I Have 48 Hours a Day

devil? “The old woman was stunned when she heard this word, and then sneered, “Aren’t you guys who enter other people’s homes without permission and pretend to be service workers are the devil?” “

“Even so, it’s more normal than imagining that an aunt will live with herself.” Zhang Heng said calmly.

“You said she was conceived?” Agatha asked in surprise, but the queen of reasoning also reacted immediately and suddenly said, “Yes, this manor only invites the author in, and each one has one. The room, since the owner of this room is someone else, it is impossible for his aunt to be here. This is the most reasonable explanation.”

When Zhang Heng said that sentence, the old woman on the opposite side fell silent, as if she had been pressed the pause button, she didn’t have any facial expressions.

When Agatha finished speaking, her figure became lighter and lighter until she disappeared completely.

However, when she disappeared, the gloomy and depressive atmosphere in the house did not improve, but became stronger and stronger, so strong that other authors living in the same building felt it.

Some authors who had some mental problems, were affected by this atmosphere and suddenly became depressed, and some terrible thoughts flashed through their heads uncontrollably, and the pilot man before began to pace the room non-stop. At the beginning, Fitzgerald rubbed up half of his love letter and threw it into the wastebasket. Then he picked up his head in frustration on the bed. Even Hemingway, who was always a tough guy, turned his eyes to his bed several times His shotgun looked uncertain.

Agatha, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt even more intense, her face changed, “How could this be?”

After a long silence, Zhang Heng said, “I might have guessed wrong before. I thought his aunt was the culprit who caused his mental problems, because this room is likely to be restored to his previous life with his aunt. The place, only in this way can explain why it is so shabby and there is the illusion of his aunt at the same time. The hobbit housekeeper once told me that every room will meet the needs of the guests to the greatest extent, and he chose to make his own The guest room was transformed into the place where he once lived, probably because it gave him a sense of security.”

“You are right. He has been in the manor for so long, but no one has seen him leave his room. He should be an extremely introverted and autistic guy. Such a person is indeed the most likely choice when choosing the style of the guest room. The place where he lived, even if it was simple and shabby, he could have chosen a better living environment.”

Agatha paused when she said, “Wait, you… seem to know the people who live here?”

“Yes, he is its creator.” Zhang Heng said.

“Who is whose creator?”

However, Zhang Heng did not answer this question.

So Agatha asked again, “What happened to the aunt you mentioned before?”

“I was preconceived. The old aunt we met before showed a strong desire to control. I thought this was the reason for his mental problems, but now it seems that his aunt has been trying to help him. Solve his mental illness, and the reason why he also imagined his aunt here is to help stabilize his mental state. This is why there has been no situation in the manor for so long, until we just pierced his illusion. .”

“Wait, I still don’t understand. Why does his mental problem affect the entire manor?” Agatha wondered.

“This matter is difficult to explain clearly for a while. I have some connections with him. Can I stay alone with him for a while?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Okay.” Agatha saw that Zhang Heng seemed to be particularly concerned about the occupants of this suite, so she did not hesitate, and decisively agreed, and then retired.

When she left, Zhang Heng closed the door and walked towards the study. He could feel that gloomy and depressive breath was the strongest in the study, and if nothing else, it was from there.

Zhang Heng didn’t expect that he originally came to Room 515 to look for the owner of the manor, but he did not find the owner of the manor, but unexpectedly found the initiator of all this.

Zhang Heng knows that the person in this room is the creator of the monster in the city under the ice, and since the blood of that monster is also flowing in his body, in a sense, the other party can be regarded as his half creator. , So the next meeting will become very strange.

Zhang Heng put his right hand on the faded brass handle of the study, took a deep breath, and slowly turned his palm.

The door of the study is not locked, which is normal, because the owner of this suite keeps his door tightly closed at ordinary times, so the study for work naturally does not need to be locked again.

After opening the door, the scene in the study is also clear.

It is as simple and shabby as the reception room outside, but the number of books is not large, like a small library, there are also many old newspapers arranged according to the date and piled in the corner of the room.

An old table was placed in the center of the house, and a tall, thin man was quickly tapping on a black typewriter with his back to the door of the house.

The click of the typewriter was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

The thin and tall man at the table seemed to hear the footsteps behind him, but he didn’t look back. He just said, “Aunt Anne, you can eat first. I will go to the living room after I finish writing this article.”

However, the people behind him did not continue to urge him as usual.

The thin tall man seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head from the desk and saw a strange man standing behind him. The man was squatting down and picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the ground.

That is the end of the article, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Zhang Heng noticed the signature at the bottom of the paper-Howard Philip Lovecraft.

Then he quickly scanned the text in other places on the manuscript paper and handed it back to the man on the opposite side.

The latter took his own manuscript and stubbornly thanked him. Then he hesitated and asked a little nervously, “Who are you, Aunt Anne’s friend?”

“No, I’m here to see you.” Zhang Heng said.

“Look at me?” Lovecraft looked surprised, and then a little shy. “But, I don’t know you. I usually communicate with my friends through letters. They rarely come to me.”

“Yes, this is our first meeting. Although I have always appreciated your talent.”

“Really, this is the first time someone has said this to me.” Lovecraft looked a little excited when he heard the words, and there was a look on the originally dull face.

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