An Yizhi is not very confident in his memory, he is not the kind of person with excellent memory, after all, his grades in school have spoken for themselves......

But no matter how bad his memory is, it is impossible for him to forget the events of ten minutes ago.

The hallway was facing the entrance, in other words, as soon as they entered, they were face to face with the staircase, and he clearly remembered that there must not have been a painting here!

This copy doesn't show much danger at first, everything seems normal, and it seems that this is the story of a strange monopoly man who makes a will and asks a group of people to come to his mansion to hunt for treasure.

But the sudden appearance of this painting made Ann Yizhi feel a little uncomfortable, just when there was a muffled thunder outside the house, and the portrait reflected in the brilliant lights seemed to have a slightly eerie atmosphere......

Mom sells batches! There won't be anything scary coming out.

An Yizhi was a little cowardly......

In any case, the picture may be a hint or a clue, and the system should not have made a mortal trap in the early stages of the script...... Right?

He slowly approached the stairs, secretly guessing that it was probably his own fuss, maybe the servants took it off and cleaned it, just at this time he and Tu Hongyu entered the door, and then hung it up.

This reason can convince others, but it is difficult to convince him of this guy who thinks too much.

If this painting had been here before, it would have left neat marks on the wall, and the more time passed, the more conspicuous the traces became, but he remembered that when he entered the door, there was not a trace on the wall!

Climb the stairs to the portrait.

The bottom edge of the painting is about two meters above the ground, and it is so large that it is almost the size of a dining table when laid flat.

Such a large painting that needs to be hung so high is certainly not something that can be hung by a person carrying a chair, at least a ladder is needed.

An squatted down and touched the carpet with one finger, and there were no traces of a ladder on it, not even a trace of anyone stepping on it.

Could it be that there really is a ghost in this copy?

He raised his head, I don't know if it was an illusion, the middle-aged man in the portrait seemed to be looking at him, his eyes were full of smiles......

A cool breath rushed down the tail vertebrae to the back of the head, this thing is afraid of ghosts and has not improved so far, but he is not afraid of frontal combat, as long as he doesn't scare him with the methods in horror movies.

"I'm afraid of a ball, Lao Tzu has the book of the dead in his hand, just a ghost...... Well, it's better to come out of it alone. ”

He muttered, cheering himself up, and then tried to push the painting with his hand, but the latter didn't move.

That's a bit weird.

This kind of painting is hung on nails, not embedded in the wall, and it is impossible to push the line without moving.

He tried to lift the painting up again, but it still failed, as if the painting and the wall were one.

If things are abnormal, there must be demons, but An Yizhi is worried that tampering with this painting will lead to any very bad consequences, so he does not dare to act rashly.

He took one last look at the gap between the painting and the wall, and tore off a piece of paper from his notebook to try to slip it into the gap.

However, the wooden borders and red wallpaper barely have any space, not even a single piece of paper.

When I came, I obviously didn't, but now I suddenly appeared, and then I found that the painting was completely integrated with the wall, and it couldn't have been hung after they entered the door.

An Yizhi took a few steps back, this painting appeared strange, he didn't want to study this thing alone, in case something happened, he didn't even have a place to turn to it.

Maybe ask the maids who work here.

He said secretly.

It's impossible to ignore such a large painting, and the servants who work here may know something about it, whether it's a legend or a real ghost.

Then he descended the stairs, turned and walked towards the other side of the first floor of the mansion.

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The décor of this mansion is indeed worthy of its floor space, and there are a lot of clocks in this mansion compared to the average luxury accessory.

The corridors are full of mechanical clocks of different shapes, and judging from the premise that the owner of the mansion is a master mechanic, these clocks may be his work.

It's like a painter who must have a lot of his own paintings in his home, and Ann doesn't particularly care about it.

He walked through the long hallway, and along the way he had opened several unlocked rooms, but the décor of the rooms was almost the same as the rooms they stayed in, at most the difference between single and double beds, and he had also made a point that all the furniture was new, and none of them were a little old.

- except for those clocks.

This must be a hint or a clue, but An Yizhi thought about it all the way and couldn't figure out what the system wanted to express with it.

The furniture is all new, which means that the old furniture must have been broken, but why is it broken? Fire?

However, if the furniture is destroyed due to the fire, the scale of the fire cannot be small, and the perimeter of the building cannot be affected.

