Chapter 69 The plot is about to begin?

As they chatted over the dishes on the table, tasting the fine wine, everyone gradually became familiar with each other.

It seemed that she was not a good drinker. After two drinks, Professor Marlowe’s female assistant Mary blushed. She exhaled the smell of alcohol and stood up excitedly. She walked back and forth slowly, stroking the surrounding furnishings. Several experimental volunteers introduced the legend of Corian Manor.

“…Why are there so many child-themed carvings? Good question, Mr. Luke.

Because the builders of this manor, Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Crane, loved children very much. Unfortunately, they could not have children of their own until they passed away one after another...

Such a large fireplace is not very practical in modern buildings. However, in the era without air conditioning, people did not have many choices. It is just that such an exaggerated size is really rare. I am not saying bad things about the ancients. I am When I traveled in Europe, I never saw anything of this size in those noble manors..."

She picked up the fire hook, opened the layer of thin iron chains hanging on the fireplace to block the smoke, threw a piece of split pine wood into it, watched the wood crackling in the fire, turned around and said:

"Compared with those real aristocratic families, it makes people feel a bit like a nouveau riche."

"But the other furniture decorations here look good. Although they are only made by ordinary craftsmen and are not works of art, they are well maintained." Siona picked up the wine glass and commented from her professional perspective. .

"That's true. Although it's slightly damaged, it's generally still in good condition. Just like this harpsichord, it's still barely playable after more than a hundred years." Mary nodded and pressed her fingers on the keys a few times. The copper strings vibrated and made a slightly dull sound.

"Thankfully, when the town was not in decline, the financial situation was pretty good. Otherwise, these things would have been sold out by the town government, and we wouldn't be able to get together here..."

Everyone listened attentively to Mary telling the history of the manor, and no one noticed that one of the wooden harpsichord's pegs wrapped around the strings was slowly and silently unwinding little by little.

With a sound of "Zheng!", the strings made of copper wire suddenly collapsed, pulling out an afterimage, and swept towards Mary's face with a subtle and sharp sound that broke through the air!

A common modern piano string has a tension of 90 kilograms. If it is suddenly drawn on the exposed skin of a human body, the damage caused will not be much lighter than a scratch with a knife.

Even though the power of the old-fashioned harpsichord is smaller, if it is drawn hard this time, if there is no accident, the skin will be torn and blood will flow.

If nothing unexpected...

How could there be no accidents!

Over the past few days, Zhu Mingyao has carefully recalled the movie "Haunted Invasion" over and over again. As long as he can recall the details, he is already familiar with them. When faced with the opening of the original work, the first scene of the haunted house in the manor was of course long overdue. Be prepared.

Seeing that the string was about to hit Mary's face, it suddenly tilted halfway and slid to the ground as if it had hit something transparent and tough.

It happened so fast, and the strings were so delicate that everyone, including Mary herself, was stunned for a moment. It took them a few breaths to react, and then they stood up suddenly and hurriedly gathered around to check.

Everyone scrambled to help Mary sit down on a sofa. The two ladies came forward and checked her carefully. After making sure that she was in good condition, everyone felt at ease. "This house is really, really weird." Mary took the wine offered by Siona and drank two sips of it before she managed to calm down. She looked at the shimmering metal strings on the ground and was shocked. road.

"What the locals said is true! It must be, it must be the souls of Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Crane still wandering here."

"Don't panic, Mary, it was just an accident." Professor Marlow held the sofa, leaned down and comforted him, but even though he said this, his eyes secretly looked at Zhu Mingyao.

If it had been before, he might have just thought it was an accident, but this time he was accompanied by a so-called exorcist.

He has not forgotten why he invited people to come. Isn't it because he listened to his disciple Klein's vivid description and had a mentality of preferring to believe that a place like a haunted house exists rather than that it doesn't exist, so he invited people to accompany him? Well.

Feeling Professor Marlow's gaze, the young man hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly to him.

Professor Maro swallowed a mouthful of spit, kept his expression unchanged, and forced a smile at everyone:
  "Okay, okay, since everything is fine, everyone should hurry up and continue eating. I will explain the contents of this experiment in detail later."

Returning to the dining table again, the group of people had different thoughts, and the atmosphere was obviously a bit dull. Maro observed everyone's faces and told a few jokes in a row. Then everyone's interest slowly recovered and they began to communicate in low voices.

While everyone was chatting and laughing, Professor Maro apologized and said he was going to the bathroom, but secretly glanced at Zhu Mingyao.

After his back disappeared around the corner, Zhu Mingyao muttered a few words silently, hid his hands under the table and made a few gestures, and an invisible wave spread out and enveloped the surroundings.

After silently putting up protection for everyone, the young man pretended to go to the bathroom too, stood up and followed him.

Turning the corner, Professor Marlow was waiting not far away. When he saw Zhu Mingyao appearing, his eyes lit up. He stepped forward and asked in a low voice, slightly anxiously:

"What happened just now? Mr. Milhaud, is it really true..." He was a little stuck for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Zhu Mingyao remained silent, first took out a black leather document from his arms and stuffed it into Maro's hand, and then said:
  "There are indeed some problems here, Professor. I know you don't believe much in supernatural events, but this thing should be able to convince you to a certain extent."

Opening the document, he looked at this line of small words written under the shiny FBI metal coat of arms:
  【Special Advisor】!
  Professor Marrow chewed on the word, half-convinced. Does the FBI have such a position?

The young man spread his hands and said, "You don't think I'm forging documents, do you? You brought your mobile phone and you can call Professor Charlie Dalton now. He will be willing to vouch for me, or if you have an acquaintance in the relevant system, You can also ask them to check the number on the certificate."

Zhu Mingyao's frank expression and words dispelled many of Professor Maro's doubts. He handed back the certificate and asked hesitantly: "Well, who is this [Special Advisor]?"

"That's what you think. This refers to those of us who assist government agencies in investigating these 'special incidents'. I'm afraid we need your cooperation in today's situation. I'll take the time to explain it to you..."

(End of this chapter)

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