behind you?"

"Of course it's for the convenience of training her." Si Qingxuan said naturally, "After all, she is now my personal maid—we can't let her be reckless like before and lose face to our family, can I? "

Finally, Rudolph couldn't maintain his relaxed expression. The light reflected by the monocle mirror made his eyes even colder: "With all due respect, she is just a country girl, not worthy of the position of your personal maid."

"Whether she deserves it or not is not that important." Si Qingxuan pretended to be a little troubled and said, "Recently, I can't sleep well. There are noisy voices in my dreams."

"I'm not happy, of course I have the right to have some fun for myself." Si Qingxuan blinked at the old housekeeper, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Besides, I have the right to keep her Special reason: Sometimes I want to wrap a rope around her limp neck and watch her struggle like a goose; What color is flowing under the skin..."

The teenager spoke in an aria-like tone, as if reciting some psalm: "Seeing her struggling under my hands, but still trying to please me-is really a pleasure."

The old butler: "..."

The butler Rudolph looked at him with complicated eyes, as if he had known him for the first day.There was a slight disgust and doubt in his eyes, but he didn't say much after all.

"Then I can only hope you will rein in yourself," said the steward. "We've already had one murder in our castle—it's better not to have a second one so soon. Especially under the noses of those consulting detectives."

Si Qingxuan shrugged lazily.

At this time, the neighing of horses suddenly sounded outside the door.The wheels creaked as they rolled over the gravel road in front of the castle gate.Several carriages gradually appeared in the view of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"...they are here." The old housekeeper bowed slightly to Si Qingxuan again, "Please let me go and lead them."

"It's just some consultation with the detectives." Si Qingxuan pretended not to care and said, "Can't you just find a servant who does rough work? The more you treat them seriously, the more they think we have ghosts in our hearts. He glanced at the fairly sumptuous breakfast on the table, "A battle like today's is quite unnecessary."

...Why did he suddenly become smarter?

The old housekeeper covered up his strange expression, but smiled without losing his grace and said: "Master, this is the proper etiquette for hospitality."

"It's up to you." Si Qingxuan yawned softly, "I'm sorry they can't make any waves."

【You are wrong to think so, High Priest. ] The system that has not spoken for a long time suddenly went online, and the tone was inexplicably heavy.

Si Qingxuan: "?"

[Do you know where these consulting detectives come from?They were supposed to be people outside the story.The sudden and grand appearance with such a large formation just shows that they are now the protagonists of the story. 】

"Don't talk about those twists and turns." Si Qingxuan said to the system, "Who are they? In fact, I also find it strange. If you are only investigating a case of a peasant woman hanging herself, why do so many consulting detectives come to your door?"

[Who knows?All I can say is that these so-called 'consulting detectives', like you, are clearly aliens from the Land of Illusion.Their purpose is probably the same as yours, to conquer this illusion——]

"Didn't you say before that people outside will only take measures to block the illusion?" Si Qingxuan smiled, "Why are there so many people who come to take risks in the illusion now?"

[Sometimes humans are more treacherous and changeable than evil gods. 】The system said weakly,【In order to keep Lucia, you have shaped yourself into an invisible pervert—need I remind you, under the current environment, you are very likely to be regarded as a murderer, or even a The key boss of this phantom. 】

Si Qingxuan: "..."

He didn't think about it.

However, since they are all detectives, they should have two brushes, right?

Si Qingxuan sat down on the highest seat in the living room, resting his chin with his right hand, waiting with some interest for the butler to lead him in.

For example, the young man with chestnut hair and wearing overalls was the first to come in. He had an obvious oriental face and his hair seemed to be dyed. He began to look around after entering the castle, and let out a low exclamation from time to time.

——It seems that although these "consulting detectives" have put on qualified costumes, they still can't perfectly fit into the background of this era.

Will this have an impact on the Raiders of Mirage?

Si Qingxuan secretly glanced at the butler's expression.Sure enough, the butler showed some contempt in his eyes—the kind of contempt that would be hard to detect if one didn't observe carefully.

"It's really as grand as the pictures in the history books." Lifa youth said with emotion.

yes.Enough style.But in a few hundred years, this place will be deserted and become a place similar to a haunted house.Decoration and maintenance have to fill in a lot of money.Si Qingxuan thought calmly.

The chestnut-haired young man was amazed enough, turned to look at his companion, and called out "boss".

The door of the living room was completely pushed open.

A man in a black robe came out from behind the door. His eyebrows were slightly long and narrow, and his eyes were extremely black. He walked past a shadow reflected on the floor tiles through the window like a lone moon crossing the sea, and floated in front of someone.

Si Qingxuan: "..."

Si Qingxuan sat up straight at some point.The crooked right hand clenched into a fist, and then let it go gently.

The man looked up and saw Si Qingxuan sitting on the main seat.

The two were speechless.

Perhaps the other party didn't know what to say, but Si Qingxuan's expression was blank because his emotions were too strong.

【High Priest, what's wrong with you?I seem to hear the sound of your inner world collapsing. 】

The system is of course joking.

But Si Qingxuan couldn't laugh.

This man can be recognized even if he turns into Gray Si Qingxuan——

According to!Pro!

Isn't it the ex-boyfriend who disappeared at the speed of light after breaking up with him? !

Si Qingxuan's facial muscles twitched, and his expression suddenly revealed a bit of ferocity.

【What?Ex-boyfriend--】

When Si Qingxuan was busy suppressing the "killing intent" in his heart, the system also began to scream in surprise.Si Qingxuan was even more upset.

He directly muted the system to prevent this guy who likes to watch the scene from saying anything that would raise blood pressure.

After the chestnut-haired young man and Zhao Lin walked in, they were followed by two western faces and a red-necked police officer in a dark blue uniform.

"Good morning, everyone." The somewhat bloated policeman spoke with a bit of a tongue, as if he hadn't woken up from a hangover, "I, along with several detectives, were invited to investigate Sophie Ireland Suicide case."