48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng finished the bowl of Beef River and thanked the head chef and the rest of the kitchen's wait staff, then got up and left to go to the backyard.

There Agatha had already put on a set of waitress outfits that she had just stolen, she also prepared a set for Zhang Heng as well, watched the latter change directly into it, and then pushed a food cart that also came along from the back kitchen to the mysterious Room 515.

The two had a simple plan: since that room was only accessible to the food delivery service staff, they would dress up as delivery workers.

Agatha pulled out her pocket watch and looked at it, the reasoning agency had already determined after half a month of tracking and research that Room 515 had a regular daily delivery time, and it was actually about a quarter of an hour before dinner delivery.

But there was no way around it, because if they really got the time particularly right, the two of them were bound to run into the real food delivery man.

Therefore Agatha and Zhang Heng reached out and knocked on the door in front of them quickly after a glance at each other.

"Distinguished guest, your dinner for today has been delivered." Agatha mimicked the voice of the food delivery man.

There was no response from the room as a result.

Agatha couldn't help but get nervous as well, worried that this simple plan of theirs had been revealed to the people in the house, and was thinking that she should say something to round out the timing when she didn't expect the next moment the door of the house in front of her to slowly open a crack.

Agatha's eyes flashed with surprise at the sight, but she was worried that the person behind the door would be suspicious if she acted too eagerly, so she tried to hold down her excitement and stood outside the door and waited patiently for about another minute.

After a minute, however, the door, which showed a crack, did not remain open, and there was no one or voice behind it.

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

With that she finally reached out and pushed open the door in front of her that no one had been able to push open.

Behind the door was a set of rooms that looked somewhat humble, according to the hobbit housekeeper, the rooms in the manor would meet each guest's needs to the fullest extent, like Zhang Heng's room, which was a completely modern style of decoration and was fully equipped with all kinds of electronics, or the room of the fantasy bestselling female author, which was even more luxurious than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

But this room, it looks a little shabby, the flooring in disrepair, stepping on it creaks, a small piece of mold can be seen on the ceiling and walls overhead, the furniture is also very simple and cheap, but surprisingly the house is quite clean, obviously someone is cleaning regularly.

Agatha pushed the food cart into the living room and placed it by the dining table, but didn't leave afterwards, but looked around curiously.

Judging from the house's decoration and furniture, it should be in the early 20th century style, which Agatha was quite familiar with, as she was living in the same era. Only the atmosphere in this set of rooms was distinctly somber, as if it was the scene of one of those murders she had written about.

An ordinary person might not stay for more than a few minutes before feeling depressed, and it was no wonder that the owner of this place never received any guests.

However, neither Zhang Heng nor Agatha was an ordinary person, and neither of them had any intention of leaving by the looks of the two of them.

It was a rare opportunity, and there was no telling when they would be able to come in again next time.

Although she didn't meet anyone in the living room, Agatha wasn't discouraged and soon moved her gaze to the closed door of the study room, but before she could get there, a voice sounded from behind her.

"What do you want?!"

It was an old woman with a wrinkled face that looked stern, and neither Agatha nor Zhang Heng had even noticed where she had appeared from.

She was still clutching a broom in her hand, and she looked as if she had taken Zhang Heng and Agatha for thieves with a wary face.

"Ah, are you the resident here, we're here to bring you dinner." Agatha pointed at the food cart on the side and even argued.

The old woman's hand clutching the broomstick was slightly loosened, and she sniffed without comment, but remained stony-faced, "Just leave the stuff there, and get out of here!"

There was nothing Agatha could do about it, they were originally at fault for sneaking in through the service staff's clothes, and now the residents here were driving people away they certainly had no reason to stay here.

But just as Agatha was about to leave, she noticed that Zhang Heng was still standing there unmoving.

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

"Why do you say that?" Agatha on the other hand got interested.

"Because this is clearly a room inhabited by a man." Zhang Heng Dao, "When we first entered the room before, there were two pairs of shoes on the shoe rack, and judging by the shoe size they were both male, and there was a high probability that they were the same person, in addition, although the room was cleaned fairly well, there were still cobwebs and dust in the corners and places that were not easy to notice, so it was obvious that the person who cleaned it was not careful enough, and there was a higher probability that it was a male."

"Lastly, and most importantly," Chang Heng pointed to the window on the left hand side, "can you see it."

Agatha looked carefully at the window, a thoughtful glint in her eyes, and a moment later it dawned, "The top part of this window is not as bright as the bottom because the occupant is ...... well, six feet tall, and the cleaning can only rub the bottom, this one... . the lady, who is just under five feet tall, and the upper and lower glass should be just as bright again if you step on the stool."

"But," and Agatha frowned again, "if she is not an occupant here and who is she, how did she get in here .

According to the rules of the estate, only one guest can live in each apartment."

"I'm his aunt, we've been living together and I take care of his daily needs, I'm the only one in the world who really cares about him." The old woman.

"Is that why he never leaves his room?"

"That's right, the outside world is too dangerous and sinister and full of traps, we live well here, we don't need to go out." The old lady stalked off.

"But did you know there is a devil living in his heart?"

Zhang Heng asked, unlike Agatha, who actually already knew who lived here as soon as he walked into this room, because the feeling was so familiar.

It was as if he was back in that haze-filled seaside town or that underwater palace, especially now that his connection with that existence had never been stronger, so when he stepped into this room, that familiar feeling was also particularly strong.

For he knew that this was where it all began, where all the stories began.