Duncan stood at the top of the tall spiral staircase, overlooking and scanning the ancient and gorgeous mansion, and once again confirmed his judgment: this mysterious mansion is the same as the room where the Frost Queen Leigh Nora slept.
Almost identical in style!
With a thought in his heart, he immediately turned around and looked in another direction at the top of the spiral staircase.
There is a deep corridor on the second floor. The walls on both sides are hung with strange oil paintings whose details cannot be clearly seen. Between the paintings are wrought iron candlesticks as black as thorns. The flames on the candlesticks are pale, and the light and shadow in the corridor are dim. And in the corridor
In the deepest part, between the hazy and dim shadows, there seemed to be a vague door.
That's the mansion owner's room?
Duncan immediately took steps and walked quickly towards the deep and dark corridor. The old wooden floor made a monotonous creaking sound under his feet, and the pale candlesticks on both sides of the corridor seemed to be disturbed by the breeze he brought.
Shaking irregularly, the originally eerie corridor suddenly swayed with light and shadow, looking increasingly hazy and dim.
Duncan stopped at the end of the corridor, frowning tightly, looking at the darkness in front of him.
There is no door here - the door that appeared in the shadows before seems to be just a fleeting illusion. There is only a corridor that ends abruptly in front of him. The floor, walls and roof of the corridor are broken and broken here.
And on the opposite side of the break, there was only an empty and terrifying dark space.
Duncan carefully came to the edge of the broken floor, poked his head and looked outside, then turned his head and looked around the fracture zone.
Outside was an endless void of space, and the corridor under his feet was abrupt, floating alone in the air. No other parts of the mansion could be seen around him, let alone the rooms and doors that should theoretically be at the end of the corridor.
Duncan stepped back and looked at the empty place quietly.
There should have been something here, a room and a door, but now it has disappeared, as if it was "torn away" from the mansion and disappeared into the nothingness.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from nearby, interrupting Duncan's meditation.
He suddenly looked towards the direction from which the sound came.
A headless figure wearing a black coat was standing by the wall not far away, bending over and carefully wiping a marble decorative table.
Duncan thought briefly, and then walked towards the headless figure.
The headless figure did not run away like the fleeting figures before, but slowly straightened up. When Duncan approached, he even bent slightly, like a well-trained butler.
Show a decent attitude.
It's just that the bare structure above his shoulders only makes this polite and decent posture look even more weird and terrifying.
"Guest, who are you looking for?" A hollow, muffled voice sounded from the chest of the headless body, sounding polite.
A weird feeling emerged in his heart, but after all, Duncan had dealt with a lot of evil things in this world, and he quickly ignored this weirdness, and talked to the headless body in front of him calmly: "At the end of the corridor
Why is your room missing?”
"It left," the headless body replied, "it left a long time ago."
Duncan frowned, and then asked: "What about the people in the room? There should be someone in the room, right?"
"The mistress of the room also left, along with the room - a long, long time ago." The headless body replied.
"A long time ago?" Duncan couldn't suppress the disobedience in his heart, "Didn't you just leave?"
"Yes, the guest just left, a long, long time ago," the headless body replied politely, "Everything that has happened here happened a long time ago - the next thing will happen.
After a long, long time."
The words spoken by this headless body were strange and difficult to understand, but Duncan couldn't help but be led by these strange and obscure words to make many conjectures - discontinuity of time? Fault? Is this mansion in some kind of time fault?
Duncan suddenly thought of the brass key. He came to this strange mansion after turning the key, and the brass key came from a conscious preacher of the end - a group with discontinuous time.
.
Brass key?
Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly felt something. He immediately looked at his hand - the cold touch seemed to have been delayed for a long time, and then suddenly reached his palm, and a brass key lay there quietly.
When he saw the brass key, the headless body standing opposite seemed to suddenly notice something. The body shook, and a dull voice came from its chest: "Ah, it turns out you hold the key.
Your distinguished guest——Excuse me for being negligent, are you here to see the hostess?”
"Mistress?" Duncan was confused. "Didn't you just say that the mistress has left the room? And she left a long, long time ago..."
"There are two mistresses," the headless body said slowly, patiently answering the guests' questions like a housekeeper. "One is the mistress of the room. She never leaves the room, and now she has followed the room.
We left together, the other being the mistress of the mansion - she never enters the mansion."
The words of this headless body became more and more weird, and Duncan was confused by it, but he quickly guessed that the "mistress who never left the room" should refer to the Frost Queen Leigh Nora, and followed
I have a vague suspicion about the other "mistress".
"What's the name of the other mistress?" he asked, staring at the headless body in front of him.
"This is Alice's Mansion," the headless body quickly replied, "The mistress's name is, of course, Alice."
Duncan lowered his eyelids calmly, controlling the subtle changes in his eyes.
Everything was as expected - he entered the mansion after turning the keyhole on Alice's back, so how could this weird mansion have nothing to do with "Alice"?
The name of this mansion is "Alice Mansion". Alice is the mistress of this mansion, and Leigh Nora is only the mistress of that room - the latter never leaves her room.
, so rather than being a "mistress", it sounds more like a special prisoner, and this is in line with the information revealed by Leigh Nora:
She was bound to the "Drifting Place" in order to control the "Copy of the Ancient God" in the deep sea.
Now, thanks to the "help" of a certain warp shadow, this particular prisoner has escaped, taking her cage with her.
The "warden" of this prison is lingering outside the prison?
Duncan couldn't help but picture Alice's innocent and happy smile in his mind, but he couldn't connect that silly doll with the identity of "the hostess of Alice's Mansion" or "the warden of the Drifting Place".
So he quickly controlled the random thoughts in his mind, and while arranging his expression, he raised his eyes and looked at the headless body in front of him: "Why does the mistress of the mansion never enter the mansion?"
"She is taking a nap in the garden," the headless body replied. "She has been resting for a long time, but it is not time to return to the mansion yet."
Taking a nap in the garden?
Duncan's thoughts were spinning in his mind, but he remained calm on the surface: "Can I go see the 'mistress'?"
"Of course," the headless body said immediately. Although there was no head, Duncan felt that the other party seemed to have a "gaze" falling on the brass key. "You are the guest holding the key. You can open this mansion."
any door - including, of course, the door leading to the garden. Please come with me and I will take you to the garden."
Duncan nodded "Yeah" and followed the headless body toward the previous spiral staircase connecting the first and second floors of the mansion.
On the way to the garden, he tried to talk to the other party with the idea of collecting as much information as possible: "What is your identity here?"
"I am the butler here, guest," the headless body claiming to be the butler said, "Ordinary servants and maids dare not approach you, so I am here."
"There are many attendants and maids here?" Duncan thought of the whispers he heard in the hall before and the phantoms he accidentally saw. "It sounds like it's quite lively here on weekdays?"
"The Drifting Land accepts drifters, as well as all the souls who stray here by mistake. Here, everyone has nowhere to go - so it is at least a good shelter."
"What's your name?" Duncan asked again.
"I don't have a name, guest, you can just call me butler," the headless butler said. "Most of the servants and maids here have no names. Those who have names will gradually lose them - those who are homeless will eventually lose themselves.
name, it is our destiny, and I was the first to come here, my name was lost a long time ago."
"Homeless people..." Duncan suddenly stopped and repeated this word subconsciously.
"Guest?" The headless butler also stopped and turned his head to look at Duncan curiously.
"It's okay, I'm just a little distracted." Duncan reacted quickly and shook his head.
But just when he was about to take another step, an oil painting on the nearby wall suddenly caught his eye.