The fact is that the exterior walls of the mansion look a little dilapidated up close, but there is not the slightest trace of burning, and there is no sign of repair.

I really couldn't think of what this prompt was trying to say, so An Yizhi could only write it down on a notepad and continue to explore.

On the other side of the hallway was the dining room, and Ann pointed through the door to see two servants, a man and a woman, busy sorting out the dishes.

"Sir, do you need help?"

The male waiter, the one who led An Yi to point to their door, saw An Yi pointing to the door now, greeted him and asked.

Just as Ann pointed to ask about the painting in the hallway, he said it again.

The latter explained with a smile:

"Sir, you are too worried, it is the master's hobby, he has made a delicate mechanism, every once in a while the painting on the wall will change, and sometimes even disappear completely."

"Is this possible?"

Not to mention that the copy time is in the 1930s, even An Yizhi, the era in which the future people live, has never heard of such a seamless mechanism.

"It does sound a little unbelievable, but the master's work has many more incredible masterpieces, and such a small mechanism is nothing compared to them."

An Yizhi was about to ask him what the 'more incredible masterpiece' was, but after thinking about it, the owner here in the copy setting is a very famous mechanical master, and the work of such a famous character An Yizhi does not know is too abrupt, which is like talking about famous painters such as Van Gogh and Picasso, even if the average person does not know them deeply, but more or less can list one or two of their works.

So Ann Yizhi changed the question.

"I'm looking for a book to kill time, please tell me the location of the study."

Last time in the copy of the Deep Mountain Pavilion, An Yizhi obtained the clay tablet book that lost his power and the pages of the Book of the Dead in the library, and this time he also wanted to repeat the old trick, such a big mansion must have something like a study.

"Of course you can, anything the owner has commanded in this house is free to use."

The male servant, with a business smile on his face, said:

"The master's study is on the third floor, and the first thing to turn left after going up the stairs is that the door is very big and you can see it at a glance."

"Thank you"

Seeing that they were still preparing lunch, An Yizhi didn't bother much, and besides, because there were other people, the restaurant couldn't be carefully explored.

Of course, he didn't go directly to the third floor, and there were still some places on this floor that he hadn't finished.

Leaving the dining room, Ann pointed into a room next to it.

It looks a lot like a concert hall.

Here he saw a circle of cello and violin and other instruments neatly arranged in one corner of the room, like a small orchestra configuration, and a pitch-black piano in the other corner.

It seemed to be connected to the restaurant, and Ann pointed to see four long doors standing on the wall, and as long as you opened it, you could go to the restaurant.

And the one that should not be ignored is the 'view' placed in the middle of the room.

Protected by a square glass enclosure, inside was an oversized swan that was two people tall, each feather could be seen clearly, and the whole body seemed to be gilded, shining in the light.

This thing An Yi knew, he had seen something similar in the museum when he and Lin Linglin went on a trip before.

To put it simply, this is a mechanical clock.

But it's not simple that every time the hour is announced, the machinery inside will 'come to life', simulating the posture of a real animal to make a series of behavioral actions, which is really very magical, and it is simply the black technology of the mechanical age.

But no matter how miraculous it was, this thing was also a machine powered by gears and clockwork, and An Yizhi leaned on the glass cover and looked at it a few times before ignoring it, turning to look for other clues.

He reached out and pressed the keys a few times, and the latter produced a pleasant tone, indicating that the piano was in good maintenance.

I opened the back cover of the piano to check if there was anything hidden, but naturally there was a bunch of unintelligible mechanical structures and nothing was found.

He also focused on the many musical instruments in the other corner of the room, and they were completely ordinary, except that the instruments were a little strange that they could be picked up and played at any time instead of being kept in a box, there was nothing worth noting, and perhaps the owner of the house liked to put things out to show off.

It's not that it's incomprehensible, Ann Yizhi is also this virtue in reality, and he fills the whole house with the collected 'magic props'......

With no more clues, he continued to walk on, to the last room on the first floor.

This is supposed to be the recreation room, and An Yi pointed to see that there was a pool table in the room, and there was a small square table against the wall, on which were placed chess boards and chess pieces.

There is a burning stove on one wall, and a bar with a variety of drinks neatly arranged on the other.

In the corner of the room is a small book bar composed of bookshelves and a single sofa. On the couch, a girl hears the door open and looks up from her book to look at Ann......