My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 192 Mansion

Afternoon, forge workshop.

Kroun ended the practice at once and was about to get off work.

When he walked out of his humble office, he found Del waiting at the door.

"Bishop, Yaxing contacted me and told me that there is a suitable mansion. I don't know when you will have time to go and take a look. The Yaxing man is at the door of the church."

"Now that they are all here, let's go take a look together."

The two walked out of the church, got on the carriage arranged by Ya Xing, and ran towards their destination.

The tooth man is a middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing a somewhat worn but clean brown coat, and a wrinkled black tie around his neck.

A gust of wind blew up, and Yaren's hair was blown up, revealing a large area of ​​smooth scalp.

On the carriage, Yaren told the basic situation of the courtyard:

"This mansion is located at No. 36 Baker Street. Although it is not in the church's industrial area, it is only fifteen minutes away by driving a carriage to the Holy Fire Cathedral.

It ticks all the boxes for a gentleman, a spacious house with basement and stables."

An aerial view of the Rhine City appeared in Crown's mind, which the church drew before the gray fog fell.

Baker Street belongs to the parliamentary area, only one street away from the church industrial area radiated by the Holy Fire Cathedral, and five streets away from the cathedral.

The center of the parliamentary district concentrated the old aristocrats, emerging capital businessmen, high-level government officials and high-level fraternities.

Yaren talked about the benefits of the house in a leisurely and non-stop manner, and how cost-effective it would be to buy it now, without mentioning why the house was for sale.

Crown felt the carriage slow down and soon stopped. The door of the carriage was opened, and the orange-red sunset shone in.

"Dear sir, we have arrived."

Yaren explained with a smile and got off the carriage first.

Crown felt the time, and it took 17 minutes and 13 seconds from the carriage starting to stopping.

Since it was evening, there were many pedestrians on the street and the speed of cars was not very fast. If you choose this residence, the commuting time is acceptable.

He got off the carriage and stood in front of the courtyard door.

The outer perimeter is a tall stone wall and a black iron gate. There are several flower shapes on the top of the gate, which are slightly rusty.

There is a brass nameplate nailed to the pillar at the door, which reads the name of this place: 36 Baker Street. The font is in beautiful and fancy italics.

On the nameplate, there was a stain in the shape of a shield the size of a football ball. Crown judged that a badge should have been attached here.

Both the old aristocrats and the emerging capital aristocrats have this hobby.

His sight passed through the gate, and a road that seemed wide even when two carriages were running in parallel led directly to a three-story Georgian-style building made of red bricks and stones at the back.

The road bifurcates in front of the building and leads around the small building to the back of the building.

The brick joints filled with lime in the small building are dark and gray, and there is a layer of green moss in many places on the wall. There are a few ivy plants occupying half of the wall. There are several chimneys standing on the gray sloping roof.

There is a white porch at the door of the house, and four columns as thick as an adult's thigh are arranged in sequence.

The six-paneled brown wooden door has gold paint trim on the four sides and a fan-shaped window at the top of the door.

The threshold is more than one meter above the ground, and there is a gray marble staircase with seven or eight steps.

Yaren took the key, opened the iron door, and said diligently:

"There is also a bungalow at the back where the servants live, and the stables are also behind."

Several people walked into the yard and entered the house.

There was no furniture inside and it looked empty.

Kroen took a cursory look, mainly checking whether the top floor of the house was leaking.

He doesn't have many requirements for his residence, as long as it is clean.

It was obvious that the original owner of the house had kept the place so clean that even the mice would cry when they came.

After checking the above ground part of the house, he nodded slightly and ordered: "Go and look at the basement."

"Okay, please follow me."

Yaren tightened the leather bag in his hand and led the guests to a room on the first floor, which was the entrance to the basement.

"This house is more than 300 years old, at least the basement. Now the main part of the house is built on the foundation of the basement."

Lifting the lid of the basement, Yaren lit an oil lamp and handed it to Del: "You two, you can visit as you like, but I won't accompany you down."

Crown caught a glimpse of the unique lines and patterns carved on the lid, rather than decorative patterns.

Del walked ahead holding an oil lamp.

Kroen walked down the stairs and found that the space was in the shape of a five-pointed star. It was roughly estimated to be one-third the size of the house's area, and it was entirely made of hard basalt.

The place is in a mess, with many broken old objects preserved.

There was a thick layer of dust on the old cabinets, chairs, and a bunch of other sundries, but it had a texture that looked like mice or something else had crawled over it.

Del muttered dissatisfied:

"The original owner moved away everything that could be used, leaving a pile of junk for us to clean up."

The basement is very cool, much cooler than the outside temperature.

Suddenly, a warning sign occurred in Kroun's heart. He noticed that a pair of malicious eyes seemed to appear behind him, staring at him viciously, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in response.

Turning around very quickly, he caught a glimpse of white light that could not be detected by ordinary people shining in the dark corner, and the blurred faces quickly disappeared.

Evil spirit? No, when evil spirits appear, they will be accompanied by a faint stench, so they are ghosts or demons.

