The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 67 Meeting
  Probably like the legend, Hugh Corian, a wealthy textile businessman, originally planned to build this manor into an ancestral property passed down from generation to generation, so the materials used in the house were very sophisticated and the workmanship was very solid.

Whether it is the marble tiles of various colors on the ground or the large and small sculptures of different materials scattered everywhere, they are still basically intact despite a long period of baptism, but the color is slightly dull, making people almost unaware that this is actually a sculpture. An ancient house that has been vacant for hundreds of years.

Only the subtle stale smell of oxidized wood and textiles in the air tells the story of the vicissitudes of history here.

When passing by the turntable of the two-part staircase in the hall, Zhu Mingyao seemed to have inadvertently glanced at the portrait oil painting hanging on the middle wall, whose face was blurred.

Then he lowered his eyelids and followed everyone up as if nothing had happened.

Although Mrs. Sarah who led the way had a cold face, she still dutifully explained all the things that need to be paid attention to when checking in.

"My husband York and I come here every morning at seven o'clock. We make breakfast at seven forty and then start cleaning. We have lunch at twelve noon. You can choose to eat in the dining room or the living room. We will leave here before five o'clock in the evening. When we get back to town, dinner will be prepared in advance and placed in the restaurant.”

She pushed open the old-fashioned carved wooden door of the guest room, put down the suitcase she was carrying, and continued:
  "The nearest residence is nine kilometers away. No one will come if anything happens, so..."

She paused slightly and looked at the group of people with a subtle expression.

"Be safe, lock the door, and if anything happens, just hold on until dawn."

Although Professor Marrow felt that Housekeeper Sarah was making a fuss, he felt relieved when he thought that locals like them had grown up with the legend of the Haunted Manor and nodded politely in agreement.

"Hi! Are you the organizer of the experiment?" A young man with yellow hair stuck his head out from the next room.

"Hello, my name is Luke, and I am a volunteer for this psychological experiment." The yellow-haired young man wearing a blue sweater walked out of the room and greeted everyone cheerfully.

Before Professor Marlowe could chat with the young man, Mrs. Sarah glanced at the clock in the corridor impatiently and said with a serious expression:
  "Sorry gentlemen, please take your time and chat, we have to leave first."

As a housekeeper, this behavior was really rude, but everyone present was not here specifically for vacation, so they didn't care too much about her somewhat perfunctory service attitude.

Everyone said goodbye casually and watched Mrs. Sarah and her husband, Old York, turn away and then continued talking.

Seeing this, Zhu Mingyao rolled his eyes twice, took two steps back inconspicuously, quietly went downstairs, and followed him.

……

"It's so embarrassing for you to look like that!"

Mrs. Sarah stood at the entrance door and complained angrily.

"Go and drive quickly, I don't want to stay here for a minute longer."

The same old man as the cleaner, her husband York, shrunk his head and did not dare to argue loudly. He just muttered and walked to his car.

"...That's not to get more of our pension money. If it weren't for that, who would come here?

Besides, it's just a little late, so nothing will happen. Over the years, at most, some people have been so scared that they broke their legs..."

It seems that she is also a strict wife...

Zhu Mingyao, who was slowly following behind, happened to see this scene. He came closer and asked softly and politely:

"Dear Madam, according to your husband, there seems to be something 'special' here, right?"

"No one has died, don't worry!" the old woman replied firmly. She looked back and saw that the boy was not old, so her tone was as soft as possible.

"Isn't this what you people from big cities are here for? You come here to pursue the legend, and then you get scared and scream, and then you leave with a look of excitement."

"I really don't understand, why do you young people like to look for excitement so much?" "It seems that quite a few people have been here, and they have all given 'good reviews', right?" Zhu Mingyao made a small face, Smiling, he took out a twenty gold dollar note from his pocket and handed it over.

"I heard that the fresh apple juice produced here is good. Madam, can you bring some for breakfast tomorrow? Please."

Mrs. Sarah hesitated for a moment, then took the money and said:

"Not too many people come here. After all, this place is too remote. It has only been reopened for two years. The locals didn't go near this place before, and only some people like you... you come here to have fun."

Perhaps because of the boy's politeness, she stared at the old Honda her husband drove past her family and said a few more words:
  "Keep the doors and windows closed at night, wear earmuffs, and don't worry about the rest. It's just some noise, and it's been like this for decades. Don't panic and hurt yourself, and nothing will happen."

After saying that, Mrs. Sarah opened the car door and got in. Under her constant urging, the car drove out in a hurry, as if something was chasing behind it, leaving only a trail of dust.

Looking at the housekeeper and his wife hurried away, Zhu Mingyao stretched out his hand and scratched his chin, his face thoughtful.

He walked squarely to the gate, carefully closed the iron gate and closed it for a moment. He turned around and squinted his eyes, watching the setting sun reflect the scattered light and shadow on the windows of the manor building. Silently he muttered to himself:
  "Never hurt anyone? That's interesting."

……

The young man returned to the house and walked slowly along the hall.

There are various sculptures everywhere, alabaster, bronze, marble, round sculptures, reliefs, wall decorations, columns, stair railings, plants, animals, and of course people, the most common of which are images of children. .

Zhu Mingyao looked around like an ordinary curious young man.

He lowered his head, lightly brushed his fingers over the bronze griffon lying on the stone platform in front of him, curled up his middle finger and flicked it slightly, listening to the hollow echo, and nodded secretly.

Turning around, Zhu Mingyao looked around inch by inch, and finally turned to a wall in the hall.

There are two decorative false doors about three meters high inlaid on the wall. The texture of the false doors seems to be made of black basalt, and the relief technique on them depicts the scene of a group of undead skeletons struggling painfully in hell.

The carving lines are smooth and the figures are vivid. Judging from Zhu Mingyao's artistic appreciation, although there is still some craftsmanship, it is still above the standard.

He lowered his eyelids for a moment, seeming a little disappointed, and then looked away.

At this time, a burst of lively voices came from the second floor, and accompanied by light or heavy footsteps, people walked down the stairs.

The person leading the way was not Professor Marlowe, but a young girl with black hair, red lips, almond eyes and peach cheeks.

She wore a pair of sparkling silver dangling earrings, a tight purple velvet that outlined her graceful curves, and her black high-heeled leather boots made a crisp echo when they hit the stone tiles. She was dressed fashionably and beautifully.

"Oh, there is also...a young friend. Are you also a volunteer in the experiment?" The girl raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand in a familiar manner, and said with a toothy smile.

Looking at this pretty girl who looked exactly like the star of the movie in his previous life, Zhu Mingyao also smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, shook it gently, and said before Professor Marlow could speak:

"It's a bit far off, pretty lady. I was just introduced by an acquaintance to come to Professor Marlowe to work part-time as a young intern to help with this experiment."

The girl clapped her fair and slender hands and tilted her head playfully.

“Okay, handsome little intern, and everyone, stop standing there!

I can already smell the aroma of dinner. Anna and I have been playing in this big house all afternoon. We are already hungry. Let's go eat and chat. "

Everyone nodded happily and walked towards the dining table on the side of the hall.

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