48 Hours a Day

After Zhang Heng finished the bowl of NIU he, he thanked the head chef and the rest of the kitchen staff. Then, he stood up and left, heading to the backyard.

There, Agatha had already put on a set of waiter's clothes that she had just stolen. She had also prepared a set for Zhang Heng. Seeing that the latter had changed, she pushed a dining cart that she had also stolen from the kitchen, they arrived at the mysterious room 515.

The two's plan was simple. Since that room was only accessible to the delivery staff, they would dress up as the delivery staff.

Agatha took out her pocket watch and glanced at it. After half a month of follow-up research, the reasoning society had confirmed that the delivery time in Room 515 was fixed, and there was still about 15 minutes before the dinner delivery.

However, there was nothing they could do. If the timing was right, the two of them would definitely meet the real delivery man.

Therefore, Agatha and Zhang Heng looked at each other and quickly knocked on the door in front of them.

"Dear Guest, your dinner has been delivered today,"Agatha imitated the delivery man's voice and said.

However, there was no response from the room.

Agatha could not help but become nervous. She was worried that their simple plan had been seen through by the people in the room. Just as she was thinking of what she should say to resolve the problem of time.., unexpectedly, the door in front of her slowly opened a crack.

Agatha's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw this. However, she was worried that if she acted too hastily, the people behind the door would become suspicious, so she tried hard to suppress the excitement in her heart, she stood outside the door and waited patiently for another minute.

However, a minute later, the door that revealed a crack did not open again. There was no one behind it.

Agatha cleared her throat. "We're coming in."

After saying that, she finally reached out and pushed open the door that no one had been able to open.

Behind the door was a set of somewhat shabby-looking guest rooms. According to The Hobbit housekeeper, the guest rooms in the manor would meet the needs of every guest to the greatest extent. For example, Zhang Heng's room, it had a modern decor and was fully equipped with all kinds of electronic devices. For example, the room of the best-selling fantasy author was even more luxurious than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

However, this room looked rather shabby. The floor was in disrepair, and when one stepped on it, the ceiling and walls above one's head were covered in mold. The furniture was simple and cheap, surprisingly, the room was clean. It was clear that someone was cleaning it regularly.

Agatha pushed the dining car into the living room and placed it beside the dining table. Then, she did not leave. Instead, she looked around curiously.

Judging from the decoration and furniture, it should be the style of the early 20th century. Agatha was quite familiar with it because she lived in the same era. However, the atmosphere in the room was obviously a little gloomy, just like the crime scenes she had written about.

An ordinary person might not be able to stay for more than a few minutes before they felt depressed. It was no wonder the owner of this room never received any guests.

However, neither Zhang Heng nor Agatha were ordinary people. From the looks of it, neither of them had any intention of leaving.

This was a rare opportunity, and she didn't know when she would be able to enter again.

Even though she didn't bump into anyone in the living room, Agatha wasn't discouraged. She quickly shifted her gaze to the tightly shut door of the study. However, before she could reach it, a voice came from behind her.

"What are you trying to do? !"

It was an old woman with a wrinkled face and a stern expression. Neither Agatha nor Zhang Heng noticed where she had come from.

She was still holding a broom in her hand, and her face was full of vigilance. It was as if she had mistaken Zhang Heng and Agatha for Thieves.

"Ah, are you the guest here? We're here to bring you dinner,"Agatha quickly explained as she pointed to the dining cart at the side.

The old lady's grip on the broom loosened slightly. She didn't comment, but she maintained a straight face as she said, "Just leave the things there and get out of Here!"

Agatha was at her wit's end. They had sneaked into the restaurant wearing the service staff's clothes because they had made a mistake. Now that the guests had chased them out, they had no reason to stay.

However, just as Agatha was about to leave, she found Zhang Heng Standing Still.

He looked at the fierce old lady in front of him and said, "You're not a guest here."

"Why do you say that?"Agatha was interested.

"Because this is obviously a man's room,"Zhang Heng said, "When we first entered the room, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack. Judging from the size, they were both male, and most likely, they belonged to the same person. Also, even though this room is relatively clean, there are still cobwebs and dust in the corners and places that are not easily noticed. Obviously, the cleaners are not careful enough, so the probability of them being male is higher."

"Last but not least,"Zhang Heng said, pointing to the window on his left. "Can you tell?"

Agatha studied the window carefully, and a look of contemplation flashed across her eyes, "The upper part of this window is not as bright as the lower part, because the occupant is about... well, six feet tall. When cleaning, it can only graze the lower part. This... This madam is less than five feet tall, and if you step on a stool, the glass should be equally bright."

"But,"Agatha frowned again. "If she is not a guest here, then who is she? How did she get here?"

"According to the rules of the manor, each house can only accommodate one guest."

"I am his aunt. We have always lived together. I take care of his daily life. In this world, only I really care about him,"the old woman said.

"Is that why he never leaves his room?"

"That's right. The world outside is too dangerous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. There are traps everywhere. We're living well here, so there's no need for us to leave,"the old lady said with a stiff neck.

"But do you know that there's a demon living in his heart?"

Zhang Heng asked. Unlike Agatha, he already knew who was living in this room the moment he stepped into it, because the feeling was too familiar.

It was as if he had returned to that gloomy seaside town or that underwater palace, especially now that he had an unprecedented close connection with that existence. Therefore, when he stepped into this room.., the feeling of familiarity was particularly strong.

Because he knew that this was the origin of everything, the place where all the stories began.