Although they are both spiritual beings, these three things pose different threats to human beings.

Ghosts refer to spirits that have strong emotions lingering before death, and whose remaining consciousness is affected by some mysterious force and can live on forever. Demon spirits refer to spirits that are formed after the death of non-human creatures.

These two kinds of spirits have their own rules of conduct.

The origin of evil spirits has not yet been determined, but it is known that this kind of thing is extremely hostile to all living creatures. The seventh sense did not give him any warning, indicating that these things were not a threat to him.

The tooth man shouted from above: "Two gentlemen, come up. It's full of junk items and needs to be cleaned up. There's nothing good to see."

Del suddenly approached and whispered: "Sir, I feel something is wrong here. It's very shady. I felt like I was being spied on just now."

Crown shook his head slightly and ordered: "Let's go up and talk, you go in front."

Seeing that the two people who went down came up safely without encountering any problems, Yaren breathed a sigh of relief.

This house has been hanging in the basement for a long time. Every time I take people to the basement, some incomprehensible and strange things always happen.

Fortunately, there were no accidents this time.

"Let's go take a look at the servants' quarters and stables at the back." The tooth man closed the basement door and led the two people away.

In the dark basement, creaking sounds echoed.

After visiting all the places in the mansion, Yaren said with a smile on his face: "I wonder if you two are satisfied? If you are satisfied, we can help you interview the owner of the house."

If he could sell such a mansion, he would be able to get a handsome commission.

Not only that, the owner of the house also promised to give an additional hard-earned fee if the house can be sold.

"Do you know who owns the house here and why they're selling it," Crown asked.

There was something wrong with the house, and there was a group of ghosts living in the basement. He felt that the owner of the house probably knew about it.

These ghosts are not strong and can be dealt with by second-level extraordinary beings. However, the homeowner did not deal with them, which is a bit intriguing.

People who can live in such a place should not be inaccessible to the world of extraordinary beings.

“Well, this is the ancestral residence of the Viscount of Lazio, but after the Viscount passed away half a year ago, the house was inherited by his daughter Melissa.

As for why she sold her ancestral home, I don't know. "

Yaren changed his hand to hold the bag and vaguely wiped the sweat from his palms. He sweated easily when he was nervous.

The owner of the house did not tell Yaxing the reason for selling the house, but he brought people to see the house many times, and he realized that there were unclean things inside.

But can he say such a thing? Who will buy a house after saying that? Where does he get the commission when no one buys the house?

As for whether the person who buys a house will encounter any difficulties later, that is not a question that he needs to consider.

Although he felt uneasy and guilty, he still had to eat and had a family to feed.

Crown didn't hold out hope that Yaren could reveal some information that he didn't know. He nodded and said, "I'm quite satisfied with the house. You can arrange it and I'll have an interview with the seller.

At five o'clock tomorrow night, you can come and wait for me at the door of the church. "

"Okay," Yaren said happily.

. . . .

After taking the horse carriage back to his residence, Crown sat on the sofa to rest.

Del asked: "Sir, there is something wrong with that basement, have you noticed it?"

"Yes, there are a few ghosts in there. It's not a big problem. I can take care of them when I buy the house."

"Bang, bang"

The door of the house was hammered hard.

"Open the door!" A rough voice sounded.

"I'll open the door."

Del's eyes flashed with coldness, secretly thinking that some unknown bastard was coming to the door.

The door was opened. The leader was two meters tall and as strong as a brown bear. Behind him were two men of the same height as normal people.

The strong bear pushed Del away with one hand.

Del punched back, but was knocked away by the enemy's punch, and the three people rushed into the house.

"You two went to look at a house at No. 36 Baker Street?"

When Zhuang Xiong saw the person sitting on the sofa, he walked over and asked condescendingly.

"Sir," Del rushed over in shame and anger, wanting to continue attacking, but Crown raised his hand and stopped his subordinate.

From the simple exchange just now, he found that Del's strength was far inferior to that of a strong man. He initially judged that the enemy had the strength of a second-level extraordinary person, or a powerful knight-type extraordinary person.

Del stood back beside him.

"Sir? Hehe, why are you pretending to be an adult in front of us?"

The strong bear grinned, with a hint of disdain in his eyes:

"Boy, let me tell you, you can't buy that house. Someone you can't afford to offend has already taken a liking to it."

"What, there is someone competing with me? Just bid normally. What's the point of threatening people?" Crown slowly stood up.

He is one head shorter than the strong bear, and judging from the oppressive force of his body, he is far less intimidating than the enemy.

"You can't understand people's words, right? The truth?! The real truth is this."

A sneer flashed on the strong bear's face, and he swung his fist into the face of the person in front of him.

What is truth? A big fist means truth. This is something he has understood since he was a teenager. He rose up from the bottom gang in Whitechapel District by relying on his ruthless mind, iron fist and the ability to adapt to the changing circumstances. .

Later, he became the dirty glove of a big shot and got even better.

Kicking off and kicking out, Crown responded to the enemy's fist before it was fully swung out.

"bang bang"

The strong bear hung on the wall with a smile, and then fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)